"So how did you see me?"
"At the darn door as I was hugging Tiw. It was soo odd I feel chills everytime I think of it." Nice stated as he shrugged.
"Seeing me or hugging the other guy?"
"The hug of course," he stated then paused and turned to him smiling.
"You know what, you are quite the angel. I was in the water with no breath for like thirty minutes then I saw your face and I was like God you brought me just what I needed. Then I saw the environment wasn't white as heaven is believed to be then I was like 'Fuck this life, I'm still in bloody earth.' " He stated looking annoyed.
"Do I look like an angel?"
"Maybe. I usually wish I was born handsome not some cute nerd I am." He said with a changed expression.
"Nerd...so you are..."
"Been waiting for you to ask. I'm Venice but call me Nice. I was told I'd be your secretary." He said then smiled.
"Ooh good to know. For your info I don't need that plus.. tell no one you have seen me." Dylan stated seemingly uncomfortable as he went away.
"Okay. But you haven't said your name..." Nice stated only to find himself by some camera. He had learned a little about photography when he was still babies. He looked at it then switched it off before diving back into the waters.
"What are you looking at?" Tiw asked as he sat beside him on his bed. He was looking at the photos in the camera.
"Which type of camera is this?" He asked as he moved from the photo area and gave Tiw the camera. He had a towel on his shoulder still shirtless.
"This is of nearly a decade ago. It was the most expensive then still expensive now. This model was wanted. Still wanted. We can earn millions from this." Tiw stated as he turned the lens.
"Did a spirit give it to you last night?"
"You know too well. If I sleep, no spirits come." He responded snatching the camera. He switched it off and placed it in the drawer with a black leather covered book.
" You still have that?" Tiw stated as his hands rushed to the book. Nice turned to the door. His shadow.
"Why didn't you lock the door plus stop running your long fingers round my stuff."
"Does it have the same pin?"
"Leave the locket alone." He said pulling the book from him. He pulled him off his bed and walked him out.
"No thanks for yesterday? You are chasing me out." Tiw stated. Nice banged the door at his face as he walked to the shower. Atleast he missed the morning run. For breakfast ...maybe...
"Got some inspiration boy." Madrigal stated as Dylan drew. The picture was fascinating. He had Nice exact as he came from water. The waves were perfect. His lips his nose bridge everything was good.
"Abit. Let me check the Cam for me to see if I recall it correctly." He stated as he looked back.
"Shit! I left it there."
"I was about to say I didn't see you walk in with it. Dylan, where is my camera or did you gift it to some cute nerd."
"Cute nerd? Plus I didn't leave it there. He was talking alot so I ran off." He tried explaining.
"Oooh really." Madrigal had his eyes on him.
"Okay, he was cute. He said I looked like an angel then I had a meltdown okay." He admitted.
"Okay." Madrigal responded still doubt full.
"What I said everything."
"Except when you missed the fact that you fell on love."
"Love at first sight? Duh I don't believe in those." He stated and looked back at the painting.
"That painting says it all." Now calm had found it's position between them.
"How?" He turned to him.
"When you were five we made a covenant."
"Holy moly only Moses would have that in place. No maybe Jeremiah." He responded happily and smiled.
"You and I promised each other stuff. Like I'll never leave you and you'll never draw a portrait until it is of the one you love." His tone was serious.
"Okay I'll try to believe. Your spirit is still with me."
"Plus you've never drawn a portrait except this. Now get that cute guy." Madrigal powered it all up.
"If we were meant to be we will be." He responded and continued painting.
To him there was no existence of love at first sight. As in where in this world do you see someone and love pops in your head. How does it occur like 'boom' or 'pop' no humour just more problems. Better the life where you control everything like hiding off your emotions. If one wall is broken it all falls. His grandpa was an old one if love to him was at first sight, not him. He told himself as he opened the door to his room different from the rest this room had a blue ceiling which contains clouds during the day and stars at night. The rest was a mixture of blue and black. He had the bad boy aura he never let off. He walked to the balcony. First was the usual view then he looked down. He could see him. Nice. Running around happily as he tried various hardles. He was day dreaming again. No this was reality. He turned back to his room. The other half had gym equipment. He hoped on one ready to forget his now worry. Maybe. Just maybe a feeling that now seemed to have begun developing.
"Not by first sight." Dylan reminded himself.
"So you really have feelings?"
"No. I just... Nothing. It's nothing. I'm talking to myself darn it." He stated to himself as he picked his water bottle. Then a knock came.
"I don't like him. I'm straight."
"You sure?"
"Darn it!"
He opened the door with only his head on the outside. No one ever viewed the inside.
"Hey it's Feliz.."
"So sir..."
"Have a nice day." He responded closing the door. Then immediately his phone rung.
"Ooh fuck!" He picked it. Dad. He placed his bottle on the bed and walked to is speed machine. He turned it on and begun the walk.
"Dad ...you finally recalled you had a son." He stated sarcastically.
"Maybe..."
"Maybe ooh bye." He hung up. Then a knock came.
"Oh fuck this shit!!!"