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Nico Flores honestly thought Thomas was…amazing.
Past there awkward, yet adorable, first meeting in the food court, “Mr Sanders” had proven to be one of the most honestly nice people he’d ever met. He was nearly always optimistic and hilarious, yet knew when to tone it down and take matters more seriously. It was hard to believe it was the same guy who fell into a bin and bought boiled carrots just to get out of directly talking to him!
Well he could believe it, Thomas was still endearingly awkward whenever they met up, stuttering and blushing through his sentences until he got fully absorbed in the conversation, which is when his personality began to shine through the nervous exterior that Nico had initially fallen for.
He hadn’t expected the man that at first had seemed so shy to hold much passion. Maybe it shouldn’t have been a surprise, considering he was kinda similar in that regard, but honestly Nico didn’t think anything could of prepared him for the dedication Thomas held for his interests. The spiels of theories about every Disney film imaginable, the outbursts of musical numbers at the most random of times, often followed by a speech on what makes the songs and plots so special, and the rants about storylines and alternate endings for video games that Nico had never heard of before that he wished would never end.
They’d only been dating for a couple of months, yet Nico found himself ridiculously head over heels for Thomas Sanders. Despite living with his head in clouds most the time, Nico usually wasn’t someone to believe in “fate” or “destiny”, but it became very hard not to trust that there was some kind of power that had drawn them together as he watched Thomas joke and laugh. He couldn’t think of a single bad thing about the other that wasn’t in some way endearing or just added to the odd yet radiant charm of his.
Well, maybe there was one thing.
He really shouldn’t judge the other man for it.
He meant- it really wasn’t his fault, he didn’t choose for it to happen to him.
He wasn’t even sure how aware Thomas was of it.
It was just, well – Thomas was kinda…
Thomas was possessed.
Wait, no, possessed was definitely the wrong word for the situation. It was more like…very strongly haunted? Haunted to the point it effected Thomas’ actions?
It was hard to explain…and low key terrifying.
Nico had heard of ghosts haunting locations before, of course, but these ghosts seemed to haunt Thomas in particular. Plus there was something different about actually seeing a haunting in person rather than just hearing about one online. He’d been half tempted to write some poetry on it to try and express just what the hell was going on, but had decided against it.
It was more important to figure out what exactly was going on, for Thomas’ sake if anyone’s. He couldn’t stand the thought of this hurting his boyfriend. Something would have to be done if it turned out these spirits had more sinister intentions.
Man, just saying ‘spirits’ in a context outside of literature had Nico reeling.
Even more so when thinking about how the ghosts had acted so far.
They didn’t seem to mean any harm, but it was gosh-darn confusing to try and figure out what they were trying to do! Besides what they did do was beyond anything he’d heard ghosts doing before.
The whole situation was so weird. And complicated. Definitely not the type he’d expected to be thrown into when he decided to talk to the socially awkward man in the mall.
Just– it was so–
It was probably easier to explain from the beginning.