Fancy your art.

Chapter Two

Aaand I'm late. Well! That's great. Five minutes late but still late. My hair is looks chaotic, it's all over the place since I didn't wear a helmet but that would've only flattened it out. I run my cold fingers through my messy hair as I reach the area with my eyes to find Nicholas. No, no, no... wait- I can see someone's pink hair sitting at a booth in the back. Not many guys with pink hair around so I'm hoping it's him. I walk up to the guy and among closer inspection I notice those husky eyes hidden behind the pink contacts. I smile gently before sitting down on the other side.

" Hey." I said in a whisper, the boy smiling at me as he whispered back.

"Hey."

This seemed so...natural. Like we have done this before, like we meet up here so frequently, like this is the booth we always sit at when we meet here, if it's taken we go into my room and eat there, I let him sleep in my room with me until the sun rises and touched our faces gently and oh my god why am I thinking about this? I'm blushing, I can tell by the boy's smirk. That motherfucker...

"So, your sketchbook." He starts off, putting his elbows on the table before cupping his own face with those cute, soft hands of his. "Is not that important right now."

I look at him in shock, what does he mean? Does he not like my art? Was all of this just a lie for us to hang out- wait. Does he like me? What, no, don't be ridiculous. I stutter, feeling my emotions overwhelm me immensely, butterflies flying around my stomach which I clench onto as to deal with the pain.

"What?" I swallow. "Then why did we come here?" He leans forward, drawing imaginary circles with his index on the table, glancing up at me. My heart sinks into my stomach.

"I wanted to get to know you first, I love your art yet I don't know jack-shit about the creator who has made so many inventive stories behind these beautiful, beautiful characters..." he had the same husky voice but it seemed to be more... accentuated. He definitely smoked before me arriving. I wonder if I'm closer to him if I could smell the smoke...

"Well..." I look down at my hands, I was trying my hardest not to bite my nails. I sighed and look up at the boy after I got the courage to look him in the eyes. "I wanna know about my fan too then." He grinned and leaned back into his seat, shrugging.

"Sure, lime boy." He gave me a fucking nickname. Like I gave him magenta boy. "You ask a question, and then I do, then so on and so forth. Deal?" He spoke, reaching his hand out for me to shake it. I freeze in place and time stops, Holy good God and Jesus Christ, I'm actually gonna touch his hand. I nod in agreement, grabbing his hand softly and shaking it. His skin is... soft. And his hands are really warm. I don't pull away, I'm just waiting for him to do so but he doesn't. He keeps holding my hand and I feel the anxiety spreading throughout my entire body, my heart racing again.

I look at our hands. My hand is smaller than his hand; it fits to perfectly in his. God.

"So, are you gonna ask something or are you just gonna keep staring?" Nicholas spoke up after a moment of silence between us, instinctively pulling my hand away to cover my mouth with it. And with that I could smell it. Smoke. He definitely smokes. And he must be right-handed if he does smoke since that's the hand I touched and... held...

"Do you smoke?" I ask just to make sure even though I was 90% sure. He grinned, rubbing his right hand with his left hand's thumb; Thaaat's definitely the expression of someone who smokes. Now I'm 95% sure.

"You're really observant, aren't you? That's cute. Yes, I am a smoker." He spoke, his voice ringing in my head. He has a really attractive voice, what can I say. It's hard not to focus more on his voice than his words. Wait did he just call me cute-