Nico paused after he slammed the door. As he turned around, he wondered what had started his fight with Rachel. His head got blurry and fazed as soon as he started yelling at Rachel, and now he felt guilty and regretful about it. Nico leaned his back on the door before he sunk down onto the ground. Digging his palms into his cold forehead, he sighed and shut his eyes tight. A cold wind blew across his already cold face and he decided to get back to his home before he got a cold.
After he stood up, he considered walking back into the house and apologizing to her. Then kissing her and pretend like he hadn't made her cry a while earlier. As Nico walked to the blue car, he tried to remember what he had fought with her for. Maybe it was the color of the blinds. She and him usually fought about stuff like that. Nico would point it out, and she'd be offended and they'd argue until either Rachel or Nico would apologize about it. She'd kiss him and he'd smile into the kiss, and goodness did he wish it had went that way this time.
That she had kissed him instead of yelling at him and saying that she hated him, and then kicking him out of the house. Nico places his hands on the wheel of the car, but instead of driving, he set his head on the wheel. The loud trumpet noise startled him and he hopped back at the wheel.
Sighing, he glanced at Rachel's house. Nico wondered what she was doing. Nico remembered a whiles earlier that he had said that he wanted to propose to her. To him, a chance of that happening was very slim to him. A chance of her saying yes if he did, was even thinner to Nico. She probably hates me, Nico thought, I made her cry, why the heck wouldn't she hate me?
But still he didn't want to leave, Nico wanted to walk back in there and talk to her. Softly and filled with love, not with rage and anger. When a salty tear escaped his eye, Nico stomped out of the small car and ran to the wooden door. Knocking repeatedly, Nico impatiently waited for her to open the door. She didn't though, and when he twisted the doorknob, he was surprised that it was unlocked.
Rachel was sitting at the couch, wrapped in a blanket, and silently dozing off to sleep. Nico gulped before he took off his shoes, and stepped cautiously to her. A part of him expected her to turn around and slap her. But he thought that if she did, he would definitely have deserved it.
After he sat down next to her on the couch, he said,"I'm sorry, and I honestly don't think I remember what I yelled at you at."
She didn't speak back to him, so he continued."I really like you, and I don't want a fight about curtain blinds or couch color to break out relationship."
She didn't respond to him, and Nico thought, silent treatment...okay."I hate this. I never want this to happen again or to anyone. I feel angry, and sad and dissappointed in myself for making you cry."
Rachel's voice was hoarse to him when she said,"You should be disappointed."
It wasn't exactly the response he was looking for from her, but he was glad she spoke to him. Nico nodded as he said,"And for yelling at you, I'm sorry."
"I forgive you,"she said, and she finally looked at him as she said,"and I'm very sorry for saying that I hate you. I don't, I love you."
Nico hugged her, and she clutched onto his back. as he stroke her back she moved closer to him."We fight too much,"he said sadly.
"Yep,"she smiled,"but I like when we make up."
"So do I,"Nico paused,"and Rachel, I love you."
