addicted // nick robinson

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violet sat on the edge of her bed, reading off her book. she had been so out of it lately. like usually she already is but this time she just thinked about her new friend. is he her friend? or is it out of pity? either way he stayed in her mind. (so did she in his.)

her stomach grumbled, declaring for food. violet was craving something sweet and creamy. she heard that there was an ice cream shop not too far from her house. she grabbed her sweater, pulling it over her tank top. it was quite warm out, only being september but soon fall.

nick sat on a stool in the front register. his head moving along to the lyrics in his head, tugging at his sweater. the only con of working at a ice cream shop is how cold it gets in here after a while. nick hated it because he obviously didn't want to die of hypothermia but everytime he'd bring a sweater and put it on he'd get in trouble for not wearing his "uniform."

nobody else was working this shift with him. especially now that everyone went back to school and quit their summer jobs. but nick liked his job. kind of. he gets more things done here than at home so.

the small bell ringed, meaning someone has walked in. nick sighs. "welcome to sally's ice crea-" he glances up, a smile spreading on his face. "oh, hi there violet." her head was hanging low, not looking up but at the floor. but as soon as she heard nick's voice she looked up, shocked.

"so what do you want? ice cream of course." he said, chuckling at how taken aback she was. she walked to the area with ice cream, leaning on the glass to get a better view of the ice creams on the edge. but she already knew what she wanted.

"um, a small cup of rocky road please." her voice was so light, bringing comfort to nick's ears.

nick grabbed her a small cup, taking a scoop of rocky road and then handing it to her with her spoon. violet rummages through her book bag, looking for her five dollar bill. she found it in the sea of random shit in her bag and handed it to nick. he stared at her money, shaking his head and laughing.

"you don't have to pay."

"what?"

"it's on me."

"no i insist."

"violet."

"nick."

"i'm not taking your money."

"but you'll get in trouble."

"its nice you care but this place is mostly dead. we do birthdays and meetings and stuff mostly thats how its alive. it's okay, a scoop of rocky road won't do anything bad."

"fine." she huffed, stuffing her money back inside her book bag. she grabbed a spoonful of her ice cream and letting her tastebuds take it in. nick smiled at her, her eyes closed and a smile of savior on her face.

"the bliss of ice cream." he chuckled. violet looks at him. she can't believe she's still here and he's talking to her. "this was the longest conversation we had, violet. don't make it end." nick pouted at how she didn't talk. he really hoped he'd open up to her. she is the only person he actually has an interest of being friends with.

but violet just didn't get it. like why do you want to be friends with me? a weirdo. lame-o. a freak. why would you want to be seen with me? a clue less girl. an ugly girl. (although nick thought she was very breath-taking.)

"well i do want to be friends with you. you're interesting and pretty and i like you." nick responds. did she say that out loud? oh god. violet youre such an idiot. she fidgeted on her feet. "this is where you tell me you like being friends with me and you want me to be your friend."

a small curve cracked at the end of her mouth. "i like being friends with you... i've never really had a friend..."

"never?"

"never."

"well i'm glad to be your first friend, violet."

a/n: eh short but worthy of being published. enjoy!