Caucasian Asian: An Anthony Padilla Fanfiction

Chapter 8 - He said/she said; Sore noses and Pizza

Chapter 8

Anthony’s POV

I arrived at Nikki’s door with the Mario theme song stuck in my head, then I thought I would knock on her door in that rhythm just for the hell of it. But I got too into it, dancing around in front of her door my arms and legs failing ridiculously knocking along with the notes in my head. I was so into it that I forgot I was in front of a door, and closed my eyes musically knocking harder. Then suddenly the hard surface of the door was gone, but my closed knuckles were still flailing forth, I opened my eyes again but it was too late… I ‘knocked,’ well, more accurately, punched Nikki right in the nose. My mouth was hanging open as I saw her wobble back a few steps, clutching her nose with both hands.

“SHIT!!”

 

Nikki’s POV

“SHIT!!”

I heard – rather that saw Anthony exclaim the word because my eyes were screwed shut in a wince, my hands over my aching nose. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! I’m SO sorry Nikki! I wasn’t watching what I was doing and – Oh double shit you’re bleeding!!!” And so I was, I felt the warm liquid on my hands as I staggered into the kitchen to get some paper towels for my now bloody nose. Head tipped back, the paper towels pressed against my face, fighting back the tears from the pain, sniffing them away, I finally acknowledged Anthony’s presence after the bleeding was slowing now; for the last 3 or so minutes he’d been floundering around like a chicken that’d lost her eggs. “I was going to make an ‘It’s a me, Nikkio’ pun, but then I didn’t get to the PUNCH line.”  He stared at me somewhat dumbly, I was astonished that he didn’t laugh at my joke… so instead I laughed at his stupid expression.

“Why are y- oh never mind, I’m so sorry Nikki. Are you ok? No of course you’re not, let me get you some ice to stop-” He was thrashing about again, heading to my freezer when I cut him off.

“ANTHONY!” I interrupted his rant. He stopped talking immediately and faced me, his head lowered and shoulders rounded as though a child about to be scolded by his mother. I tried not to smile at the cute image before me, “I’m fine really. Relax, please. I’m going to sit down, and we can play Mariocart or something soon.” Just the mention of Mario made him wince. I laughed lightly, “Seriously come on, it’s OK, really.” I took his hand without realising what I was doing until I had made contact. Too late now, just keep holding his hand... my internal Nikki thought. I pulled him towards the couch and sat him down.

“You’re the injured one, why are you consoling me??” He sighed exasperatedly.

“You’re being all worried and serious, it’s weird; your face is too gorgeous to be frowning.” I didn’t realise what I’d said until it was too late. “Oh shit, just ignore what I just said-” I facepalmed, but in doing so I hit myself in my nose, and winced noticeably “Owww… that was so dumb, why did I just do that?” And I wasn’t sure whether or not I was talking about the facepalm or the admittance of Anthony’s attractiveness. Suddenly my wrist had a warm pressure around it and I looked at it only to see Anthony’s large hand wrapped around my wrist and gently pulling it away from my face to inspect the damage…

Anthony’s POV

“You’re the injured one, why are you consoling me??” I sighed, reluctant but agreeing with her, she was right - I was acting like an idiot. She looked me in the eyes, seeming to examine my expression