Simple Things

Chapter 4

So here it is :) The next chapter. Hope you're enjoying it so far.  The charters I've chosen aren't an exact replica of whet they look like it's only a general idea. Here's a new p.o.v for you :) Hope you enjoy this chapter XXX

Chapter 4 - Nicolas Cross

Nico hated moving. All the packing and planning. The all consuming boringness of it was too much for him. It was mundane in it's normalness and in a house this size, it took weeks to get everything into their respective boxes.

He had been packing for the last two hours and now lay sprawled out on his bed.  The silence was loud and pressed in on him from all sides. Another thing about a house this size; you couldn't hear any sounds from the other rooms. There were so many and they were all spaced apart in a way that made it impossible to hear noises from any room that wasn't directly beside the one you were occupying.

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed softly. The bed and a lone dresser were the only pieces of furniture left in the room. The room looked oddly sad and empty in the absence of his belongings. His books, which had taken up a large portion of the walls and floor, were gone and packed safetly away. As were all his clothes and other possessions.

 Nico lay there for another minute before getting up. He padded across the room and out the door. Carboard boxes sat pushed against the walls of the ridiculously long hallway. All labled and packed accordingly.Most of the boxes were already at the new house but there were still a few waiting to be moved.

I descended the stairs and into the kitchen. It was a very lavish room. Clean cut and spakling. His mother was sitting at the counter, papers scattered across the surface. She turned my way when she heard me approach. 

We didn't look very similiar, me and her. She was light where I was dark ; light blonde hair, light blue eyes, pale skin. I could see myself in the shape of her jaw and her long tall frame.

I smile warmly back at her and kiss her on the cheek, "Hey mom,"

She sighs and runs a frustrated hand through her hair, "Hi sweetie"

 I raise an eyebrow and lean against the counter "I take it that it's not going well, then?"

Mom was having a hard time with the move. She worked as a counsultant for my father's company and was having a hard time orgainising her transfer. It should have been easy considering my father's position, but appparently not.

She just shakes her head, "You done packing yet?"

I nod and throw open the refrigerator, "Yeah, the books took awhile but I got it done,"

I rummage around and finally decide on some cold pizza. I'm really not a fan of food that is cold when it should be warm but I was too hungry to really care.

Mum nods, distracted and goes back to what she was doing. I'm halfway out the door when she calls back to me.

"We're leaving in an hour or two!"

It took a good few hours to get to the new house. Me and my mum went with the driver as my father had gone a few days earlier. The car was filled with awkward conversation between me and her before I stuck in my ear buds and looked out the window.

The town was small and rather unimpressive. It looked slow and slightly out of date. My mood grew worse and worse as we drove to the house. To come from the city to this was pretty depressing. It didn't look like there were any interesting people at all. I sighed. I would have to find something to occupy my time with. I hated being still and loved the unexpected. I relished in chaos. I suppose if I can't find any chaos I'll just have to make some. The thought made me smile.

The house, or mansion was just as big as the last. Of course my father would buy the biggest house in town, even though it was only the three of us. This house, unlike our last was old and looked very victorian. It had steps leading up to a large porch and big windows that looked to be window seats. The paint was peeling and the wood looked to be extremly weathered. Despite it's old exterior it was in a surprisingly  good condition.

The bed, which had been packed just before they left hadn't arrived yet but everything else had. The room had a wardrode so I started there and some what neatly went about hanging up my clothes. I kicked my shoes into the bottom and closed the door. The room, to my request , had bookshelves along all the walls which stretched across the room looking expecting. I grinned and ripped open the box of books closest to me.

It was a good few hours later before I was finished. The room started to look more warm and welcoming with my books and bed, which had arrived not too long ago.

I found it hard to sit still so I decided to go explore the rest of the house. My room was on the second floor on an otherwise empty hallway. The bathroom was next to my room along with three other rooms. They all lay unoccupied and furnished to look like guestrooms. My mother seemed to be under the illusion that we would some day have to house an army.

My parents room was one of two on the top floor and I didn't bother going up there. Instead I went downtairs to where I could smell food cooking.

Our french chef, Fleur stood at the stove cooking what looked to be spaghetti. She acknowledged me with a slight tilt of the head.

"Your parents are out for the evening Master Nicolas so you will be dining alone," she announced with a heavy accent.

Well, that explained the food. My mother would have a stroke at the thought of eating something so common and uncultured. I grinned. It faded when I though of how I'd have to spend the rest of the evening alone. My parents were never really around so it didn't come as much of a surprise but I didn't expect it to start so early.

After dinner I spent the evening reading George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four  in my room. I didn't even bother to take out my laptop or check my phone.

I wasn't looking forward to school tomorrow, knowing that I was going to be bored out of my mind.

I hope you like the chapter :) I can'f find anyway I want to play Nico  so if you have any ideas feel free to share them with me :D Oh and this isn't edited yet so there may be mistakes.