It's back! The sequel to Just Give Me Time. It might not be my most popular story, but I love Naitlyn so it's happening. This is chapter one and I know it launched straight into the story but this is about their sixth draft and all of the others started off so slowly that I fell asleep just writing them.

Enjoy :)

Thunder was rolling around the city. Every crash echoed off of the glass windows and magnified itself for the inhabitants to hear. Most people had gone home. Everybody sensible had at least found shelter. At ten o'clock at night in the middle of a vicious storm, there were very few people roaming the streets.
One of the very rare exceptions to this rule could be found parked down a little side road in the outskirts of the city centre. To any spectators, he would look slightly crazy, thumping and swearing at his car in the middle of a storm, but then, none of those spectators would know what had happened to the man in the past twenty four hours.

Since he had awoken yesterday morning, nothing had gone right for the man. First of all, the hotel he had been staying at had been unable to register his credit card, he had been forced to charge the payment to his parents, who had given him their card in case of emergencies. This, coupled with the sixteen girls who took it upon themselves to chase him around the airport for half an hour, had caused him to miss his plane. The next flight had left six hours later and he had spent that time sitting in the various tacky coffee shops, desperately trying to explain the situation to his brothers over the phone and then contacting his parents before they saw the money on their credit card and panicked.

When he had finally made it onto the plane, he found himself squashed in between the window and a hugely fat man who snored and dribbled from the moment the plane took off to the second before it landed. When he had made it off of the plane, he discovered that his luggage, two suitcases of clothes, had been put on the wrong plane. Disgruntled, exhausted and now missing his luggage, the young man had picked up the car he had parked in the airport car park almost a month ago very angrily indeed.

Driving towards the centre of the city with only his wallet, phone and sour mood, he had discovered what was, at that time, a few drops of rain. Within the hour, the torrential downpour, deafening thunder and jagged lighting had descended. It was at this point that his phone had died out and his car had decided to stutter to a stop.

All in all, Nate Grey thought it fair to say that he was having a crap day.

Giving his car one last kick, he growled and turned away. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and shook it angrily but the screen didn't even flicker. If anything, he was making matters worse.

"Okay, it's not the end of the world." He told himself, speaking out loud. People were unlikely to be around to hear in this weather and even if they were, he was pretty sure he had just cause to talk to himself after the day he was having. "You're Nate Grey, for crying out loud. All you've gotta do is find the nearest apartment and they'll let you use your phone. Yeah, that's right."

Smiling grimly, Nate turned away from his car, not bothering to lock it. There was nothing in it except for a pair of sodden socks he had taken off minutes beforehand. If anybody wanted them, they were welcome. He was pretty sure there was an umbrella kicking around in there somewhere, too, but he was already soaked to the skin so he didn't see much point in fishing it out.

Nate had not even made it to the end of the road when he came across a doorway. There was a single button to the left of the door ad he pressed it, hoping that somebody would answer quickly. He was freezing.

Instead of the voice out of the little speaker that he had been expecting to hear, the door was flung open, mere seconds after the buzz had finished.

"What do you want?"

The speaker was a young woman, no older than Nate himself. She was illuminated only by a faint light glowing some distance behind her, turning her deep red hair into a dancing flame every time she twitched her head. Judging by the way she was dressed in formfitting, black clothes, she was getting ready to go out.

"My car broke down, just up the street and my phone's flat and I was wondering if I could-."

"You're Nate Grey."

She said it in such a hostile way that Nate raised his eyebrows. Nobody had ever reacted to his presence in that way before. He had been greeted by screaming girls, fainting girls, crying girls, girls that were unaffected, but never had he been greeted by such a furious person. Or at least, not since he had last seen her, the girl he refused to think about any more.

The girl was still speaking. "I don't know what you're doing here, but you can go somewhere else to do it. You're fine with buggering off when you're promised fame and fortune, leaving everybody you know behind, forgetting about the people you know, yet you expect to be able to come back here and do whatever you like."

"I just wanted to make a phone call!" He protested, holding up his hands. The girl shrugged.

"Well you're not making it here."

Before Nate could say anything else, a shout from behind the girl had them both distracted.

"Who's at the door, Willow?"

The voice was oddly familiar. He frowned as he tried to lean to one side and look around the redhead, a girl apparently named Willow. There was something about that voice, something that told him he should recognise it. He knew instantly that he had heard that voice very recently and quite probably every day of his life for the past several years, yet he had no idea who it was. The speaker was a girl, that much he could tell, but the only girl he had been around every day for the past few years should currently be sitting in a posh hotel room four miles away.

"Come see for yourself."

Willow stepped to one side, flicking a light switch and illuminating the hallway. Nate blinked at the bright area in front of him for several seconds.

"Nate? What are you doing here?" His jaw dropped.

It was Mitchie. Mitchie was striding up the hallway, eyeing him suspiciously. She was holding her phone in one hand and a piece of paper in the other, frowning.

"I was going to met up with Jason and Shane and my car broke down so-"

Mitchie interrupted him. "How long have you been standing out there? Jesus, you'll die if you get any wetter. Willow, let him inside."

"Mitch, I don't think-."

"Just for two minutes. If I call Jase then he can be here to pick Nate up before you even realise it."

"Are you sure?"

Nate frowned. What exactly did this Willow character have against him? He hadn't knowingly caused her any harm and he hadn't deliberately offended her. Why was she so defensive against him? She wasn't familiar and he was pretty sure that he would remember somebody like her. She had dark red hair, sharp grey eyes and incredibly pale skin, giving her the appearance of somebody who had no patience with the world at all.

Mitchie was already on the phone, waving Nate inside. Willow reluctantly stepped aside and allowed him through the door, slamming it shut behind him and glaring at him each time he took a step. Nate quickly got the picture and stopped a few feet away from the door.

"Hey Jase." Mitchie smiled the soft smile that she always wore when her Jason was mentioned. Nate had become used to that smile over the past seven years.

Ever since the first time Jason had worked up the nerve to ask Mitchie out, that smile had been a central point in all three of the brothers' lives. Over the past seven years, it had become more and more common for Shane and Nate to see Mitchie wandering around the house they shared with their brother, wearing that same smile. Then, when Jason had finally asked her to marry him six months prior, the smile had become permanent. Nate rarely saw any other expression on her face these days.

"No, nothing's wrong at all. It's just that... well, Nate's here. Yes, Nate. His car happened to break down outside and I was wondering if you could come- well that's good. I'll see you in five minutes then? I love you." Mitchie flipped her phone shut. "Don't make yourself at home, Nate. Jason says he'll be here as fast as he can. When he gets here, you go straight out to him, okay? No dawdling, for any reason at all."

"Yes mam." When had Mitchie become so demanding?

There was several seconds of awkward silence. Willow and Mitchie seemed to be having a silent conversation, equipped with just nods and shakes of their heads. Nate finally cleared his throat, pulling the attention of the two females back to him.

"So what're you doing here Mitchie? I thought you were getting ready for the party at the hotel with Jason."

"I'm going to go and... call my boyfriend." Willow said in a low voice.

"You don't have a boyfriend, Will." Mitchie reminded her. Nate chuckled.

"You think it's funny that I don't have boyfriend, Nate?" Willow turned towards him with a murderous expression. "You think it's funny that I'm not in a serious relationship at the moment? At least I'm not afraid of finding love, unlike-." She broke of and gasped, her eyes betraying that she had let too much slip. Muttering curse words under her breath, Willow exited the room as fast as she could.

Mitchie threw Nate an apologetic glance. "Sorry about her. She really doesn't like you."

"I noticed. When you see her, tell her I'm sorry for whatever I did to upset her."

"Yeah, well she has her reasons."

Leaving the conversation on that awkward note didn't settle well with Nate. He licked his lips and repeated his earlier question. "Why are you here again?"

Mitchie looked down at the piece of paper she was still clutching in one hand. "I was all for getting ready at the hotel like I'd planned, when Willow turned up. She's a... an old friend that I hadn't heard from in years and I found her contact details when I was writing out the invites. I decided to invite her to the engagement party and if she accepted, I would invite her to the wedding. When she didn't respond, I assumed I had the wrong address, but apparently not because she turned up three hours ago. We decided to get ready here and catch up, where you- you boys," she corrected herself. "Couldn't disturb us."

"Oh. That's cool."

The two were saved from yet another break in the conversation by a knock at the door. Mitchie gave a high pitched squeal and ran towards it, flinging it open and leaping into the arms of her fiancée.

"I missed you!" She said, burying her face in his neck. Jason muttered something in her ear in return and she pulled away to slap him playfully, her cheeks a deep crimson.

"Hey Jase," Nate mumbled, waving half-heartedly at his older brother. Jason grinned grimly at him.

"Come on then Nate. We've got to get going before... well just before."

"Before what?" Nate asked curiously. He received no reply, Mitchie and Jason were kissing each other goodbye. "Come on, bro. I have no clothes, I need to borrow some of yours if you want me to look presentable tonight."

Several long seconds later, Jason pulled away from Mitchie, swooping down to press a kiss to the silver ring on her left hand before following his brother out into the storm. Jason had had the sense to wear a waterproof coat and therefore made it across the street to where he had parked his car without getting a drop of water on his shirt. Nate, on the other hand, trailed along behind him, leaving a line in the stream running down the side of the pavement.

Jason had left the heat on inside his car and Nate felt it hit him almost before he was inside. It was a relief to be in such a comfortable, warm and dry area after the day he had lived through.

As soon as Nate had secured his seatbelt, Jason slammed his foot down on the accelerator, forcing the car forwards with such force that Nate's head was jerked backwards. The car skidded around the corner and up several more roads before Jason slowed down, sighing and glancing around almost nervously.

"Jason, what the hell?" Nate almost yelled, his eyes wide and his hands gripping the side of his chair for support. He didn't get a response. Jason was focused entirely on the road, ignoring any comment his younger sibling might have on his erratic driving from seconds before.

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For the third time in half an hour, a knock sounded on Willow's front door. Standing impatiently in the hallway behind it, Mitchie gave a small scream. She muffled it with her own hands and waved Willow forward excitedly.

The redhead opened the door with a wide smile on her face, grinning at the girl standing on her doorstep.

"Hey." The girl frowned at Willow's outfit. "I thought we were staying in! If I'd known we were going out then I would have taken more care in what I was wearing."

The girl gestured to the jeans and jumper she was wearing. She definitely wasn't ready to go out to the same degree that Willow was. She was sopping wet, standing under an old black umbrella.

"Yeah, well you don't need to worry about your outfit." Willow took a deep breath. "Cait, I've got a surprise for you."

Willow opened the door all the way, revealing the grinning brunette standing inside.

"Caitlyn!"

The girl in question froze entirely. Her face paled further than it had ever paled before and the smile she had been bearing immediately dropped. She looked absolutely petrified.

"Mitchie?"

Without the notes, it's exactly three pages long. In case you hadn't picked up on the fact, it's set seven years after the original. I'm sorry it's been a month since the last chapter but I wanted to get it just right, launch back into it in a way that I would be excited to write for as well as a way that would get people interested.

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