Okay, so I can't find any freaking Nathanix shipping fanfics, so I'm doin my own even though I'm an awful writer! Also, in this story Nathaniel has metathesiohobia, which is a fear of change. Okay, Let's begin!

"Marc, this is un-animatable!" Nathaniel had just finished reading Marc's latest comic strip, and it completely lacked any and all detail, making it impossible to draw.

"Well, you always complain about how restrictive the art teacher is, so I thought you would enjoy having a bit of freedom..." Marc looked nervous and uncertain, but then again that's how he always looks.

"Look Marc, if you could just add a-"

"No!" Marc interupted Nathaniel mid sentence.

"You always want more, more, more out of my writing, but the second I add a drop of detail you complain about how you don't have any freedom!"

This conversation lasted about ten minuets before Nathaniel stormed out of the room to go find Alix.

=20 min time skip hehehe=

Alix skated around Nathaniel as he recounted his conversation with Marc.

"This is just so unlike him!" Nathaniel continued with his rant "he's always written the same way, why the sudden change?!"

Nathaniel stood up and slammed his hand down on the desk in front of him. He and Alix where once again in their secret hideout, which way acctually just an abondond classroom that nobody ever uses anymore.

"Woah, metathesiophobia much?" Alix skated over to where the tomato-headed boy and rested a hand on his shoulder. "Do you think that Marc is maybe just becoming more confident?"

Nathaniel was utterly confused (and quiet frankly oblivious.) "why would being mire confident make him change his mind?" Alix facepalmed. Loudly.

"Isn't it obvious?" Alix taunted, Nathaniel as confused as ever. "He has never liked writing in strictly dialogue bag, but he also doesn't like giving so much detail that the story gets lost."

Traitor. "Oh, so now your taking his side!" Nathaniels face was as red as his hair.

"May, you and Marc work so well together! It'd be a shame to get rid of that over one measly fight!" She sounded confident, but Alix was slowing her skates to slowly roll her backwards.

"NO! First Marc, now you! THE ENTIRE FREAING WORLD is againsed me!" Nathaniel stormed towards to exit, but was stopped by Alix at the doorway. She was scared of her friends new violent attitude, but didn't back down.

"No nat, listen to me-" Alix was completely unprepared when a strong arm slapped her againsed the wall, and she immediately fall to her knees.

"Nat..." Alix voice was shakey, and she was starting to grow dizzy. she hoped with all her might that Nathaniel waitperson come into the room, say somthing akward, and help her to her feet. He never came, and she blacked out a few minutes later.