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— Nicolas's room being organized was very understated. His ability to clean and organize when under a supreme amount of boredom is almost inhuman. Throughout the course of the summer, he hadn't much to do. Sure, he hung out with his friends and such, but that didn't change the fact he lived alone in a large house.
No, large was an understatement as well; gigantic was more the word. Yes. Ginormous being his house was up on a hilltop, gates encasing the grounds, his house being far too big for one person.
He was much of a clean freak. He always had to be organized, clean, and ready for any occasion. He never had to be reminded to clean because he did it anyway, whether it was out of boredom or out of stress.
His house was spotless; it even smelled fresh every day. It didn't matter how clean it was; he decided it was never clean enough. It all smelled like pure elegancy.
He had gotten ready for another day of dealing with peoples bullshit. He was dressed in a light brown neck knitted sweater, black pants held by a black leather belt, and a nice pair of black shoes with a watch on his wrist.
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He was complemented mostly for his handsomeness, wealth, good style, and gentleman's behavior. Being a very rich guy and having no relatives present in your life is much of a blessing but also a problem.
It was a blessing because he was treated like a true man, an adult that knew what to do with his money and didn't spend it wastefully on nonsense stuff for himself.
The bad side of this was that he was put under much stress, the stress adding and piling up inside him, but he never complained. No, he needed to be his perfect self, his self that always did as he was told, his self that was respectable and self-controlled.
His phone rang as he locked up his front door, and his messenger bag hung over his shoulder with all his necessities for school.
He pulled out his phone and swiped to answer the call upon seeing it was his best friend, Lydia.
"Hey, Lyd's." He asked in his natural, charming voice.
"Are you here yet?" Lydia's voice rang through Nicolas's ear from the electric device in his hand.
