I woke up with the sun as I almost always did. I don't think the realization at I moved out kicked in, something about it just seemed unreal. I got dressed and walked out to the kitchen trying my best not to wake my roommate.

I looked through all the cabinets yesterday so I knew where everything was. It's not snooping if I live here now too, is it? Either way, I got some cereal constering I can't make anything else. I pour some almond milk into the bowl and started to eat.

I was off from work today which was nice just to have the extra time to settle into the new house. I finished up my room yesterday with Lou's and Cecil's (mainly Lou's) help. I also had no classes today and was relieved the last thing I wanted to do was think about school.

Why did med school have to be so difficult to do? I groaned. I took another bite of my food not realizing the figure practically walk out of the shadows. "Morning," I said. Nico only nodded and went to make a cup of coffee.

His hair went up in every direction and he looked like he hadn't slept at all. He was like a zombie before his coffee. I watched him go back to his room and within a few minutes, he came back out as a completely different person.

He was once again dressed in all black to which I assumed was all he owned. His once messy hair brushed and pulled back into a very small ponytail. "I was thinking we could work out a schedule, you know who cooks or cleans, stuff like that."

I nodded and washed up my dishes. "I can clean, but I am a horrible cook," I state.

"Really?" he asked.

I nodded yes. Most people from the south could cook and cook really good, my mom was a good example of that, but me not so much.

I still had an accent from when I lived in Texas, even if it was a while ago. And so for some reason, people think I can cook.

"Okay, I will be doing the cooking then. Any allergies I should know of?"

"Nope, I don't think so. I'll eat anything really." He got another cup of coffee adding sugar to it.

"Great, I'll write a list of things to get and we can go tonight," he said it more like a question. "Works for me, I was just going to clean up the garage today."

He got a notepad and pen out of a drawer. His handwriting was messy and a few of the letters took him longer to write. It was a long list and I wondered what on Earth he was going to make with "goats cheese and radicchio leaves" I mean what is a radicchio leaf?

"Okay I should be home by three if you want to go then," he clipped the list to the fridge.

After he left I procrastinated cleaning. It was too easy to just watch tv or read, so that's what I did. When an hour past I got up and walked out to the garage opening the two large doors for the extra light.

There were boxes everywhere and just as much crap. He really wasn't joking when he said he just threw everything out there. I started with the cleaner side which was only clean enough to pull in his mustang no more room for anything else.

I picked up the boxes and folded/smashed them into the recycling bin. I had a few containers left over so I put the things into them. There were books, Christmas lights (tangled of course), old photos, and just plain trash.

I was able to get all the books into one bin and it only took about three hours to untangle the Christmas lights. I placed all the pictures on a pile until I got all the trash picked up and properly thrown away.

There were a lot more pictures then I would have thought and some looked really old. The edges burned or torn on some. I couldn't help but look through them. I remembered the rule about the personal business thing sure, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

There was a lot of pictures of him as a kid with a girl who looked a lot like him just slightly older. I assumed it was his sister considering they both shared the same dark eyes and olive colored skin. It was when I got to the more recent looking pictures I noticed the girl wasn't in any more of the pictures.

He also didn't look as happy as he did before. There was, however, another girl and a guy who reminded me of one dude from "Mulan" just with shorter hair. It as a polaroid and at the bottom read, "Frank, Hazel, and Neek's" it was written in neat cursive I knew it couldn't have been Nico's handwriting.

The girl was in most of the pictures often hugging Nico. There was one where Nico was glaring and she put her hands on Nico's face forcing him to smile. It made me laugh.

Most of the pictures were random there were lots of ones in a cemetery for some reason.

I placed all the pictures into one of the plastic storage bins I had and closed the lid. I stacked everything off into the corner.

Lastly, I swept out all the dust and cobwebs. And pulled the trash and recycling bins in and set them in the middle bit between the two spaces for the vehicles.

I look at my work and smile, it looked like a different room. I shut the doors and head inside to get a shower. The weather was getting a lot hotter with each day. One thing I liked about living in New York was that there were seasons.

I didn't like Winter but spring, summer, and fall I enjoyed a lot. I got a quick shower to get all the sweat and dirt off. The hot water felt nice and refreshing. I got out and dressed and ready to leave to the store.

It took a lot longer time than I thought it would to clean the garage so when I was dressed in fresh clothes it wasn't long until Nico got back.

The drive was silent on the way to the Supermarket. He took several minutes to park the car.

"Why no one's there?" I asked. It was an open space close to the store.

"No, I don't want anyone scratching my car," he said like it was obvious.

So we parked at the end of the parking lot where there weren't any other cars.

I grabbed a cart and followed Nico into the store. We walked around getting all the things we needed. Lots of fruits and vegetables, very healthy things. So I wandered off to the baked goods because there is nothing better than cake or cookies or any sweets.

There were so many different types of cakes I just stared at them unsure what to get. "No." Nico walked up beside me and said. I jumped not realizing he was there. He was like a cat when he walked, silent but you felt a creepy/delightful presence.

"Just one?" I whine.

I wanted that cake. "No, that shit is bad for you," Nico said.

"It is not. It is good for the soul," I state.

"Fine, but when someone murders you it's going to be disgusting having to look at the cake in your stomach."

I take the vanilla cake and put it in the cart. "Jokes on you, that would be disgusting regardless."

He rolled his eyes at me and we continued to shop. He mostly got healthy foods and all that shit. I got the junk food, like chips, cookies, cake, and all the yummy foods. He only let me get the cake and one bag of chips.

"Aren't you going to school to be a doctor?" he asked irritated. "Yes, but it doesn't mean I'm going to be a good one."

"Good gods, how are you not three hundred pounds already?" I laugh at his comment and strike a pose.

"Paint me like one of your french girls." Nico only shook his head.

"William, people are starting to stare. Move your ass."

The look on his face made the embarrassing moment worth it. I followed him along trying to get anything that tasted good but to no avail.

An hour had passed and we were back at home, I was unpacking the groceries and Nico was starting dinner. I grabbed the last of the bags and brought them into the house. It already smelled amazing.

Garlic and herbs filled the air making me hungrier than I already was. "Change of plans, I'm making spaghetti," Nico said as got a big pot and put it on the gas stove. I put everything away by the time he cooked the spaghetti itself.

I didn't really know what to do, was it wrong just to watch someone make dinner or should I help?

"Grab the bread," Nico stated. "You can butter bread right?" he asked in a joking tone. "Yes and that's about all."

I got a knife and cut two pieces of the fresh bread we bought and buttered it like he said to do. When the food was ready we sat down and ate. It was the best spaghetti I had ever had, sorry mom. It tasted like something you'd get in an Italian restaurant, in Italy.

"This is amazing, Nico!"

"What did you think, I'd be a bad cook like you?" he raised a brow. He looked kinda cute like that.

"No, I just mean- just take the damn compliment," I said taking another bite.

We cleared the table when we finished up and I went to do the dishes. "I'm going to class, see ya," with that comment Nico left.

I don't really know why people would want to take the night classes. They were creepy and the buildings were even more difficult to find in the dark.

I mean I guess it's useful for some people obviously, I just wouldn't want to.

When I finished up cleaning I took a bubble bath and read a few chapters of a book called "The Mysterious Benedict Society." It was a good book and it was my second time reading the series. The books kinda start out slow, but are just so amazing.

My sister, Kayla and I loved these books. When our dad brought us the second one home we fought over who got to read it first. I missed living with my dad because of Kayla, she was my best friend growing up.

After a while I hear my phone buzz, I set my book down on the nightstand and texted back Lou.

Lou: Dude, you'll never guess who is in my class!

Will: I don't like this game and you know it, just tell me

Lou: Ya roomie, I just now noticed, oops

I shook my head Lou didn't pay much attention in class or most anywhere for that matter. She once forgot her own birthday because she never looked at her calendar or bothered to look on her phone.

Will: That's great.

I texted back sleepily.

Lou: I'll go say hi for you!

I read the text and immediately woke up she wouldn't dare, a flashback to when we were out at the mall and I made the mistake of telling her one of the guys at the arcade was hot. She got his number and told him and I quote "want to get freaky."

Will: NO, so help me, Lou, I will post the pictures of you in fifth grade

Lou: You little bitch, won't tell him you have th for him

I rolled my eyes, I was not letting her ruin my time living here. Plus Nico probably wasn't even into guys, no one I find attractive ever was.

I turned off my lights and plugged in my phone before going to sleep.