notes | solangelo

6

When Nico arrived at the atheneum he looked for the book, as usual. He found a yellow sheet, instead of his beloved blue one.

"I think you can guess my hair colour now. I have to confess you something: this is my favourite colour too. I never tell anybody, they think it's childish. But I don't believe that, I think they don't understand the bravery of this colour. I wish I was as brave as the colour yellow. I also reckon you can capture an entire personality in a colour.
What's you favourite colour, Nico?
I don't think your eyes are boring.
There's something special in you, or you wouldn't talk to me. I feel it. Sorry I think I went a bit off topic, got lost in the clouds while writing.
I wonder the same about you: if I ever saw you, if we ever met. Imagine how many classes we are in together without knowing it.
Talk about yourself, I want to know you personally and not only physically."

On that day, Nico understood how well they clicked. They felt no shame, no shyness, they just kept talking as if they had been doing it all their lives.

Nico's cheeks turned red. Will wanted to know him personally, deeply. That was the first time he heard those words, he wasn't used to it. Nico thought about what to write to Will, but then the pen took control and he got lost in his own thoughts.

"I love your coloured sheets. I think I totally get your personality. You're unlike me but I don't mind, still think you're amazing. I don't think yellow is a childish colour, it's a brave
colour as you said! And so are you. I'm sorry people tell you otherwise. My favourite colour is black, I prefer darker tonalities.
I don't have much to say about me.
I have dark black hair, I'm shy (difficult to believe I know), I have a dog.
Her name is Noelle, she's a dobermann. She's my cute little baby. (I'll take you a picture next time, if you want one.)
That's why I decided to doodle a silly dog.
Do you have a cat?
I liked your doodles.
P. S. Tell me more about yourself."