It was obvious you and Nicholas were different in almost every aspect. Where he was rough and calloused around the edges, you were soft and bright, seemingly lighting up any room you walked into. You approached life with open arms, while he was taught to keep his crossed and stiff. That annoyed him to no end. You and your little spark peeved him.

However, you weren't one to give up that easily. You always believed that there was more to people—people like him. Even with his tough, big-guy front, something in you told you that Nicholas Slovacek had more to him than what he gave off. Call it naïve, call it overly-optimistic. You just wanted to get along with everyone, especially Nicholas. Opposites attract, don't they? You'd get him to crack—eventually.

"Jesus, you're annoying." Nicholas glanced over, setting his jaw just at the sight of you. You lingered around, occasionally chatting him up for what felt like hours to him. "Quit lookin' at me like that. You look stupid. You're givin' me a stupid stupid look."