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Nicky sat bored out of his mind for most of the day, gym, math, tech, even history seemed to drag by. By 6th period he was ready for the sun to go down and have some, any type of fun. “Yo, nick-o-lantis, you good?” a voice calls from beside him, he sighs heavily “yeah, im good, just bored as all get-out” he responds getting a laugh from his friend. “Alright just don’t break your head open falling asleep” Nicky rolls his eyes “okay that was one time, not my fault Rexy has more energy than a chihuahua on steroids” he gets a nod out of them.
“Okay class, listen up! As some of you may know there is a new student here, his name is Milo…er” Milo smiled patiently, seemingly used to this exact thing “Milo Andreotti, signora” Instantly a burst of questions followed, each person fixated on Milo, who seems to be trying their best to not get overwhelmed. “Calm down, calm down! Milo here is- eh was a foreign exchange student but decided to move to America from Italy permanently, and it just so happens that they end up here! Milo would you like to introduce yourself?
They seem to shift their weight, uncomfortable “uh, i…Milo, er mi dispiace, non conosco molto l'inglese.. ” an eerie silence follows, but somehow the words seem oddly familiar to Nicky, just bits and pieces “uh, w-what was that, Milo?” the teacher asks, they open and close their mouth, like they dont trust the words their about to say “they say their English isn’t the best, or at least thats what i picked up” Nicky blurts out
The attention seems to follow his voice, all eyes being on him “ tu parli italiano? ” Milo asks, hopeful “eh, no but i know quite a bit of latin! And y’know latin, rome, italy, that correlation thing” they dim only a bit after hearing but decide to stay hopeful “uhm, alright well would any group like to volunteer to take Milo into their group?” that seemed to interest many of the students, hands shooting up as they try to persuade them to their groups.
Milo looks to Nicky’s table, Nick throwing a smile and CC giving a ‘come on’ gesture, they shift their bag and walk over, sitting down with the duo, earning some groans and a “always with the freaks” but all three of them shake it off. After getting their instructions, Nicky stares at his blank sketchbook with a firery look, having virtually no ideas. “Hnnng okay okay uhhh listen man im tryin’ here but my minds bluescreening” he says, laying his head down with a thunk
“Ah, rest in peace Nicholomeister, we knew ye well” CC dramatically sites, making Milo laugh “oh shut it, i just cant think” Nicky sighs “you could in the first place?” Nicky glares, CC throwing their hands up in defense, “eh we’ll figure something out later, so Milo, what do you like to do?” CC asks, Milo thinks about this, trying to phrase it. “Oh! Hey! We can use the translate app on my phone, its not the most accurate but its better than most” Nicky says, digging in his bag “says who?”
“Oct, and hey, has he been wrong on most things?” Nicky asks, passing his phone to CC “besides love? Nah” CC jokes, Nicky laughs nodding after figuring out the mechanics, Milo answers CC’s question quickly “ i like to read, and listen to music, im trying to listen to more songs in English to get use to speaking them but thats harder than listening haha ”
Apparently, now that Nicky was actually starting to have fun is when the time decided to flow by. Having to begrudgingly get up to go to his next class, the hours felt extra long, practically dead on his feet by the end. Waiting in his usual spot Nicky feels his phone go off
Text from mother-ship: “im so sorry but im super busy, do you think you could get a ride from your friend or take the bus? Please stay safe! Love you”
You: “dw about it! Yeah im waiting on them now so ill ask lol, love ya too mom”
Nicky sighs, slumping back “guess im walkin’” he mumbles, “ non sembra sicuro ” Nick hears, looking up he sees his newest friend. “Oh, hey! Do you not have a ride?” he asks, Milo shakes their head “you walking too?” they pause for a bit, nodding in the end “nice, at least im not alone today!” Nicky smiles. Milo smiles back, getting an idea they pull out their phone, going into contacts they show Nicky their screen
“Is this your number?” a nod, he smiles and types it in his own phone “neat! Maybe we can talk easier, well at least until i can speak basic italian” he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. Milo looks ecstatic and Nicky decided that they made a very good choice.