~Nathan's PoV~
I glanced up from the long, in depth novel I was reading to hear the door being gently closed. I would only know this because my last roommate had a habit of very gently closing doors before entering them with a big, fiery attitude. I was glad to be getting a new roommate so soon; I missed having the extra person around to do minimal socializing with and conversing with when I had nothing else to do. Lately the house had been so eerily quiet that I had to start playing my iPod to make up for the lack of noise. Noise was good, for it marked that life was still moving on while silence was as if time had come to a stand-still, making the few weeks alone drag on far longer than it actually was.
Again, I heard shuffling about and bags being set on the familiar small table that resided next to the door. I shut my novel after I placed my bookmark inside to stand and quietly move through the house until I was standing behind the small man that had his back turned towards me. I stared down at him; a good foot shorter than my six-foot-five build. He hadn't noticed me yet, it seemed, as he kept fiddling with the latch on his brown briefcase as if it would open and reveal a great treasure inside the dull bag.
His hair was of a longer hairstyle like mine, from what I could see. Truly, the only way I knew it was a male was from his outfit: a long grey coat, jeans, and some sneakers that looked too masculine to be worn by the average female. Yet, his hair was the perfect flaxen blonde waves that flowed to his lower neck in a scruffy, messy look. Slowly, he started to turn around and peer up at me with large, innocent sea-blue eyes. His skin was just a tad lighter than his hair, an almost cream or milk color hue but the skin was soon stained with a deep red that settled right below his eyes. His features were less masculine than I expected with his large, blue eyes, dainty nose and pouting light-pink lips.
Unable to shake my gaze, I stared down at him, perhaps a moment too long for he glanced off rather hastily as the blood continued to flow up to his no longer pale cheeks. I cleared my throat, knowing I would be the one who spoke first. "You must be my new roommate. I am Nathan." I kept it light, shifting my gaze to focus on something else than the petite boy standing near me. He glanced back up, or thought he did out of the corner of my eye, but swiftly looked off to gather up his belongings which weren't much.
"I am Mateo, but you can call me Mat. What room am I staying in?" he asked in a small voice. He seemed so fragile. Too fragile to be in New York. I turned back to Mat with a welcoming smile of warmth before motioning him forward as I started to walk off to the room he would be staying in. He followed behind me quietly, shifting the bag he kept lugged over his shoulder every so often before we finally reached the closed door to his new room. I reached for the handle, twisting and opening it to lean in and flip on the light switch. The light lit up the incredibly bare white walls and clean linens that were placed on the bed. "I was not sure when you were to be arriving, and figured you would want to make the room into your own style." I offered as the boy brushed past me, his arm brushing against mine before I realized just how cold the boy was, even under the too-big coat.
He paced forward to set the plain brown briefcase on the floor along with the overly stuffed bag from his shoulder. Once he stood back up straight, I reached forward with my left hand to grab his dainty, glove covered hand and pull him towards me as I stepped forward. As the tiny boy was pulled to me, I released his hand to swiftly slip my arms inside of his coat, holding him to me by the small of his back. His body fit perfectly into my form, his head now resting gently on my chest as his fluffy white hair tickled my exposed neck. I pulled him closer, now holding our bodies together as the electricity of excitement flowed through me, and my warmth taking away his cold aura.
He stared up at me through pale strands of hair, the blush having returned just under his bright blue eyes as he stared up at me with a look of confusion. I stared back, unable to look away from his powerful blue eyes, "You would have caught a cold if you did not get warm enough." My reason for doing this seemed logical enough, yet I held us there for another moment as I inhaled a few deep breathes of his enticing cinnamon aroma.
Reluctantly, I pulled my arms from around his small waist, my hands brushing past his hips before I stepped back. He still gazed up at me through the pale blonde strands of hair, but now he was fidgeting with the button on his jacket nervously as the blush that so easily made itself known on his cheeks returned with a bright shade of pink. "T-thank you," he quietly mumbled, obviously unsure of what to say by my sudden act. I smirked at this thought, turning and exiting his room silently to let him unpack his few items he had brought along with him. Suddenly, I was not only glad that the house would not be silent anymore, but that the house wouldn't be silent because of –him-.