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HUEHUEHUE YEP THAT'S RIGHT
WITH THE SPEED OF LIGHT MY SIS GOT INSPIRED BY DEAR TwiggyStone 's STORY AND MADE HER TURN
Like yesterday on my eyes, when we both saw and read Twiggy's part, she literally was like "Now nimb you shut the fuck up and don't talk to me in the next hour", put her headphones and music, abandoned me and set off to writing xDD #thatinspotho
So yeah, it's a bit long, but isn't that awesome?? Be sure to read everything, there are some really interesting moments hehehehe

And nimb, what nimb, nimb stayed at home the whole day today, so why not use this opportunity to create some art and do some translation?

So, voilà, the result of this triple symbiosis you can see above and read below xDD

Hope you all guys like it! Enjoy!

THE NEXT PART HAS ARRIVED, GO CHECK IT OUT ON TWIGGY'S PAGE
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Previous part

Storyline

PoV Alex

I'm sitting next to the paddocks. Ana is producing her weird sounds, sweeping the annoying flies aside. They, by the way, have gotten on my nerves pretty much, too. But why, summer isn't a joke. I must admit, we should really thank our country for letting the heat in. You know, to spend almost the whole year in snow and coldness isn't the best thing you can imagine. I notice the sun starting to go down. Ah, it's indeed so beautiful at this place. Gosh, please, can anyone stop me?

I think about everything and nothing. What are these stupid thoughts, Alex? Get your shit together, you derp. I honestly have no idea what goes on with my mind, it's empty. Seriously, no hurricanes of thoughts, no memories, no anxiety. Maybe I'm getting better? Maybe, this is what happens in the minds of normal people? Ha, if it's like that, then you, ladies and gentlemen, living pretty boring lives. I've already managed to get used to my thoughts, which accompany me 24/7. Am I really getting better? I don't know... And I'm not gonna visit any doctors - I have abandoned this thing long time ago. They have already tried. Made those theories and stuff. It's just that me - I'm a "special case". I'm the one who can't get aided, only if I will want that aid myself. Screw them all... Oh, what's wrong with me today, it's been a while I have had such a miserable and lost condition.

Ah no, too early to rejoice. Feels like I've been hit with a bullet in my head, the pain is coming back. Haha, that means I'm still that good old Alex, and my demons are still there in my mind. Ok, enough. Tu t'arrêtes, toi*. Man up, what are you a dish rag of something? I'm jumping off the fence of the paddock, with Ana watching me with worried look. Tsss, my girl, I'm not gonna leave you here alone. I feel the warmth coming up from the ground. That's strange, it's been a long time that I've stopped appreciating such moments. And now it's all coming back. Simple joys of life, to say so. Come on, I just can't simply decline a pleasure like this - I'm sitting down on the ground, leaning my back against the fence. My hand without any permission from my side reaches out to the soil and feels the grass. This is what I haven't experienced for ages. And just imagine this picture - me, sitting on the ground, touching the grass, like an idiot. My second hand reaches into my pocket for a cigarette. If Lara was here, she would have firstly lecture me, and then she would have been taking it away from me to smoke herself. Now she's probably having a drink with Max on the terrace, and I'm not interested in this anymore. What was I saying? No memories? Here's the thing, the smell of cigarettes is able to revive them.

I'm closing my eyes. Here I go again, one of these summer chilly evenings, sitting at the same very place, two of my beasties going nuts in the paddocks. The smell of the cigarette smoke fills everything around and someone's hand suddenly deprives the cig from me. My nose is stroke by the smell of that perfume which I adore. Cherry tint. Or something like berry-ish, I'm not a professional in this field. The sonorous clear laughter bursts out almost all over the equestrian centre. Lara is sitting next to me, with her head resting on my shoulder and with her legs thrown over mine. I'm reaching my hand following hers, to get my fairly bought cigarettes. But my hand is just passing through and all of these vanishes to no-where. No Lara, no laughter, no cherry fragrance. All of this was so real though... I'm panicking for a moment, thinking I'm hallucinating. Ah no, it's simpler than it seems. I open my eyes. Have I just had a nap right here on the ground? Ana woke me up with her breath in my neck, and I'm just smiling and stroking her nose. Wow, what an evening. Now it's right the time to get this baby to sleep. Either she had plunged into the memories as well as her owner, or felt all of my pain. Well, things've been said, stop dramatizing, Alex. No-one cares, it's no-ones business, is it, my dear psychologist?

***

I'm in this world again. Here is a "normal" me. Ana is already in her box, and i can go do stuff. But what stuff, I don't have any clue. Steal some of Nicky's pants? What, cool idea. Remember, I promised to make strange sudden deeds? And I can keep my word. Which is the room that he's occupying..? I see Lucie on the horizon, so be it her to reveal me the mystery.

"My sweetheart, I need you", I say to her.

"What do you need, my beast?" she smiles and punches me in my side. I do love this girl.

"I have a quite confidential question", I grin and raise my eyebrow, following the girl.

"Confidential? Look, which words do we know!" she rolled her eyes, and I understand that I'm starting to love her a little bit less, than it has been a couple of minutes ago.

"Shush. So, where does Nicky live?"

"Nicky? What is that? To be honest, sounds like the name of the prostitute in a cheap strip-bar", she shrugged her shoulders.

"Blondie... what on earth is happening in your tiny head", I sigh, barely holding the laughter. I immediately get an image of Nicky dressed up in some naughty gown and giving a lap dance to some old man with a beer belly. Euuuuu, Alex, what the hell, "Okok, Nicky is Nicholas. Where is his room?", I drop out, staring at Lucie.

"Well, third room by the right wall, second floor. Why?" she suspiciously running her eyes all over me.

"I want to steal the pants", me is being honest. It's just that the truth isn't quite truth-like sometimes.

"Whatever you're gonna do, I told you nothing. Ciao"

She's leaving in the direction of the stables, and I'm setting off to the third room to the right on the second floor. So Nicky, wanna play a game? Hopefully, you're not in your room at the moment. However, even if you are, no-one abolished the ninja-style yet. He will probably count me as a finished rapist and pervert. Let it be so then - I'm not trying to hide who I am. Soo, third room, second floor. Purposively walking between Lara and Max who were sitting on the terraces' steps, I'm heading to the house. I don't give a shit about their irritated exclamations, I have another interest right now. In all of the meanings. So I'm passing the stairs, Andreas is saying hi to me from the living room. But I'm in abstraction, and the surrounding world just can't reach me. Some sadomasochist part of me is hoping Nick to be in the room. The other one is just simply looking forward to stealing his pants. No matter how weird it sound.

Here we go, the room number 3. Are you here, mon ange? With a trembling heart I'm opening the door. Silence. That means he's not here. Omg, Alex, you've just discovered logic conclusions! Bravo. Genius. Come in already.

Cute cute. And clean. However no, there's a pile of clothing lying near the bed. I notice a suspiciously over-familiar book on the night table. What is that? "On Insanity", Leo Tolstoy. Turns out, I'm not the only one who crawls into other people's rooms, eh, Nicholas? And I've been searching for it everywhere. That's it, this little demon is gonna get what he deserves. Having scraped to the wardrobe, I found myself in the world of colored pants. Where does he only gets them from... Let's see, blue with red swirls, green in polka dot, red and yellow, maroon with blue stripes. But here is my true love: pleated blue-violet ones. Gonna take 'em. Geez, this Nicky is so tiny. I will never fit myself in his clothes, so I'm just gonna leave them for me. A little souvenir, let's call it like that. I hear some steps approaching by the corridor. Alex, you're f*cked, the exit through the door isn't an option. Stay in his room with the words "Salut, bébé" doesn't seem to me a good idea either. What does Alessandro Moretti do? Alessandro Moretti exits through the window.

Second floor - not that high. I've been in worse situations. Moreover, it's safe here, bushes under the window. Plus this place is far from the porch, so I will be able to escape the embarrassment. But I'm not gonna actually fall - from the window to the cornice, from the cornice to the window frame, from the window frame to the next windowsill. Ah, this tough italian childhood of mine... Let's take our risk? Adrenalin is hitting me and without any second thought I'm rushing to the window. I hear the slam of the door behind my back, but I've already vanished from the sight. A couple of broken nails and a stretched foot - and I'm on the ground. Assassin's Creed completed. Nick is showing out of the window, looking around. Obviously, he was indeed stressed out by the opened window, which he left closed before going away. But he doesn't look down.

"Hey Nicky", I can't hod the smile from spreading on my face, "Looking for this?"

I'm twisting his pants in my hand like a rope, and all of kinds of the emotions known to the humanity can be read on his face. he's looking right at me, unable to find any words.

"Revenge for my Leo Tolstoy!" I explain.

"Sorry, couldn't resist the temptation", he hardly managed to hold the desire to smile.

"Get down here, or I will try to put on your runted trousers and tear them", great threat.

"Aw you won't dare!" and he vanishes from the eyesight.

In three minutes he has been in front of me already, trying to put the most warlike posture he only can.

"Give it back", he babbles aggrievedly.

"Not so fast, my little prostitute Nicky", small Alex in my head was rolling on the floor laughing, but I'm just spreading my lips in a wide smile.

"Da hell is this nickname???" it seemed he had his eyes bugged out from his head. How-how, but no-one has ever called him like that. Well, everything happens for the first time someday, right?

"Have a walk with me"

Not saying any word more, I'm leaving, and he's following me. Apparently, he finally got it that I'm not that much of a beast. We're taking our journey to the paddocks, where I've had my memories' stroke before. I don't know why all of this. Just no idea. But I'm improvising. All of the things that happened on the eve were rapidly sweeping in my head: our weird conversation, his moves. I can't let someone that close to me... Not again and not now. Moreover, he probably hasn't been reflecting on what he was doing. He had a shock after the fall and all that jazz... . At least, I'm calming myself down like that. It's just that it has been so much out of his character, which surprised me and made me crack my brain till this very moment. As I said, not now. However, I don't know. I won't be able to let anyone close to me, won't be able to trust anyone what happens with me. Even if i will - I won't be able to stay with this someone without telling. Like it was with Lara. Perhaps, that was what had pushed her away. But, what do I know about that. Women.

We have been walking in silence all of this time. More precisely, I am talking to myself in my mind, and Nick is obviously feeling himself uncomfortable. We approached the paddocks, and I'm not starting the conversation until we place ourselves on the ground. I'm speechlessly giving him back his trousers, and he's squishing them in his hands, like it was the biggest precious of his life. Again, I'm taking out the cigarette of my pocket, starting to smoke. Nicky disapprovingly looks at me. Yeah, he's definitely not gonna take the cig away from me and smoke it for me.

"So how do you like the book?" I start.

"It's ... unusual", he drops, not looking at me.

"Unusual? Interesting description. Unusual - that's us what's unusual", I see him getting confused again, "How did you manage to steal it, anyway?"

"That evening, when you were helping me after the fall", he explains. Oh please, look how not sharp-tongued are we than it was a day ago.

"Do you still want me to teach you some french?"

"Yeah, if you want", he answers, and I'm rolling my eyes.

"Well, let it be so. For example, "Je suis un idiot", means "I'm an idiot". Next, "Mon amour" that's "My love". What else? Come one Nicky, go ahead, what do you wanna know?"

"Don't call me Nicky", he squinted his eyes, but now I see something different in that look.

"Ne m'appelle pas Nicky", I whisper. Hey, calm down, Alex. "On the other hand, do you really prefer "Monsieur Pattern-Pants" or "Little Prostitute"?

"I'm the most wondered by where have you got the last tone from" he frowns.

"C'est un secret", I smile, feeling some warmth. This happens only when I'm with him.

"It's a secret? Here, see, I understand french!" he rejoys, and some childish expression appeared on his face.

"You're astounding me! Even if i repeat it in the billionth time. Ah, how I wish I could tell you everything i think. But I guess you'll f*uck off with the speed of light crying for help", I burst into laughter, the same as him. This is the type of the moments i enjoy the most. Don't try to understand.

"So what's going on in that red head of yours?" he asks and moves closer to me.

My body unconsciously moves a bit away from him. I don't know if he had noticed or not. My body was suddenly soaked up by the panic, my mind as well. I can't let people to myself. No. I want to run away.

"Un jour quelqu'un saura tout ce qui se passe dans ma tête. Et ce quelqu'un sera pas toi, mon chéri**", I don't know who pronounced that. That was my voice, coming from me, but i didn't want by any chance to say what I've said. And i hope he got none of that. Otherwise, I'm getting drunk this night.

"I don't know if it's good that I've got only "mon chéri"", he laughs. Why the hell did i say that.

I'm picking myself by my arm, just to get myself back in reality.

"Don't worry, you don't have to know what I said. t'inquiète pas mon amour", i send him a wind kiss.

We're silent. 10 minutes, no one is saying a word. I'm just staring at one point, and he must have been thinking about something really serious. At least, that what one can say by the expression on his face.

"Nicky", I pronounce quietly, and he accurately raises his eyes on me, "Sing to me".

"No", he mumbles.

"Come onnnn. Something from Guns'N'Roses. Some trash. Or, something from Arctic Monkeys", i cheer him up, laughing.

"Not my style", he smiles, "I haven't grew up to your level, Your Majesty Axl Rose"

"Bah excuse-moi, mademoiselle", for what i receive a punch at my knee. Where's your force, Nicky, "In the meantime, I have a new nickname for you. And you just dare to rebel. So, if I'm Axl Rose, then you be Slash"

"I don't even look like him!", he squishes.

"Oh yes you are! Black curly hair, weird, good looking, having friendship with not less weird ginger guy. True Slash, huh?"

"I am good looking", he raised his eyebrow.

"And that's all that you've heard from my speech? Nicky, you disappoint me. ok, let's close the topic. Tell me about America, bébé", and I'm rolling my head back against the fence bar.

His speeches are so calming and lullabying. But I'm fighting with the sleep for his stories - he loves telling about his country. He is telling me about the stables, the competitions, his school, where he studied, his friends. He has never spoke to me for so long. This might be his longest monologue. Ha, I'm liking to get to know this lad. Quiet, calm at the first sight, but chatty and friendly inside. And this gets to the surface only when he's with me. I'm flattered by that. alright Alex, focus of the story, leave your philosophical shit for later. Just for once in your life, just for him.

(... the be continued ...)

* Tu t'arrêtes, toi - Stop it, you (French)

** (!!! important note: ALEX REALLY DIDNT MEAN TO SAY THAT (Nimb's sister)) Un jour quelqu'un saura tout ce qui se passe dans ma tête. Et ce quelqu'un sera pas toi, mon chéri - One day, someone will know everything what happens in my head. And this someone won't be you, my dear (French)
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Description
HUEHUEHUE YEP THAT'S RIGHT
WITH THE SPEED OF LIGHT MY SIS GOT INSPIRED BY DEAR TwiggyStone 's STORY AND MADE HER TURN
Like yesterday on my eyes, when we both saw and read Twiggy's part, she literally was like "Now nimb you shut the fuck up and don't talk to me in the next hour", put her headphones and music, abandoned me and set off to writing xDD #thatinspotho
So yeah, it's a bit long, but isn't that awesome?? Be sure to read everything, there are some really interesting moments hehehehe

And nimb, what nimb, nimb stayed at home the whole day today, so why not use this opportunity to create some art and do some translation?

So, voilà, the result of this triple symbiosis you can see above and read below xDD

Hope you all guys like it! Enjoy!

THE NEXT PART HAS ARRIVED, GO CHECK IT OUT ON TWIGGY'S PAGE
_____________________________________________

Previous part

Storyline

PoV Alex

I'm sitting next to the paddocks. Ana is producing her weird sounds, sweeping the annoying flies aside. They, by the way, have gotten on my nerves pretty much, too. But why, summer isn't a joke. I must admit, we should really thank our country for letting the heat in. You know, to spend almost the whole year in snow and coldness isn't the best thing you can imagine. I notice the sun starting to go down. Ah, it's indeed so beautiful at this place. Gosh, please, can anyone stop me?

I think about everything and nothing. What are these stupid thoughts, Alex? Get your shit together, you derp. I honestly have no idea what goes on with my mind, it's empty. Seriously, no hurricanes of thoughts, no memories, no anxiety. Maybe I'm getting better? Maybe, this is what happens in the minds of normal people? Ha, if it's like that, then you, ladies and gentlemen, living pretty boring lives. I've already managed to get used to my thoughts, which accompany me 24/7. Am I really getting better? I don't know... And I'm not gonna visit any doctors - I have abandoned this thing long time ago. They have already tried. Made those theories and stuff. It's just that me - I'm a "special case". I'm the one who can't get aided, only if I will want that aid myself. Screw them all... Oh, what's wrong with me today, it's been a while I have had such a miserable and lost condition.

Ah no, too early to rejoice. Feels like I've been hit with a bullet in my head, the pain is coming back. Haha, that means I'm still that good old Alex, and my demons are still there in my mind. Ok, enough. Tu t'arrêtes, toi*. Man up, what are you a dish rag of something? I'm jumping off the fence of the paddock, with Ana watching me with worried look. Tsss, my girl, I'm not gonna leave you here alone. I feel the warmth coming up from the ground. That's strange, it's been a long time that I've stopped appreciating such moments. And now it's all coming back. Simple joys of life, to say so. Come on, I just can't simply decline a pleasure like this - I'm sitting down on the ground, leaning my back against the fence. My hand without any permission from my side reaches out to the soil and feels the grass. This is what I haven't experienced for ages. And just imagine this picture - me, sitting on the ground, touching the grass, like an idiot. My second hand reaches into my pocket for a cigarette. If Lara was here, she would have firstly lecture me, and then she would have been taking it away from me to smoke herself. Now she's probably having a drink with Max on the terrace, and I'm not interested in this anymore. What was I saying? No memories? Here's the thing, the smell of cigarettes is able to revive them.

I'm closing my eyes. Here I go again, one of these summer chilly evenings, sitting at the same very place, two of my beasties going nuts in the paddocks. The smell of the cigarette smoke fills everything around and someone's hand suddenly deprives the cig from me. My nose is stroke by the smell of that perfume which I adore. Cherry tint. Or something like berry-ish, I'm not a professional in this field. The sonorous clear laughter bursts out almost all over the equestrian centre. Lara is sitting next to me, with her head resting on my shoulder and with her legs thrown over mine. I'm reaching my hand following hers, to get my fairly bought cigarettes. But my hand is just passing through and all of these vanishes to no-where. No Lara, no laughter, no cherry fragrance. All of this was so real though... I'm panicking for a moment, thinking I'm hallucinating. Ah no, it's simpler than it seems. I open my eyes. Have I just had a nap right here on the ground? Ana woke me up with her breath in my neck, and I'm just smiling and stroking her nose. Wow, what an evening. Now it's right the time to get this baby to sleep. Either she had plunged into the memories as well as her owner, or felt all of my pain. Well, things've been said, stop dramatizing, Alex. No-one cares, it's no-ones business, is it, my dear psychologist?

***

I'm in this world again. Here is a "normal" me. Ana is already in her box, and i can go do stuff. But what stuff, I don't have any clue. Steal some of Nicky's pants? What, cool idea. Remember, I promised to make strange sudden deeds? And I can keep my word. Which is the room that he's occupying..? I see Lucie on the horizon, so be it her to reveal me the mystery.

"My sweetheart, I need you", I say to her.

"What do you need, my beast?" she smiles and punches me in my side. I do love this girl.

"I have a quite confidential question", I grin and raise my eyebrow, following the girl.

"Confidential? Look, which words do we know!" she rolled her eyes, and I understand that I'm starting to love her a little bit less, than it has been a couple of minutes ago.

"Shush. So, where does Nicky live?"

"Nicky? What is that? To be honest, sounds like the name of the prostitute in a cheap strip-bar", she shrugged her shoulders.

"Blondie... what on earth is happening in your tiny head", I sigh, barely holding the laughter. I immediately get an image of Nicky dressed up in some naughty gown and giving a lap dance to some old man with a beer belly. Euuuuu, Alex, what the hell, "Okok, Nicky is Nicholas. Where is his room?", I drop out, staring at Lucie.

"Well, third room by the right wall, second floor. Why?" she suspiciously running her eyes all over me.

"I want to steal the pants", me is being honest. It's just that the truth isn't quite truth-like sometimes.

"Whatever you're gonna do, I told you nothing. Ciao"

She's leaving in the direction of the stables, and I'm setting off to the third room to the right on the second floor. So Nicky, wanna play a game? Hopefully, you're not in your room at the moment. However, even if you are, no-one abolished the ninja-style yet. He will probably count me as a finished rapist and pervert. Let it be so then - I'm not trying to hide who I am. Soo, third room, second floor. Purposively walking between Lara and Max who were sitting on the terraces' steps, I'm heading to the house. I don't give a shit about their irritated exclamations, I have another interest right now. In all of the meanings. So I'm passing the stairs, Andreas is saying hi to me from the living room. But I'm in abstraction, and the surrounding world just can't reach me. Some sadomasochist part of me is hoping Nick to be in the room. The other one is just simply looking forward to stealing his pants. No matter how weird it sound.

Here we go, the room number 3. Are you here, mon ange? With a trembling heart I'm opening the door. Silence. That means he's not here. Omg, Alex, you've just discovered logic conclusions! Bravo. Genius. Come in already.

Cute cute. And clean. However no, there's a pile of clothing lying near the bed. I notice a suspiciously over-familiar book on the night table. What is that? "On Insanity", Leo Tolstoy. Turns out, I'm not the only one who crawls into other people's rooms, eh, Nicholas? And I've been searching for it everywhere. That's it, this little demon is gonna get what he deserves. Having scraped to the wardrobe, I found myself in the world of colored pants. Where does he only gets them from... Let's see, blue with red swirls, green in polka dot, red and yellow, maroon with blue stripes. But here is my true love: pleated blue-violet ones. Gonna take 'em. Geez, this Nicky is so tiny. I will never fit myself in his clothes, so I'm just gonna leave them for me. A little souvenir, let's call it like that. I hear some steps approaching by the corridor. Alex, you're f*cked, the exit through the door isn't an option. Stay in his room with the words "Salut, bébé" doesn't seem to me a good idea either. What does Alessandro Moretti do? Alessandro Moretti exits through the window.

Second floor - not that high. I've been in worse situations. Moreover, it's safe here, bushes under the window. Plus this place is far from the porch, so I will be able to escape the embarrassment. But I'm not gonna actually fall - from the window to the cornice, from the cornice to the window frame, from the window frame to the next windowsill. Ah, this tough italian childhood of mine... Let's take our risk? Adrenalin is hitting me and without any second thought I'm rushing to the window. I hear the slam of the door behind my back, but I've already vanished from the sight. A couple of broken nails and a stretched foot - and I'm on the ground. Assassin's Creed completed. Nick is showing out of the window, looking around. Obviously, he was indeed stressed out by the opened window, which he left closed before going away. But he doesn't look down.

"Hey Nicky", I can't hod the smile from spreading on my face, "Looking for this?"

I'm twisting his pants in my hand like a rope, and all of kinds of the emotions known to the humanity can be read on his face. he's looking right at me, unable to find any words.

"Revenge for my Leo Tolstoy!" I explain.

"Sorry, couldn't resist the temptation", he hardly managed to hold the desire to smile.

"Get down here, or I will try to put on your runted trousers and tear them", great threat.

"Aw you won't dare!" and he vanishes from the eyesight.

In three minutes he has been in front of me already, trying to put the most warlike posture he only can.

"Give it back", he babbles aggrievedly.

"Not so fast, my little prostitute Nicky", small Alex in my head was rolling on the floor laughing, but I'm just spreading my lips in a wide smile.

"Da hell is this nickname???" it seemed he had his eyes bugged out from his head. How-how, but no-one has ever called him like that. Well, everything happens for the first time someday, right?

"Have a walk with me"

Not saying any word more, I'm leaving, and he's following me. Apparently, he finally got it that I'm not that much of a beast. We're taking our journey to the paddocks, where I've had my memories' stroke before. I don't know why all of this. Just no idea. But I'm improvising. All of the things that happened on the eve were rapidly sweeping in my head: our weird conversation, his moves. I can't let someone that close to me... Not again and not now. Moreover, he probably hasn't been reflecting on what he was doing. He had a shock after the fall and all that jazz... . At least, I'm calming myself down like that. It's just that it has been so much out of his character, which surprised me and made me crack my brain till this very moment. As I said, not now. However, I don't know. I won't be able to let anyone close to me, won't be able to trust anyone what happens with me. Even if i will - I won't be able to stay with this someone without telling. Like it was with Lara. Perhaps, that was what had pushed her away. But, what do I know about that. Women.

We have been walking in silence all of this time. More precisely, I am talking to myself in my mind, and Nick is obviously feeling himself uncomfortable. We approached the paddocks, and I'm not starting the conversation until we place ourselves on the ground. I'm speechlessly giving him back his trousers, and he's squishing them in his hands, like it was the biggest precious of his life. Again, I'm taking out the cigarette of my pocket, starting to smoke. Nicky disapprovingly looks at me. Yeah, he's definitely not gonna take the cig away from me and smoke it for me.

"So how do you like the book?" I start.

"It's ... unusual", he drops, not looking at me.

"Unusual? Interesting description. Unusual - that's us what's unusual", I see him getting confused again, "How did you manage to steal it, anyway?"

"That evening, when you were helping me after the fall", he explains. Oh please, look how not sharp-tongued are we than it was a day ago.

"Do you still want me to teach you some french?"

"Yeah, if you want", he answers, and I'm rolling my eyes.

"Well, let it be so. For example, "Je suis un idiot", means "I'm an idiot". Next, "Mon amour" that's "My love". What else? Come one Nicky, go ahead, what do you wanna know?"

"Don't call me Nicky", he squinted his eyes, but now I see something different in that look.

"Ne m'appelle pas Nicky", I whisper. Hey, calm down, Alex. "On the other hand, do you really prefer "Monsieur Pattern-Pants" or "Little Prostitute"?

"I'm the most wondered by where have you got the last tone from" he frowns.

"C'est un secret", I smile, feeling some warmth. This happens only when I'm with him.

"It's a secret? Here, see, I understand french!" he rejoys, and some childish expression appeared on his face.

"You're astounding me! Even if i repeat it in the billionth time. Ah, how I wish I could tell you everything i think. But I guess you'll f*uck off with the speed of light crying for help", I burst into laughter, the same as him. This is the type of the moments i enjoy the most. Don't try to understand.

"So what's going on in that red head of yours?" he asks and moves closer to me.

My body unconsciously moves a bit away from him. I don't know if he had noticed or not. My body was suddenly soaked up by the panic, my mind as well. I can't let people to myself. No. I want to run away.

"Un jour quelqu'un saura tout ce qui se passe dans ma tête. Et ce quelqu'un sera pas toi, mon chéri**", I don't know who pronounced that. That was my voice, coming from me, but i didn't want by any chance to say what I've said. And i hope he got none of that. Otherwise, I'm getting drunk this night.

"I don't know if it's good that I've got only "mon chéri"", he laughs. Why the hell did i say that.

I'm picking myself by my arm, just to get myself back in reality.

"Don't worry, you don't have to know what I said. t'inquiète pas mon amour", i send him a wind kiss.

We're silent. 10 minutes, no one is saying a word. I'm just staring at one point, and he must have been thinking about something really serious. At least, that what one can say by the expression on his face.

"Nicky", I pronounce quietly, and he accurately raises his eyes on me, "Sing to me".

"No", he mumbles.

"Come onnnn. Something from Guns'N'Roses. Some trash. Or, something from Arctic Monkeys", i cheer him up, laughing.

"Not my style", he smiles, "I haven't grew up to your level, Your Majesty Axl Rose"

"Bah excuse-moi, mademoiselle", for what i receive a punch at my knee. Where's your force, Nicky, "In the meantime, I have a new nickname for you. And you just dare to rebel. So, if I'm Axl Rose, then you be Slash"

"I don't even look like him!", he squishes.

"Oh yes you are! Black curly hair, weird, good looking, having friendship with not less weird ginger guy. True Slash, huh?"

"I am good looking", he raised his eyebrow.

"And that's all that you've heard from my speech? Nicky, you disappoint me. ok, let's close the topic. Tell me about America, bébé", and I'm rolling my head back against the fence bar.

His speeches are so calming and lullabying. But I'm fighting with the sleep for his stories - he loves telling about his country. He is telling me about the stables, the competitions, his school, where he studied, his friends. He has never spoke to me for so long. This might be his longest monologue. Ha, I'm liking to get to know this lad. Quiet, calm at the first sight, but chatty and friendly inside. And this gets to the surface only when he's with me. I'm flattered by that. alright Alex, focus of the story, leave your philosophical shit for later. Just for once in your life, just for him.

(... the be continued ...)

* Tu t'arrêtes, toi - Stop it, you (French)

** (!!! important note: ALEX REALLY DIDNT MEAN TO SAY THAT (Nimb's sister)) Un jour quelqu'un saura tout ce qui se passe dans ma tête. Et ce quelqu'un sera pas toi, mon chéri - One day, someone will know everything what happens in my head. And this someone won't be you, my dear (French)
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