44. Nick

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Nick begins eating in the dining hall with Pete and Candace, in an effort to get to know them. The concern that Candace showed when she thought he was sick actually made an impression on him. And it turns out that they have more in common than Nick would have guessed.

Candace is also a pre-law major, so they study together when they can. The classes are more overwhelming than Nick would have guessed, but Candace's superb organizational skills have begun to rub off on him, which helps.

The three of them never talk about anything too personal. Nick hasn't told them about his home life, or Bailey, but it's nice to feel like he's back in the land of the living.

Ian calls him one evening when the three of them are studying at the library. Nick walks outside to answer the call. "Hello?"

"Nick! What's up?"

"Um...nothing." Ian sounds very...excited? Distracted? Unfocused?

"That's cool, that's cool. Guess what, man?"


"I got a motorcycle!"

"What the fuck? Why?"

"My roommate drives one, and its fucking badass, dude. He's teaching me to drive and I'm taking my test this weekend." He's talking very quickly.


"It will save me so much on gas."

"Ian..." Nick's tone becomes more stern.

"And chicks fucking love it."


"Whoa. What!?"

"Have you been taking your pills?"

There is a pause. "Fuck."

He knew it. "I can tell, dude."

Nick has always been able to talk to Ian about his disorder openly. There's never has been and never will be any judgement, and Ian knows that.

"Yeah. I think just with everything going on, I don't think I have been. Fuck. Thank you, really. I hadn't even noticed. But I swear, that has nothing to do with the bike. I've been working on this for weeks."

Nick chuckles, "I believe you. You've always been a dumbass."

Candace walks out onto the steps where he is standing. He turns to her. "I think we're going to eat, you coming?"

"Are you with a girl?" Ian asks over the phone.

Nick nods to Candace and she turns back inside, probably to get their books. "Yeah, but not like that. I gotta go though, man, I'm going to call you later, okay? Make sure you take your pill."

"I will as soon as I get home, thanks man. I'm waiting to talk to my professor right now. I think I'll call Bailey since you're too busy getting laid."

Nick rolls his eyes despite the ache he feels at the mention of Bailey's name.

Ian continues, "I'll try to sound more coherent with her though. She always worries so much."

"Just set a reminder on your phone or something from now on," Nick suggests.

"Now you're starting to sound like her. But yeah, I will. See ya, man."

Nick hangs up. It's ridiculous that even the mention of her name can have this effect on him. Now he has no desire to go eat with Pete and Candace, or do his homework, or breathe.

Nick's on the balcony of a very old, very large house. It actually kind of reminds him of Bee's house, only with a beer bong in the living room and no hidden basement closet—at least that he knows about.

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