Here's chapter 3. Check out the rp we're in if you'd like. We really need a Brittany. xD marrythenightgleerp . tumblr . com
Chapter 3
Nick chuckled, shaking his head as he looked down at the message. This was probably all too much, to be getting so close to a human so quickly. There was just something about Jeff. He drew Nick in. He couldn't help himself. Dropping his phone to the side, he closed his eyes, humming happily as he thought through the day he'd been having.
When the door opened, he looked up, smiling softly and sat up on his bed, "Long time no see."
"Yeah, considering we just met this morning, it's like we're soul mates or something," Jeff said, and tossed his bag on his bed. He stopped and actually facepalmed this time.
"Sorry, that was too much," he added.
Nick snickered, shaking his head and smiling fondly. When Jeff walked into a room, he had a way of lighting it up. He'd only just met him, but he was starting to learn that much about him, anyway.
"No, it's okay. It was cute," he smirked as he watched Jeff curiously.
Jeff laughed, "Okay then. I'm going to get a shower, and then we can head out if you'd like?"
"Sounds good." Nick grinned, watching Jeff curiously for a moment.
Jeff went to get some clothes to wear out tonight in the drawer he had already unpacked.
"Wow, you really do have very little stuff," Jeff said, when he noticed Nick's belongings, "I've got tons of clothes, if you ever need anything." He shuffled through his brightly colored Hollister shirts.
Nick shrugged, "It's fine. I really don't need all that much stuff anyway. I've never really had that much in the first place." He smiled reassuringly.
Jeff took off his blazer and hung it up in the closet.
The last thing Nick was expecting from a town like this one was a guy like Jeff. He didn't think any human would be able to catch his attention quite like Jeff had.
Jeff rolled his eyes and shut the door behind him. It was that moment that everything crashed down on him. He's got a date with this mysterious guy that he just met. Gosh I hope everything goes good, because I don't know why, but we really clicked, and I'd hate to have awkward time in the dorm before one of us switched or something. I also just really want it to work out. I want to fall in love with someone, and I haven't gotten much of a chance to do it yet.
Nick looked awkwardly around the room for a moment. He should probably get changed. He could do that quickly before Jeff got out of the shower, right? Quickly slipping into a simple white shirt and jeans, he sat back down on his bed trying to figure out how he'd gotten to this point. He'd only known Jeff a day. But he really was the sweetest guy Nick had ever met. He supposed it would be good to try. Jeff didn't seem like the sort to ever hurt anyone.
Jeff hurried in the shower, because he didn't want Nick to wait that long for him. He dressed, and almost fell down, banging the door whilst catching himself with his shirt half on. He combed out his hair, and made sure it was perfect before going out, but the ends were a little curly. He sighed and gave up.
Nick's head shot up when he heard the bang at the door, frowning. He bit his lip, hoping Jeff hadn't hurt himself, but it was kind of sweet, really; that Jeff was trying to hard like this. He really didn't need to. Nick didn't know what it was about Jeff that made him like him so much. He was just being drawn in. Nick grinned as Jeff came out, tilting his head to the side as he took in the slight curls to Jeff's hair. Jeff looked really good when he wasn't wearing his uniform. Which wasn't to say he didn't when he was, Nick just liked the change. "This is a good look for you. We'll have to get you out of your uniform more often."
Jeff laughed.
"Ready to go? We can take my car, since I know where it is and stuff," Jeff suggested, and grabbed his wallet, phone, and keys.
Nick got to his feet, smiling brightly. He couldn't seem to get that smile off his face. He hadn't felt this way in a long, long time. It was kind of strange, really. "Definitely. Just lead the way."
Jeff made sure to lock the door behind them because of his laptop, even though nothing has ever really been stolen at Dalton.
"I think you'll really love this place. It's just a little family owned thing, and they treat you like family. Their food is amazing," Jeff explained on the way to his little blue car. He opened the passenger door for Nick, and smiled.
Nick smiled as Jeff spoke about the place. He seemed to know this town really well. But that made sense if he'd really lived there all his life. As he slipped into the car, Nick couldn't help but wonder if he was moving too fast. He just met Jeff. Jeff was a human. Since when did he get like this about a human? Still. It felt like Jeff was different. He was unlike anyone Nick had met before. "Sounds good." He smiled brightly.
Jeff ran to the other side of the car, and got into the driver's seat. After backing out of the lot, he drove down the familiar streets.
"Jeff! It's so good to see you! I see you brought a new friend? Is he someone special?" Carla, the very Italian woman who ran the shop exclaimed when he saw Jeff.
"Carla! It's so great to see you! This is Nick, but you know, maybe. He could be someone special to me soon," Jeff said, and smiled at Nick.
Nick looked at the floor as Jeff looked over at him, blushing. God, did he really just blush? What was he getting himself into. Running a hand through his hair, he couldn't get rid of the smile on his face, and really, he didn't want to. Being around Jeff just made him so happy. "It's a pleasure to meet you." He grinned, looking over at Jeff for a moment.
"I'll get you boys a table, so you just wait one minute," Carla said, and headed off.
Jeff honestly could not stop smiling. Carla didn't take long at all, and they were finally seated in a corner booth.
"What can I get you to drink?" she asked.
Nick couldn't remember the last time he'd done something like this. An actual date. Jeff had this way of making him do things he wouldn't expect to find himself doing. That's what Nick had noticed so far, anyway. Nick's usual trust issues faded when he was around the other boy. Normally he wouldn't let himself get this close to someone so soon, especially not a human, but Jeff just drew him in.
He looked across the table at Jeff, smiling brightly, "Oh uh, I'll just have water." He shrugged.
"I'll have your peach lemonade please," Jeff replied. Carla walked away, so Jeff had to think of something to talk about before it got to the awkward silence mode.
"So uh, how was your three hours without me?" Jeff asked, not thinking of much else.
"Dull. Long. Boring." Nick shrugged, smirking as he looked across at the blonde boy, "Like I said, I missed you."
It was weird to think he'd missed Jeff after such a short time. Nick liked to think that was just because the school, and town overall was dull. Extremely dull. Jeff was the only interesting thing to come of the place.
Jeff just smiled and looked over the menu he knew too well.
"So did you want to finish that game we were playing earlier? I guess you could consider it a game?" Jeff asked, sipping on his drink, they had received.
Nick looked down at the menu for a moment. It was really just the usual basic Italian restaurant stuff. He'd been to so many in his life before. Looking up at Jeff, a small smile tugged at his lips, "If you'd like. I warn you that I'm really hopeless at coming up with questions, though." He chuckled.
"Uh, yeah me either," Jeff said, "How about sports? Do you play?"
Jeff honestly had no idea what to ask. This would be easier if they were texting because then he'd have time to actually think.
Nick tilted his head to the side as he thought for a moment, "Not really. I did when I was younger, but not anymore." He shrugged. The last time he actually played a sport would've been decades ago. "What about you? Do you do play any sports?"
"I play hockey with my family sometimes, and I love watching it. I play football sometimes, but I don't really play anything else," Jeff said.
"Your turn?" Jeff suggested.
Nick smiled softly as Jeff spoke about his family. It was sweet; how much Jeff cared about them. It made Nick think about his, back when he was a part of his family. It took him a moment to think of a new question, tilting his head to the side for a moment, "Um…well, you draw, you play guitar, you play hockey…" He smiled as he looked into Jeff's eyes, "But what's your favourite thing to do? Like, hobbies, I guess."
When Nick looked him in the eyes, it felt like he was staring into his soul. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing though.
"That's a tough one. I like writing music, and listening to it. I love hanging out with friends," He stopped for a second, "I love to laugh. As weird as that may sound, but I just love to make someone happy, and to just make terrible jokes, and have fun." He had finally decided on an answer. He loved to see people smile.
Nick's smile grew the longer he listened to Jeff talk. There was something about him. His face lit up when he was talking about laughing, and having fun. He bit his lip, trying to stop himself grinning and looked down at the table. He was in way too deep. Jeff was without a doubt, one of the most amazing guys Nick had had the fortune of meeting and he really didn't know what he was supposed to do at this point. It's been so long.
Looking back up at Jeff, he chuckled breathlessly, "That's really sweet. Cute, even."
Jeff laughed. They ordered their food, and continued to talk.
"You're cute," Jeff said, and then blushed. "So what are your hobbies?" he asked.
Nick grinned, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. It wasn't Jeff calling him cute that really got to him. It was the blush afterwards. It was adorable. Nick really needed to stop thinking like that. He took a moment to consider Jeff's question, "Well…sometimes I sing. I read a lot. I uh, I people watch sometimes. You know that thing, where you watch people walk by and come up with their life story? I do that sometimes." He shrugged, realizing just how dull he sounded.
"I love people watching actually. My family goes to that amusement park up north? It's in Sandusky, probably like 2 hours from here, and that is one of the best places to do so. You're really just standing in line most of the day, so might as well enjoy it with some entertainment. I swear there's a Santa there every single time I go. Maybe I'll bring you some time. You aren't scared of roller coasters are you?" Jeff went on. He could really talk about them all the time. He loved going to Cedar Point.
Nick smiled fondly as he listened to Jeff talk. There was something about listening to him that was just so nice. He could listen to Jeff talk all day, and he was a rambler so that could've been possible. Jeff just had such a lovely voice, and why was Nick still thinking like this? This was getting ridiculous. "No, I like roller coasters." He smiled reassuringly, "It sounds like a fun place."
"It really is. Halloweekends is coming up soon too. We can go to that. Unless the monsters are scary?" Jeff said, completely oblivious to that fact that Nick wasn't human himself. Jeff just loved to see him smile. It was adorable, the way he bit his lip and looked down to try to hide it.
Nick laughed, shaking his head, "I don't think there's a lot that could scare me." He looked into Jeff's eyes for a moment. There were such a lovely shade of brown. He tilted his head as he looked into them. He couldn't help but think about the fact that Jeff didn't know about him. Had no idea. And if he found out, he'd probably run and never look back. The thought of Jeff disappearing like that was probably the only thing that did scare him.
"I guess it's your turn?" Jeff asked. Their food came and Jeff smiled at the deliciousness of the plate in front of him. He unwrapped his fork and dug in. It wasn't until he had a mouthful that he looked up at Nick.
"Well that makes me look like a disgusting pig huh?" he asked after he swallowed. He closed his eyes and shook his head, "Sorry. It's just so good."
Nick just watched Jeff for a moment, snickering at the look on his face when he looked up at him. He shook his head, a fond smile gracing his lips, "No actually, that just makes you look really cute, too. You're very good at looking adorable."
Jeff blushed and rolled his eyes at his comment.
Nick smirked at the sight of Jeff's blush. That had become his new goal; to make Jeff blush. It was fine, and rewarding at the same time.
Carefully picking up his fork, Nick took a small bite of his food, thinking for a moment, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" He could imagine Jeff being all sorts of things.
"Honestly? I have no idea. I want to create something that people will like. I want to make music, but that's a long shot. I've thought about being a teacher, but the pay isn't great. Maybe I'll be a doctor. Then I'd be helping people?" he said.
"I really need to hear your music sometime. I'm sure it's amazing," he smiled reassuringly. If his drawings were anything to go by, Jeff was a really talented guy. And if music was what he was passionate about, then Nick was sure it would be amazing. "But that's really great; that you want to help people."
"Yeah! Come over to my family's house one time, and we can play for you. I have this little 'band' with my brothers and sister. It's just something we do in our spare time though," Jeff said excitedly.
Nick grinned, "Really?" He hadn't really expected an invitation like that one. But the thought of getting to hear Jeff play something was very appealing.
"What do you want to be when you grow up?" Jeff asked back.
When Jeff asked what he wanted to be when he grow up, Nick froze. He didn't even think about Jeff asking the question back. There was no growing up for him. He was a hundred and eighty two years old. This was as grown up as he was going to get. He was just used to being in a seventeen year old body. He was seventeen when he died, seventeen he would stay. "I uh…" He bit his lip, trying to come up with something, "I don't want to." He chuckled nervously, "I'd rather not grow up if I can get away with it."
"Well nobody wants to grow up. It's kind of inevitable," Jeff said, "But I'd love to not grow up. Then I wouldn't have to face the fear of trying to live. Trying to make it by. It's too hard. I think I'll just go with your answer actually. I don't want to grow up," Jeff chuckled.
"Unless you have some secret that's working for you, lemme know. I'd love to get in on it," Jeff added on.
Nick was taking a sip of his water as Jeff spoke, choking for a moment. Why did Jeff have to say that? He needed to pretend he was normal for a while. Why did he even ask that question in the first place? Laughing softly, he shook his head, "I-I don't know if there's really a secret to not growing up. It's all in your behavior, right?" he smiled sheepishly, hoping that made sense.
Jeff noticed Nick's weirdness to that statement. It was like he really did have some secret. Jeff hid that with a chuckle, and agreed, "Yeah, I know what you mean."
"So what's your favorite number?" Jeff asked, drawing a blank with questions.
Nick thought for a moment, hoping that Jeff didn't think too much of the way he'd just acted. He didn't want to think about the way Jeff would react if he knew the truth. It was a terrifying thought, "Probably thirteen. Don't know why." He shrugged. "What about you? What's yours?"
"Thirty-one. It's my birthday date. Which is weird, considering it's opposite your number," Jeff said, and narrowed his eyes, thinking. "I have Harry Potter's birthday. July thirty-first," he explained.
Nick smiled a little. It was sweet that his favourite number was his birthday. "I'll have to remember that," he grinned.
After a moment, Nick realized it was his turn to ask a question. "My turn, right?" He'd pretty much ran out when he finally came up with one. Leaning forward in his chair, he smirked, looking into Jeff's eyes, "What were you thinking when you met me?"
Jeff let out a breath, and thought about it for a second.
"At first, I thought you were just some really hot guy, I'd never talk to, but when I got some strange courage to actually say hi, I heard your voice, and something just drew me in. I really don't know why we've gotten so close. I mean, you could be some strange serial killer planning on devouring the school. I just feel right with you. Is that weird?" Jeff explained. He had no idea what brought him to say that. He normally wasn't very open about his feelings, but with Nick. Again, it just felt so easy, so nice. Like they've already been friends since toddlers.
Nick couldn't stop himself smiling even if he wanted to. Jeff was ridiculously sweet, and it was reassuring to know that he wasn't the only one being drawn in. There was just something about Jeff. He was different. He stood out from the crowd.
Nick looked away for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts before hesitantly looking back at Jeff, "It's not weird. There's something about you. I don't know what it is, but it makes me want to be around you, and it makes me want to get to know you. And just have you near me." He ran a hand through his hair, deciding that that was probably one of the creepiest things he had ever said, "Sorry. I'm not very good at this sort of thing."
Jeff laughed, "It's okay. I'm terrible at it too."
"My turn? Uh well what kind of music do you listen to?" he asked.
Nick frowned, thinking for a moment. "I like all sorts of music really. Except the stuff that's come out lately has been a little bad. I like stuff from the seventies and eighties mostly, but there are some good new things." He shrugged, "What about you?"
"I like a lot of music too. I like new stuff, like McFly, and The Script, but Queen will always be the best band ever. Freddie will always be the best singer. Ever. I like a lot of classic rock actually," Jeff explained.
"Oh, yeah. Freddie was amazing." Nick had to bite his tongue. He'd been to a Queen concert many, many years ago. It was one of the highlights of his long, long life. "I haven't heard McFly or The Script though. I'll have to listen to them."
"Yeah!" Jeff was pretty much done eating. Carla had come around with Styrofoam boxes and the check.
"I wish I could time travel back to see them though. I think I'd want to see them play at Rock Montreal in 1981," Jeff explained, whilst putting his leftovers in the box to eat later.
"Oh yeah, that was a really good show. Probably one of their best." Unfortunately, I was busy in England that night. Nick ran a hand through his hair. He really wished he didn't have to keep this from Jeff. He didn't want to scare him away, though. Besides, he never told anyone what he was. That would just make his life more difficult.
Jeff paid for the meal and left Carla a good tip.
"Ready to go?" he asked, and stood up to put his jacket back on. He had really enjoyed his lunch/dinner with Nick. Jeff hoped that being roommates wouldn't make this weird for them. Actually, he'd hoped Nick wouldn't get sick of him. He does have a mouth, and he was really good at talking for hours.
"Right, yeah." Nick got to his feet. He felt a little bad for letting Jeff pay. He could've paid. But at that moment, his mind was running through what was supposed to happen now. He was glad he wouldn't have to say goodbye to Jeff, they were going back to the same dorm, after all. But he didn't know where the date was supposed to go from this point. It had been way too long, and he had only met Jeff that morning.