Personal Narrative Fiction

After seeing Nico like that, all shaken up, it was hard to get to sleep. I knew he was lying about the reason that he couldn’t sleep, but I figured it was personal, and I didn’t want to pry. Well, anymore than I usually do. He didn’t really like to talk about himself, our conversations were normally just me talking and assuming that he was tuning me out.
But I wanted to hear him talk, hear him talk about himself. I wanted to know all about him, ask him questions, get to know him, but I had picked up that his past was a sensitive subject. The fact that he had come to me yesterday after his nightmares made me feel kind of special, but I knew that it was probably a coincidence. Well, I would talk to him tomorrow.
I woke up the next morning still tired from studying so late the night before. I had classes in the afternoon today, so I got dressed and went out for breakfast. I went to go see Lou Ellen at the ice cream parlor, she had told me that she was working today.

She smiled when she saw me, and leaned on the counter.
“Thank goodness you’re here! No one in their right mind eats ice cream for breakfast! No offense,” she complained as I ordered my ice cream and sat down at one of the small, pink tables. Everything in here was so colorful, the chairs were beanbags and the yellow walls made the room look happy. That sounds weird, a room being happy, but hey, this is a ice cream and candy shop, how much happier can you get? Even Nico seemed happy when we were in