I own nothing. Just random slash. No real reason. Thought it was cute. Review and enjoy.

"Hey Wyatt," Chris said falling onto the couch next to me.

"Hey," I said placing my book on my stomach, "What's up, Little Brother?"

Chris gave me one of his patented I'm a teenager and everything sucks looks before looking at the ceiling. I knew I was only eighteen and still a teenager myself, but I hoped I was a little more adult then her when I was that age.

Now I was out of high school and about to start college. At least I'll start when I finally figured out what I wanted to get a degree in. Everytime I looked at the degree selection though I was pulled in so many different directions.

It was times like this that I hated my mind. All of my life I had been very indecisive and that completely sucked. And now I was talking like the teenager that I actually am.

"Morning, kids," Mom said walking in and pressing kisses to our foreheads.

"Hey Mom," I said with a smile while Chris simply waved.

Mom motioned for Chris to follow her into the kitchen to get ready for the family breakfast we had every Saturday. I'd help, but the last time I tried to help in the kitchen we needed three fire extinguishers.

Sighing I picked up the list of degree's I wanted to get and crossed off anything that had to do with working in the kitchen. It would do no good for me to burn the school down.

Was it really supposed to be this hard to figure out what I wanted to do for the rest of my life? It was just more school and I've had eighteen years to think about it, but still I had no answers.

"Frustrated?" Dad asked sitting at the chair across from me.

"Very," I said staring at the list, "How do I decide?"

"By not pushing it. Wyatt, you've been trying to figure out what you want to get a degree in none stop for almost a month now. You need to step back and take a break."

"But Dad…"

"No buts. Now breakfast will be ready in around nine. Why don't you take your phone and go for a walk?"

Nodding my head in agreement I grabbed my phone from the table and made my way out of the Manor. Dad was right. I needed to stop thinking and just let the answers coming to me.

As I walked I let my mind wonder barely noticing where I was going at all. There really was no point in me knowing since no matter where I was I could always just orb home.

No, right now I just needed to clear my head and stop trying to figure every little thing about my future out. It already was making my head hurt and I had only been up for half an hour.

"Damn," a voice said pulling me out of my thoughts.

Turning to the voice I saw a teenage boy, about sixteen/seventeen, putting some books back into a cardboard box. I almost couldn't believe it. The boy looked like he would barely weigh 110 lbs soaking wet while the box was more then half his weight.

I moved quickly so I could help him pack up the box while taking a better look at him. Maybe he could help me figure out what I was supposed to do with the rest of my life.

Looking him over I saw that he had copper hair that was shaggy while being oddly spiky at the same time that popped against his almost alabaster skin. One eye was a beautiful bright blue while the other was a gorgeous deep green. His lips were red while being full and in a natural pout.

He was wearing dark gray trousers and a white shirt. It was the necklaces he had on the was drawing my attention to him the most. The first one was of a Willow tree while the second was just a blue/white orb that I could have sworn I've seen before.

"Thanks," the boy said with a soft southern accent.

"No problem," I said smiling back happily, "I'm Wyatt."

"Nym."

"I'm not making fun of you or anything, but Nym?"

Nym smiled happily at me before nodding his head as the two of us stood up. I could see that he was struggling with the box so I decided to take it into my arms so he wouldn't fall over.

"Yes," Nym said with a soft laugh, "It is a little odd isn't it? But I like it. Those go to the bookstore right there."

"Okay," I said nodding, "Your parents store?"

"My Dads. My Mom could never have something like this. She's too much of a free spirit to have a store hold her back."

With a nod of my head I followed Nym into the store and placed the books on the counter before turning to Nym. He smiled happily at me before going around to the register.

"So, Wyatt," Nym asked sitting on the counter, "What are you doing walking around this early on a weekend?"

"Trying not to think," I said honestly.

"Oh? Well, how about I offer my ear to try to help you figure out what's been bugging you? They do say it's better to talk something thru with a stranger. Besides you helped me so it's only fair."

Nodding my head slightly I wondered if I could trust this person. I mean, it's not like this had anything to do with anything magical. Nothing bad should happen by talking to Nym about this.

"I'm trying to decide what I should get a degree in," I said sitting on a stool, "I want to do so many things and just when I think I have it figured out I change my mind."

"Why not do it all?" Nym asked cocking his head to the side.

"What?"

Nym shook his head before taking a few books out of the box and started to toss them at me. Gasping I caught the first three before dropping them to the ground as the fourth came at me.

Looking down at the books I felt a wave of confusion fill me as I looked back at Nym. He had this bright smile on his face that, for some reason, made me feel myself warm up slightly.

Uh oh, I knew this feeling. No, I could not have a crush on the man in front of me. I mean, it's not like I haven't thought about guys this way before, but…No, I was not having this conversation with myself right now.

"I don't get it," I said shaking my head hoping my thoughts would go away.

"Do you like writing?" Nym asked rolling his eyes, "Spinning a tale?"

"Yeah, I love it. I used to tell my little sister all these stories when she had nightmares when we were younger. Used to write them down too. Before I got too busy."

A soft smile came to Nym's lips when I said that. It was similar to the one that Mom got when she told us something about when we were younger or when she was younger.

Jumping off of the counter Nym kneeled on the floor and started to pick up the books. Once all the books were in his arms he looked up at me and gave me this wide smile.

"Write, Wyatt," Nym said placing a book in my hand, "You can be anything and everything you want. You never have to make a decision. The world you create will literally be at your finger tips."

Before I could say anything else Nym turned around and walked further into the bookstore. A slight smile came to my lips as I looked down at the book that was in my hands now.

It was old looking and made of a dark brown leather. The leather on the front was pressed down in a design of a Willow tree. Flipping it open I saw that all the pages inside were completely blank except for the first page. It had a quote on it.

'Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, Melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.' ~ Graham Greene

Smiling I nodded my head at the truth of that statement. And it was exactly what I needed to hear. I waited for a moment for Nym to come back only to realize that he wasn't going to.

I calmly climbed off of the stool and started to make my way home. Dad was right. A walk really did help make everything clear. Or at least meeting someone on a walk did.

And what a someone. Nym was amazing. He was able to figure my college dilemma, something not only myself but my family had been working on for a month now, in five minutes.

Then there was just that energy about Nym. I know I didn't know him, but there was just something about him that made me think that I really should. Something that drew me to him.

Nym was just a regular guy though, wasn't he? I mean, there was that necklace that I could have sworn I've seen before, but I bet it was just something I saw in a store and thought someone in my family would like.

The necklace did suit him though. That whitish-blue orb just hanging at his clavicle. Moving ever so slightly with each hypnotic sway his beautiful, but too thin, body made. Skin so soft it…

Why was I even having this discussion with myself? I don't like Nym like that. Yeah, he's amazing gorgeous and I wondered what his lips would feel like pressed against mine.

Wait, this is not happening. No, I just need to calm down and have a nice normal, as normal for me as it gets, day. Just keep Nym off of my mind and everything will be perfectly fine.

"There you are," Aunt Phoebe said when I walked into the Manor, "Where were you?"

"Walking?" I asked more then stated.

"Well, you're almost late, Mister. You're lucky Paige had to go home and change her shirt after Kat accidentally spilled so orange juice on it while setting the table."

Smiling slightly I let Aunt Phoebe pull me into the dining room while she filled me in on everything I had missed. I loved having a big family, but it did get hard to keep up with sometimes.

When we were sitting at the table I turned to my right and saw Chris rolling his eyes at something Uncle Coop had said. Seems like the mood he woke up in wasn't gone yet.

"So, Wyatt," Dad said sitting at the table, "Did the walk help?"

"Yeah," I said smiling, "I have everything figured out now."

"You do?"

"Yup, I'm not going to college."

As soon as that left my lips I it felt like everyone around me seemed to freeze. Looking around the room I saw that everyone was staring at me like I had gone completely insane.

"What?" Mom asked her voice firm.

"I'm not going to college," I said shrugging, "What? Why is that a big deal?"

"You've spent the last month worrying about what you're going to get a degree in only to take one little walk and decide against it?"

"No, I had a little conversation too."

Mom's firm voice turned into a glare before she motioned for me and Dad to follow her into the kitchen. As we stood up everyone to start awkward conversations with the people around them.

When the three of us were in the kitchen I tried to figure out what was going on. I didn't see what the big deal was. So I wasn't going to go to college anymore. A lot of people didn't go and they were fine.

"What happened?" Mom said crossing her arms.

"I had a conversation with someone," I said shrugging, "They helped me decide."

"What kind of conversation? Who what it?"

"Nym."

"Nym?"

"Yes, Nym. He said some things and threw a few books at me. Then gave me this."

Pulling the book out of my jacket pocket I held it out to Mom who quickly snatched it from my hand and started to look over it. I knew that she was looking for some evil spell or something, but I couldn't help but feel annoyed.

Nym wasn't evil. No one with the kind of smile he had could possible be evil. It was too sweet and caring for there to be any kind of evil inside of the teenager. There was no way.

"Wyatt," Dad said shaking his head, "You're just going to decide your whole future on one conversation?"

"Yes," I said smiling.