Who wants a romance o/o? (OPEN)

"Tour, then sit down?" she suggested hesitantly.

He nodded, gesturing around the hall. "Well we call this memory lane, because of all the pictures of us at different points."

"You all live here together?" she asked, looking at the photographs.

"Not technically, but they spend more time here than at their own places. We have a guest bedroom that's always being used, and our couch shares the same fate."

She nodded. "Is this you?" she asked pointing to one of the picture.

"Sadly. I was a weird looking kid." It was a picture of a gangly looking version of him, covered in wet sand as he posed on a beach, a large hand dug hole in the sand next to him.

"You dug that hole?" she asked, smiling a little.

"Ugh, yeah. I was looking for treasure, because Aaron convinced me that a shitty map he had carved into drift wood with a rock would lead me to a pirate treasure."

Laura laughed quietly. Again, her fingers itched.

"This is honestly probably the most interesting area besides the basement, so why don't I take you to the kitchen slash living room area?" He asked, already walking backwards down the hall.

She followed him quickly. "Uh, okay."

"It'll give you a chance to sit, them being one large room and all." He turned, leading the way into what was indeed a large room with a kitchen one one side and living room set up on the other. "You want anything to drink?"

"Uh, n-no thanks," she replied. Slowly she sat down on the couch and laid her notebook on her lap.

"Let me know if you do." He pulled a bright blue soda from the fridge and unscrewed it, taking a drink as he sat on the arm of the couch.

Slowly she began to write again.

Nicky looked down at her, watching her write.

After a minute, she looked up and saw him watching her. She blushed and looked away. "What?"

His gaze was soft, as well as his voice. "I just like watching you write. There's something I can't understand going on in that mind of yours, and it's captivating."

"Sometimes I don't even understand my own mind," she remarked with a passive laugh.

"Hmmm." He took another drink, eyes never looking away from her.

She shrunk under his lingering gaze and turned a light shade of pink. "Wh-What's next?" she asked, closing the cover of her notebook.

"Well, we could sit and talk here, or I could pull a classic seven year old and show you my bedroom, in a non sexual way."

"Uh, it doesn't matter to me." She fingered the soft cover of her notebook and looked at him.

"Come on then. I'm going to introduce you to my fish." He hopped up and held out his hand, grinning.

She shyly took his hand and stood up.

Nicky wove their fingers together and pulled her along, back down the hall. He stopped in front of a door covered in painted stars and planets, and pushed it open. The room had a definite space theme, and there was a guitar sitting on the bed, and sheet music piled everywhere. "So, it's a mess."

Her eyes scanned over the whole room in awe, not wanting to miss a thing. "Wow…"

Nicky bounced over to a fish tank on a bookshelf, and gestured proudly at the fish. "Here they are!"

She bent down to look inside the tank and smiled. "Do they have names?"

"Yes!" He pointed at each fish, all of five of them different colors and patterns, as he named them. "That's Capitalism, that's Tabasco Sauce, there's Maurice, Finnigan, it's a pun, and that one there is Arianna Grande."