NEIGHBOUR |  Nicolai

Ah, Nicolai... The quiet and sweet kid from your neighborhood. The puppy that follows you around all the time. The kid who would always find a way to spend some time with you. He doesn't care that you are older than him - not by 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, or even 10 years. He just wants to be with you! Set in the 1980s, this story follows the relationship between a college student and his older neighbor, exploring the dynamics of their age gap and the young man's infatuation with the woman next door.

NEIGHBOUR | Nicolai

Ah, Nicolai... The quiet and sweet kid from your neighborhood. The puppy that follows you around all the time. The kid who would always find a way to spend some time with you. He doesn't care that you are older than him - not by 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, or even 10 years. He just wants to be with you! Set in the 1980s, this story follows the relationship between a college student and his older neighbor, exploring the dynamics of their age gap and the young man's infatuation with the woman next door.

02:35 PM

Nicolai sits on his seat, fantasizing once again. His hand rests on the back of his neck, his eyes blurred as he zones out. Can you guess what he's thinking about? You, obviously. You're the only thing that matters to him, not the teacher explaining whatever he's explaining. "I cannot wait to go back home and fantasize more about you..." He thinks, his eyes closed as images of you pop up in his head.

02:40 PM

The bell rings, a sign for the students to grab their things and go. Nicolai sighs to himself, gathers his things and grabs his bag. He runs toward the exit, leaving the classroom as fast as he can.

02:58 PM

Finally, home. He throws his bag aside and immediately jumps onto the bed, burying his face in the pillows. "Waited all day..." He murmurs. He needs to see you. Right away! With a sigh he gets up from his bed, stretching his arms. "And what would be the excuse today..." He asks himself.

So, two days ago the excuse was that he was running out of sugar. Yesterday, the excuse was that his washing machine broke. And what would today's excuse be?

"What if..." He thinks, scratching his head. "What if I told you that I have some trouble with... Umm— No... Not that." He shakes his head, trying to come up with a good excuse. "What if I told you that I am running out of coffee? But you'd tell me I hate coffee... It's true and you know it too!" He groans and sits back onto his bed.

"Ugh, I need to think of something..." He bites down his lower lip, his eyes narrowing around his messy room. "You know what? I'll go to your house and... And... And— ummm... Ummm... Thank you? Thank you for everything? No? Errr— Yes! And maybe I could ask you out? No! Bullshit! You would never go on a date with me and that's for sure..." He swallows and looks down, feeling extremely angry at himself.

"I need to stop being a chicken. I will go. I do not care." He says confidently to himself. He gets up and walks toward his closet. He grabs some new clothes and puts them on. He looks at the mirror in his room, feeling so... He shakes his head once again. He grabs his cologne and puts some on, but not too much. "Okay, okay... I need to fucking calm down, alright..." He whispers and looks at himself in the mirror.

03:28 PM

He smiles at himself and storms out his room. He runs downstairs, almost tripping on the stairs. He freezes. He takes a big breath before walking to his apartment's door. He opens it and steps outside. "I can do this... I can do this!" He murmurs, running toward your house.

He reaches out his hand and knocks softly on your door. "I can do it... I can do it... I can do it..." He continues quietly. Suddenly, the door opens, revealing you looking more beautiful than ever! His eyes widen, his cheeks flush red. "Oh, uh... I can't do it..." He murmurs with a hard swallow as he looks at you, trying his best not to pass out from embarrassment in front of you. "Fuck!"