king of the dipshits

“Oh, thank you,” Nico grinned sheepishly, feeling funny after having been so enthusiastic a moment ago. “Vivaldi,” he explained, pausing his ipod and setting the violin in its case that he’d rested on one of the tables. “Have you heard his concertos?” He asked, attempting to make conversation.

Nicolas continued to play, eyes closed, wanting to block out all of his senses that wouldn’t help him experience the music fully. Swaying to the tune he was pulling from the violin, keeping it in time with the song flowing from his headphones. His parents had wanted him to take lessons, but it had never taken off like they had hoped. He played the full nine minute song, letting the music animate his body; his elbow jabbing back and forth rapidly for a while as he dragged the bow along the strings, before taking shorter movements for the quieter part of the concerto. He finished with a big sigh, dropping both hands to his sides, holding the neck of the violin in his left, and the bow lazily with his right. He opened his eyes and turned to see a girl on the floor working on something. “Oh!” he pulled an earbud out of his ear and let it dangle down his chest, the other playing Spring. “Hi,” Nico laughed, cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. 

“Yes, always,” he chuckled. “We weren’t really allowed near the ocean too much growing up, despite living right on the water,” he added, thinking fuck it, be open. “Secrets, huh? Do you have secrets, bright eyes?” He asked, cocking a brow. He decided right then that he liked this girl, and hoped they could be friends. With so many people around, he wondered if there were already cliques and groups of people that weren’t open to newcomers; she seemed like the opposite type of person. “Oh, that one?” Nico pointed as well. “That’s great; never know when a midnight craving will hit.”

Nico laughed, thinking to each his own. She’d been so kind as to share, he didn’t want to argue with her about it. “If you say so,” he replied, shaking his head, bemused. “I want to visit South Africa; so much culture and so different from home. Be a nice place to learn to surf,” he cracked a grin. “I’d go anywhere though, I like to explore.”

Nicolas nodded, relieved that his hopes for the school were true for someone else at least; that it was something he could get used to. “Oh sure, thanks,” he grinned, reached in and pulled a sour patch kid from the mix. “Blue’s the best,” he commented, popping it in his mouth. “Oh, I guess just getting to see some of the world, and meet new people from all around. I’ve been home my whole life, and a school with people from all over the world seems like a nice place to start.”

Nico chuckled at her excitement and readiness to help, glad that she was the first person he met at the school. He nodded his thanks, giving a little grin and picking up his pace a bit to keep up. “Well, first day here, yeah. Don’t have classes until Monday, so that’s nice,” he commented, glad they gave him a few days to amp himself up to going to class. Nicolas shrugged at the second question, not sure quite how to answer it. This was a brand new place, with just a day or two to decide who he wanted to be known as. “Not really,” he half lied. “Seems like a decent enough place, and who doesn’t like a good adventure?” That part was true; he did see it as an adventure to be had.

Nico laughed as the girl held onto him, reaching a hand to her elbow to help steady her. “Yeah,” he nodded, giving her a quick once over, moreso to make sure she wasn’t wobbly and going to fall. “I just got in last night, and am starved.” Nicolas explained, glancing around them as if the building might be somewhere just in sight and he was missing it. 

You’re just too cute. If only you were mine……..❤️