Love Aint Always Pretty

Attrazione

Translation: attraction

Origin: Italian

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Anywhere I sit, I'll feel him.

He's everywhere.

I think that is how the human brain thinks when a person develops an attraction towards someone. Yes, I am or either I am denying the fact that I'm quite attracted to him.

Just quite.

I mean he can be kind of sweet for a second then completely cold the next hour and that makes him actually quite mysteriously intimidating. Most of the times it somewhat makes me wonder what's on his mind if he hears my name being mentioned, or when I'm around him or if I'm somewhere near him.

I can quickly tell if a guy is attracted to me and it's really easy to distinguish. But when it comes to Nick, he definitely does not belong into that category at all. Which is why I'm trying so hard to do the best that I can to find out a reason on how on earth will I be able to stop whatever this thing that I feel every single time I'm around him or he's near me cos he will never notice me.

Nick turns on the radio, and Tracy was already lying her seat back with her feet up on the dash. But my mind can't stop thinking about how awkward it's going to be if Tracy's gonna to sleep the entire drive. I think he's still mad at me.

I glance at Nick, and he's busy adjusting his rearview mirror while his eyes briefly meets mine. "You're comfortable back there?" he asks.

"Yep." I say.

He turns on the engine and looks straight ahead to the road, while I look back down at my lap where my fingers were resting.

Probably thirty or forty minutes pass, the movement of the car is making my head hurt again and Tracy was already sleeping on her seat. I wanted to ask Nick where we were going but then I remembered he doesn't like questions so I just shut it up. I also wanted to make a conversation with him so I won't at least get bored, but I just don't know if he even wants to talk after the conversation we had a while ago.

So I just slowly readjusted myself in the backseat, massaging my temples as I lean my head back while propping my feet up on the console between Nick and Tracy. He glances at me in the rearview mirror cos of my movement and he holds his stare at me for no longer than three seconds, then looks back at the road. We've both been quiet and no one has been starting to talk. Well we don't have anything to talk about anyways so it's better if we just be quiet.

I have no idea what's going through his head right now and I hate it. I hate it cos I can't read him. I don't know if he's mad at me for what I asked, though I wanna know what I did wrong that made him look at me like I did something terribly terminal. I don't even know if he still wants to talk to me too. I don't know why he always change his attitude towards me right away. I'm so curious about Catherine as well cos their past is so mysterious to me.

But the thing that I really really dislike about Nick is that he never smiles more than five times a week. I don't think that's even normal. I think Nick Wilde is abnormal.

A person who never smiles isn't normal right?

He never laughs as much too. He's so stoic and solidly hard as stone. Plus, he doesn't flirt.

God what's wrong with him? I thought.

It's like his face keeps a strong metallic armor between his impassive expression, around his cold heart and extends to the rest of us.

I really want to know so bad all the thoughts that pass through Nick's head behind that unwavering, stoic and blank expression on him.

I hate it.

really really

be honest but I've always been a total sucker for the quiet types. Not the weirdo ones but you know the intelligent, gentleman and the man of a few words kind. I find it intimidating when a man is mysterious, since most guys I know talks too much, and it's annoying

then I think that's him. That's Nick. But no matter how I try to hate him, he's still sexy as hell and it's frustrating me

at him in the rearview mirror though. I don't know why I was doing it. Maybe I was trying to figure him out. I know it's weird but

my fingers. I feel a little embarrassed when he catches me staring at him. And this is so childish. But that mirror feels like it has

my window. Just one more look. One more look. I thought to

I look back into the mirror again, so

back down

Shit.

It's hard for me not to look longer

to be the longest drive of my entire life. Well maybe cos Nick is here that's why I'm thinking it's long and my subconscious mind keeps on telling me that Nick and I being in a place with small

Why dreadful?

and my mind reading ability on Nick is bugging me every single time he looks at me briefly. God I wish

him. I pulled out my phone and kept

Damn it.

So does he.

cos this was just too cute. And I'm a little amused by whatever

He smiles, too.

Oh god.

He.

Just.

Freaking.

Smiled.

most beautiful and the most natural gorgeous smile I've ever seen on Nick's face since the first time I saw him. It was a smile that pushes up into his eyes cos he's trying to hide it. The way his eyes got chinky and the way those crinkles around them is appearing. God it

can't stop staring at it. Oh god, I want to take a photo of it before it disappears again, before he gets all moody again, before he gets all stoic and hard to understand again. But that would be

a while ago and now he's smiling cos we caught ourselves staring at each other every

a nearby gas station? I really have to pee."

He says

mirror. I really didn't want to pee but I just needed a different air. Not that it was smelly inside the car, but I feel like my heart

two different beverages. He wants me to choose between the coke and the other is juice. I shake my head. He picks another drink, it was Sprite. I

so choosy."

You're buying some drinks." I said, picking up a bottled

only to buy

course, it has

the cashier while I grab

mother." He

I might say something else that'll make him even mad at me. He sounds like he's in a good mood. I don't want to ruin this good mood he's in. He paid for the drinks but I paid for the junk

chewing on the junk

think of myself that I was rapping good. I was killing the song, I tell you, even my hands were

thought you had issues about classic RnB

me? It's

a sudden he lowers his arm for it to rest on the console, but my feet are in his way. I push myself up, "Oh. Sorry," I say, as I begin