Chapter 2

I'm Your Comforter

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BTW: They are Still 13

Rachel's POV

Once school was over Nico came up to me.

"HEY! RACHEL!"

"Oh hey Nico. What's up?"

"I thought I could walk you home."

"Really? How about your parents? Won't they be worried?" Nico looked down at his shoes.

"Hey, what's wrong? I asked him.

"Nothing, really."

"Nico, even though we've only been friends for like 4 ½ hours, you can tell me anything you want."

He looked up and told me,

"Thanks. Okay so I kind of don't have any parents, or a house. I guess you can say I'm poor."

"Oh MY GOSH! Nico! You know you can stay at my house. If you want." I had no idea what I just gotten myself into.

"Really? Wow Rachel. But I really shou-"

"Yes you should!" I blurted out.

"If you insist. Thank Rachel."

Once we got to my house I had to stop Nico from walking. The thing is, my family is rich. And our house is huge.

"Whoahhh." Nico looked up and his jaw dropped. We walked inside.

"HI MOM!" I yelled at the kitchen.

"Oh hi honey how was—OH MY GOODNESS! WHAT HAPPENED?"

"A kid beat me up for my money, but Nico saved me. Mom meet Nico."

"Hello Nico. Thank you for saving my sugar-bun. I'll make sure to call your school."

"Mom? Can Nico stay here? He kind of doesn't have anywhere to go."

"Sure. I just have to call your school NOW!"

"Ok promise?"

"Yes now please let me call your school!"

"Ok bye."

I grabbed Nico's hand and gave him a tour of our house.

"Where am I going to sleep?"

"In the guestroom"

"Ok cool. Rachel thanks. I probably would have been wandering the streets right now."

"No problem."

The last room I showed him was the room he'll be sleeping in, the guestroom.

I told him to get comfortable cause we'll be sleeping in 20 minutes.

"Hey Nico, you have clothes right?"

"Yeah in my backpack. Don't worry."

I went to my room and put my pajamas on. A big t-shirt and short shorts. I put my hair down and curled it a bit.

Nico knocked on my door and slowly came in.

"What's up?" I asked him.

"I forgot to mention tomorrows my birthday."

"You're turning 14 right?"

"Yeah…"

"You wanna stay up till 12 don't you?"

"What?!" he chuckled a bit.

"Wow haha ok I will" He told me with a look of surprise and happiness.

"RACHEL NICO! TIME FOR BED!" My mom yelled. I was happy my dad wasn't here cause he would explode if he found out a boy was staying here.

Once I knew my mom was asleep I walked to the guestroom. My plan was to try and freak Nico out.

Of course it back fired I walked into the room and Nico was behind the door and jumped out on me. I freaked out and fell on the floor. Nico practically picked me up and asked me,

"You can't scare me and are you ok?"

"Yeah sorry about that. 1 hour till you birthday though."

"So what do we do?" he asked. I hope he didn't notice me blushing.

"We can talk…." I told him.

30 minutes later I was with him on the bed. NOT WHAT YOU PEOPLE THINK! His arm was around me and we were both looking at the ceiling.

"30 minutes Nico."

"I didn't think my birthday was such a big deal Rach."

"So I guess you're not going to call me red?" I asked looking at him.

"If you don't want me too." He was smirking now.

"Why are you smiling?" I asked.

"No nothing." He chuckled a bit.

"You remember when you about to tell me something before our rude tea-" he stopped me.

"Your eyes are pretty" I blushed.

"What color eyes do you have?" I asked.

"Dark-dark brown." He answered.

We continued talking for a while. Until 2 minutes till he turns 14.

"So you're almost 14…."

"Yep. I'll feel the same though." He was right when it's my birthday I feel the same.

Soon it was his birthday.

"Happy birthday" I whispered in his ear.

"Like I said, I feel the same."

"Don't be such a downer!" I told him laughing.

"This is the best Birthday present anyone can give me. Thanks Rach"

"Stop thanking me." We lay down and didn't talk for 10 minutes.

Nico grabbed the back of my head and held me up so we were facing each other.

"Rachel can I ask you something?" I gulped trying to say yes.

"Do you like me?" I was blushing.

"Well, yeah. Why?"

"Just asking sorry." His hand wasn't in the back of my head anymore. He was laying down now looking at the ceiling. I plopped down next to him.

We both fell asleep, next to each other.