zibby || nick robinson

.01

it's been a couple days since the last mail incident and thankfully, it happened again today giving me a reason to go over there. i grabbed the mail and made my way down the street yet again.

i bit my lip while i knocked on the door and waited. there stood the handsome stranger as he opened it, "back again?" this time he was wearing jeans and hoodie. he pushed up the sleeves of the hoodie as he leaned against the frame revealing several tattoos

"told you i would." i handed him the mail.

"so, do you think i can get your name this time?"

"elizabeth, but call me zibby."

"zibby?" I nodded my head and he continued to speak, "i'm nick." i knew his name was nick clearly from the mail mixup.

the silence was broken by an older woman, presumably his mother, yelling to him, "nick, who is it?"

he turned his head in his mother's direction and said "the girl who keeps getting our mail."

he placed the mail on a stand next to the door and closed the door behind him making him stand only a few inches away from me. nick motioned for me to sit with him on the porch steps.

"so zibby, tell me about yourself." He leaned his back against the railing.

"anything specific?"

"anything."

i pushed my hair out of my face, "well you already know my first name. so, my last name is reid. i'll be a junior in college and i'm studying biology," i paused, "i like theater and dance. what about you?"

"robinson. junior as well. i box among other things. how have we never met when you only live right there?" He asked gesturing over to my house.

"i mean i'm not really home much, i live on campus during the year"  i said looking down the street at my house. "but when i am home... it's only a few houses away across the street. i don't know." i turned back towards to see nick with smirking at me with a cigarette and lighter in his hands.

"do you want one?" He asked and i shook my head no. i watched him as he put it between his lips and light it. he took a drag before exhaling it. i was practically staring at him as he repeated the motions. we sat there in looking each other, every now and then we'd just smile at each other or one of us would make a lame joke or comment and we'd laugh.

there was something about him that was so interesting. I don't know how described it. he was different than other guys. 

the two of us turned our heads as a young girl opened the door and said, "it's time for dinner."

we both stood up and i was about to go, but i stopped and said, "I don't know how this works, so do I get your number?"

"why not?"

author's note:
i hope you all are enjoying this story so far. i honestly can't stop writing it. i might have a posting schedule, but i'm not sure yet. please comment (suggestions or anything) and vote. thank you!