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“I think he's waking up!”
Nicholas groaned as he slowly climbed out of sleep.
It was a dreadful process, since Nico's eyes left him in a drowning misery once exposed to light.
He let his eyes sweep to and fro, his eyes taking in the lush, cool grey shag carpets and purely leathered chairs made him feel as if he were in a dream of some sort.
It had a nice aura to it, given that it was filled with colours that were both dull and bright at the same time.
The mahogany doors and pale gold decorations, along with the flat screen television basically slapped him in the face. It screamed at him that whoever's doorstep he just fainted on, truly belonged to a rich person.
Whilst he was befuddled and in a state of slight confusion, an unruly mop of ginger hair almost blocked his nasal passage.
"Do you mind showcasing what just occurred, mister?" The boy squints at him like he was a subject under a microscope.
What looked like a seven-to-ten year old stared Nicholas down. The boy's brown pools of honey-glazed eyes were strangely, not a force to be reckoned with.
"Hello?" The child pulled a stray hair from Nico's dark hair, " hey, are you alright, mister?"
Nicholas gave him no answer. He was speechless.
Did he, this probably nine year old boy, really just use the word "showcase" in his sentence?
Nicholas felt like he should've worshipped the boy right then and there. He couldn't bother to use such words unless he was trying to impress someone.
Spoiler alert, he never does.
"The young man is confused, son. Don't ask questions while he's still getting used to the sudden click" a sharp, neat-looking man In a fancy work attire fixes his rounded glasses.
"I want you to say this to me, young man" He states. With his black combed back, slightly gelled hair and nonchalant stature, he cleared his throat.
"Alphabetii spaghetti is messy- and will make you regretii" he waited expectantly for Nico to reply.
Nico scrutinized his eyes at the man to make sure if he was being serious. The man calmly stared back.
Slowly and awkwardly, Nicholas said the strange sentence.
"Alphabetii spaghetti... Is messy and will make you regretii?" Nico questioned if he got the last part right.
"Good work" he added that to an invisible note, "Now could you explain why you're here?"
"Lucky asked me to get a check from you, Mr- uh, I mean.. Sir" he couldn't believe he was actually intimidated by this man.
"You mean Lucky Simmons?"
"Yeah" Nicholas wanted to hit himself when he realized how informal that sounded.
"Alright. I'll go get it! I'm sure I left it with my wife" he shakes Nico's hand like he'd just passed a significant test. He grins at his misunderstanding of the whole thing.
Mr. Winchester strides toward the step, facing back as he remembered something.
"Joliet and Charlie, please keep our houseguest company as I proceed"he commanded. He held the old fashioned stair railing quite tightly.
"Will do, father!" a voice spoke from Nicholas's behind. It was Charlie.
"Alright, dad" the second voice however, made him realize Charlie wasn't the only person in the room.
Petrified that it'd make him regret it if he didn't, he immediately whipped his torso around to get a better view of the stranger.
Behind the L-shaped chair in which she stood, was a thing Nico thought he wouldn't see this weekend. Or any time he wasn't at school, at all.
There she was, the girl of his dreams. The only thing missing was a slight hum of his favourite song in the background. Then hopefully, he'd kiss her then and there.
Yeah, right.
Her ebony hair was much more wavy in person, and her green eyes actually turned out to be somewhat similar to the pastel green Nicholas may or may not have remembered. Point is, Nicholas thought they were more on the seafoam-y side.
But that didn't matter.
She noticed his stare,"Anything wrong?" A slight tug at her common British accent made Nico freeze on the spot.
She made her way to the chair adjacent to the long chair Nico seemingly trembled on.
Nico continuously glared at his palms, deciding whether he should speak or run away, or neither. Nico pulled up his collar, masking his face. Something he only did when he was nervous.
Or,he wanted to see if he smelt nice.
"Well, you don't seem to want to talk... Do you mind if I can watch-"
"Nope! I'm watching the telly, and you? You can talk with your weird friends from afar" the boy had no problem plopping himself next to Nico in the aggressive manner he did. The ginger then snuggled in the pile of pillows that Nicholas wished he'd taken.
Meanwhile, the girl scoffed at her brother's audacity and by the looks of it, she wanted to retaliate.
Although he knew what was happening, Nico remained in a stationary position.
He was just too shocked to do anything.
And with that, the two were ignored and forced to watch the newest episode of Jamie And The Rescue Dogs.
For a smart kid, he watched the dumbest shows. Nico frowned. He didn't like that show one bit, with it's loud sound effects and hideous graphics.
He buried himself deeper into his own sweater.
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A few minutes by, and everyone was soon deep in the calming silence. Joliet texted away of her phone, Nico kept pondering who it was, and Charlie laughed at a lame police pun the main character made.
After a few seconds of guessing, he felt like he was being watched. With hope, he looked at Joliet.
Maybe he was getting a chance?
But still, with all his prayers, the sudden moment of shared eye contact Nico shared with the girl- who was still as pretty as she was before was also ignored.
With disappointment, he sighed. Nico wanted to leave this house as soon as possible.
He just needed a way to do so.
Just as Nicholas thought of jumping out the window, their father climbed back down the stairs.
"Mr. Finchley, I have some good news and some bad news for you"
Nicholas had to rip his vision away from Joliet before he could be deemed this man's enemy.
