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Pernico/Percico (AU) part 1

Pernico/Pernico (AU) 

Nico's P.O.V 

I pulled the ratty old aviator's jacket closer to my shivering body. It was well past midnight, and I was huddled up against the side of a small coffee shop. I glanced down to my meager possesions. I had a small cloth sack, about the size of my hand, with 35 cents in it. All the rest of my possesions were on my body in the form of clothes. 

 I rubbed my hands together to keep them warm. It was another frigid winter night, and I was desperately trying to retain some body heat. In an attempt to keep my blood flowing, I slowly rose to my feet. As I lightly hopped up and down, I felt the pangs of pain of each of my injuries. Some people were heartless. 

As I settled back down into my hunched position, I saw a light come on the side of the building. Normally I would have hidden in the shadows, but I was simply to exhausted to move again. A body emerged from the side door, and suddenly I couldn't breathe. Standing there, was the most beautiful human I had ever laid my eyes on. He had strait black hair, with slightly tanned skin, and the cutest face you could imagine. He had some old highschool hoodie on paired with some jeans. He was slightly tugging on his lip with his teeth, looking just off to my left with a slightly scared look on his face. When I felt a tug from my lungs, I remembered that I might need oxygen to live. As my breathing regulated, the boy finally noticed me. 

"Hey! Are you okay?" He yelled, as he started descending the few steps to get to ground level. I really didn't want him coming any closer to me, so I started scooting down the wall, trying to reach the end of the small alleyway. 

"Wait! Are you hurt?" He yelled, still making his way towards me. At my lack of an answer, he began sprinting at me. His long legs carried him over to me. The moment he knelt down beside me, I droppped my gaze to the floor and held out my cloth sack. 

"Take it! Just please don't hurt me..." I cried, as I tensed up waiting for the first hit to come. When I was met with silence, I slowly turned my head towards him. He had a hurt look on his face. 

"You really think I would hurt you?" He asked. 

"You wouldn't be the first..." I muttered. 

"Look, I would never cause you any pain. I hate to pry, but do you have anywhere to go tonight? Do you want me to take you home?" He asked. I simply shook my head. 

"Well, I can't just leave a young boy alone in an alleyway at one in the morning." He stated. 

"I'm not that young, I'm eighteen." I replied. 

"You're eighteen? Why is an eighteen year old boy out at this time of night?" He pushed.

"Living." 

"Living?" He asked. 

"I am out here, because this is where I live." I answered. I was met with a silence that seemed to strench on for miles.

"How long?" He blurted out. 

"What?" 

"How long have you been living on the streets?" He questioned. I shifted uncomfortably, but winced when my elbow my my ribs. The boy quickly reached his hands towards me, causing me to tense up and lean away from his touch. 

"I'm sorry, it was just my instincts. But I really have to ask, are you hurt?" 

"No, I'm fine." I said ans was again met with the same silence. The only difference was, this time the boy stood up and turned to leave. He paused as if expecting me to call out to him, but I kept my mouth shut. I hated relying on people, when they so often let you down. When he realized that I wouldn't be stopping him from leaving, he walked back to the little side door, and disapeared into the small coffee shop. I waited for a few minutes to make sure he was really gone before checking on my worst injuries. I cautiously lifted my shirt to reveal a deep purple bruise on my right ribs. I lowered the shirt again after the harsh winds caused the skin of my stomach to freeze. I let out a discontented sigh, before leaning my head back and closing my eyes. Just as I was about to drift off, the motion censored light came back on. I pulled my eyes open just as I heard the sound of a door opening. It was the boy again, but this time he had a paper cup in his hand. He rushed towards me, with a smile on his face. 

"I brought you a coffee. I didn't know what you like in it so I left it black..." He said as he handed me the cup. I sniffed it carefully, and glared at it with suspicion. 

"I didn't poison it, if that's what you're wondering." He smiled. 

"Oh." I replied, before taking a small sip. As the warm liquid slid down my throat, I felt a small smile form on my face. 

"Good?"

"Yes. Thanks." I replied. The next few minutes were filled of stares from him, and sips from me. When the last of the warm treat was gone, he held out his hand, waiting for me to give him back the cup. I slid it into his hand, and allowed myself to look at his eyes. His eyes were almost an emerald green, reminding me slightly of that time my mother had taken Bianca and I to the beach. That was one of my favourite childhood memories, and seeing it reflected in his eyes made me feel just a tad bit more comfortable with him. 

"So, are you still opposed to going to a warmer place for the night?" He asked me, toying with the paper cup.

"That depends on the location..." I answered. 

"I was thinking that maybe you wouldn't mind spending the night at my place. I have a spare room, with it's own bathroom." He suggested, nervously tugging on his lip again. His lips looked so soft, yet had a definite masculine touch to them.

"How about it?" He asked again.

"I guess..." I answered. The moment the words left my mouth, a huge smile tugged it's way onto his face. 

"Great! Let's go." He said, jumping up from his position on the ground. I pushed my self onto my feet, using the wall for support, trying to keep my groaning to a minimum. I kept my arms close to my body, and struggled along after him. By the time we reached his car, I was ready to collapse. He went over to the driver's side and fumbled with his keys to unlock it, as I leaned heavily agasinst the passenger door, trying to keep myself propped up. I could feel the sweat dripping off my forehead, steaming in the cold weather. By the time he had gotten in and reached over to unlock my door, I was feeling light headed. I shifted myself so that I was leaning on the back door, and pulled open the passenger door. I slid myself in and the door closed behind me. I pulled my seatbelt over myself and strapped myself in, before turning to face the kind boy. He had a worried look on his face. 

"You're really pale." He stated. 

"I know, not everyone was born with tanned skin..." I muttered.

"No, I mean, you're really really pale. Like, more pale than when I met you twenty minutes ago." He explained. I must be running a fever again. 

"It's okay, that happens all the time." I explained. 

"Well it shouldn't." He muttered as he started the car. The drive to his house was short, but the boy decided to put on some music to pass the time. A nice song came on and my curiosity took the best of me. 

"Who sings this?" I asked.

"Good Charlotte. They're awesome." The boy stated and then turned up the volume a bit, encouraged by my question. We pulled up to an apartment building just as the song came to a close.  I stared up at the building, hoping, praying that he lived on the bottom floor. He turned off the engine and started to get out. I followed his lead, and exited the car. I followed him to the building on shaky legs, not used to so much physical exertion. When we entered the front door to the building, the boy turned to me and smiled. 

"Alright, I'm on the second floor." He said as he turned towards the stairwell. This was going to be a long trip...

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