a f r a i d

I'm almost positive those words have never come out of my mouth. 

Imogen read his reply, her eyes rolling in response. “Okay, you can stop now. (:” She shuffled around his porch, her feet kicking away some of the small rocks that we’re resting there. These visits never made Imogen nervous, they all generally consisted of the same thing and Nico was never clingy or annoyed when she insisted on leaving just a few minutes after they slept together. A smile formed on Imogens lips when he opened the door, her arms crossing over her chest. “No need for money, you said you’d pay me in food, so whatever.” She shrugged her shoulders, stepping into his house. Her fingers lightly tugged on the bottom of his shirt. “Is that a new shirt? It’s cute.” 

He closed the door behind her as she walked in and couldn't help the smile on his face. "I think it might be one of Fletcher's to be honest," he chuckled, glancing down at the fabric covering his torso. He and Fletcher shared so many of their own items with each other that it was getting difficult to tell who's was who's. With a small little smirk, Nico let his hands rest on Imogen's hips as he gently pressed her against the door. His brother wouldn't be home until tomorrow, so he was planning on taking complete advantage of that opportunity. "But you know what would be even cuter?" he whispers, tugging at Imogen's shirt. "You with your shirt off."

Just because your great aunt Mary once said that you're cute and everyone's going to love you doesn't mean it's actually true. 

Is there any viable evidence that it doesn't exist? No. So don't tell me it's not real. 

At least I'm more attractive than you. 

Do I really not pay that much attention?

I didn't even know there was a restaurant named Ray's Pizza. 

No, I'm telling you. It's called a beavecoon. It has the head of a beaver and the body of a raccoon. I saw it on iCarly. 

Those exact reasons were why she was making her way to Nicos house, simply because he wanted her to give him head. Imogen was completely okay with this set up too, it was also like clockwork. He would always be there for Imogen whenever something happened between Malachy and her, whether it be to actually talk about it or get her mind off of the situation with sex, he was still there. It was comforting to her in a weird way. Imogen left her house and made her way to Nicos, taking the same familiar path that she always had to his house. After arriving at his house, Imogen sat in the driveway and pulled out her phone, opening her message log with Nico. "Is it still called a booty call if i’m giving you head?" She hit send, then began typing again, "Anyway, i’m here and I should probably feel comfortable enough to walk in your house without asking since we’ve fucked so much but…… i’m not um…" Imogen got out of her car, sliding her phone in her back pocket as she made her way to the front door. She stood outside, her hands linked together in front of her, as she waited for him to come out.

Upon receiving the text, he smiled once he read who it was from. "I mean, if you wanna show me dat booty too then be my guest," he responds as he checks himself in the mirror. Nico's not one to genuinely care what he looks like, but he wanted to look his best for Imogen. You know, despite the fact that he'll more than likely have his clothes stripped from his body within the first ten minutes of Imogen walking in the house. He glanced down at the screen of his phone once again when the text ringtone sounded. Taking a breath, he walked down the stairs of he and his brother's tiny apartment and opened the door with a small smile on his face. "I hope you're not expecting to get paid because I'm flat broke," he joked.

That is the dirtiest idea I've ever heard -- Let's do it. 

It's hard talking about it. Makes it seem more real than it actually is. 

Just the thousands of therapists I was forced to see. 

Dude, I'll help you.