Partners ≡ Nick Robinson

one

About two knocks on Nick's door just about does it until he quickly swings it open, revealing him in the same clothes he wore from the previous night. He had called me saying I needed to come over and that it was urgent. In the back of my mind I already knew what was troubling him.

I look at him, up and down and then flash him the "seriously Nick?" look I always give him.

"I forgot to do the laundry."

I cock an eyebrow to him. "Forgot? Or just too upset?"

"Both?"

"Nick..."

"Okay fine, the second one." He says in shame.

He ushers for me to enter to his room and automatically the stench of alcohol, weed, and doritos fills up my nostrils. I cough as I can feel my gag reflexes act up. Nick's room is usually messy, so I'm use to it. But there are days when it just goes a little overboard.

Today is one of those days.

"I'm guessing you're too upset to clean your room huh? You could've at least sprayed some air freshener in here."

"That's the least of my problems right now." He says to me.

"Since when were you a pothead?" I ask in disgust as I inhale the rooms smell.

"Since yesterday." Nick says as he falls onto his bed.

I try to find a place to sit that's not covered either dirty clothes or food wrappings.

"You really liked her didn't you..."

His head darts up and looks at me. "You're kidding right?" He scoffs.

"Well, why else would you be this upset?"

"Jordan I'm not upset about the breakup. I'm upset at the fact that I didn't break up with her sooner!"

"Shouldn't you be relieved then?"

"How can I be relieved when I know I've missed three parties, four football games, and skipped fourteen classes just because I didn't have the balls to break up with her sooner." He groans in frustration.  "I wasted two whole months with that Cassidy Fisher- Farmer- whatever her stupid last name was."

"Its Cassidy Farsher." I correct him.

"Yeah sure, thats it."

I laugh at his lack of decency to even get to know his past girlfriends.

I don't really know what else to say to him. Do I say "congratulations you're free!" Or "sorry it didn't work out." I'm not happy or sad about his breakup anyways. Its not like it ever affected me. Besides me and Cassidy aren't even close. Nick doesn't even seem to care anyways.

"Wow, you probably hated her then if you didn't bother to even find out her last name..." I finally reply.

"Hate is a strong word. It's more like...overwhelmingly loathe."

I cross my arms. "Look at you using fancy words like 'loathe.' Who are you?"

"She used that word a lot. 'oh my god Nick, I loathe it when my food touches.' or 'I seriously loathe it when a people don't clean their nails.' That type of shit."

"So how'd she handle the breakup?" I ask curiously.

"I used the 'I just want to be friends' line. It's the safest and nicest way."

"Yet you don't actually want to be friends with her? Am I right?"

He taps this tip of his nose.