Halo

I - 2

A/N: Heeeey. Where have I been? *nervous sweating* Psh, where have you been-?

Sorry I haven't updated this for ever ehhhh I've been really reluctant and shitty to write this so I'm sorry ^-^ But I've kinda gotten back into the groove so hERE'S CHAPTER TWO YAY

Also, if you're wondering what song Nico's listening to in this, it's up above ^^^

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The more time I spent sitting on my bed watching Jason unpack, the more I realized how uncomfortable he makes me.

And the more I realized how uncomfortable I make him.

And after already displaying my lameness spectrum to what should have been it's limit (by staring at him creepily and not bothering to do anything else but just sit there and stare at him oh god Nico you're so creepy), I somehow extended that spectrum by coming up with the lamest excuse to get out of that claustrophobic room. An excuse that sounded something along the lines of, "I'm uh, I'm gonna go get, uh, out and yeah." So it seems that even my ability to string my words to form a coherent sentence abandon me when most needed. Fucking fantastic.

At least I managed to escape with a hoodie that more or less kept the cold air out. It being September, it is already starting to get colder, which is not necessarily to my liking. Stepping out of that heated building, the cold came at me in a rush, and I hastily zipped up my hoodie. I made it my plan to walk down to the coffee shop, Half-Blood Cafe, and just hang around over there for a few hours, just so I didn't have to sit and watch Jason unpack. I slip my hand in my pocket and feel out my phone, which has my headphones connected to them. I slide it out and place the ear buds in my ears, drawing my password and pressing my music app. After a few seconds, Panic! At the Disco starts coursing through my ears, into my head.

When the world gets too heavy, put it on my back. I'll be your levy. You are taking me apart like bad glue on a get well card. ~

The lyrics of this song were never what particularly stuck out to me about this song. I just really like the feel of it. It really compliments the walk to the cafè; it's almost like I can feel the leaves and the wind moving to it, swaying gently. Even the clouds seem to flow with the rhythm of the song.

It was always you fallin' for me. Now there's always time callin' for me. I'm the light blinking at the end of the road, blink back to let me know. ~

The leaves. The wind. The clouds. The sun. The fresh smell of grass and cold sea smell. These things I enjoy most, the small natural things, that are always there on a crappy day to remind you that even though life might suck, there's still the sun to keep you happy, the wind still blows, the leaves still grow, the world still spins, and it will all be okay.

To be honest, those things are kind of really important to me.

I'm a fly that's trapped in a web, but I'm thinking that my spider's dead. Lonely, lonely little life. I could kid myself by thinking that I'm fine. ~

My converses scuff the concrete by me dragging my feet as result to tiredness. I know, I know. It's not even that early and "if you don't wanna be tired in the morning sleep early" I know "don't be so lazy" I know. But for some reason, I could get 8+ hours every night of my life and still want to sleep in till 1 pm the next day.

I pass a minimal amount of people on the way to the cafe, a few guys skating by leisurely, a girl on a sidewalk bench reading while sipping a coffee; I don't necessarily know for sure if it was leisurely that they were skating past, or that it was coffee she was drinking, as I am busy counting cracks in the pavement as I walk, though I go more off what it sounded like. It's funny, I always pick up counting where I last ended, cracks that is, and by this point I'm on some 672. I really could start my own sidewalk-crack collection with the amount I seem to mentally recall on a daily basis; I guess it's cause I look down so much when I walk.