A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Keep 'em coming!
She's got you high and you don't even know yet
She's got you high and you don't even know yet
It's the search for the time before it leaves without you
Have you lost your mind or has she taken all of yours too?
"Why d'you give Simon so much grief? Just leave 'im alone, yeah?"
"I'm just screwin' around."
"Well it's not screwin' around to 'im, is it? There's stuff goin' on wif him."
While Nathan did enjoy messing with Simon (the kid made it so easy to) he also respected Kelly for sticking up for him. She was different than Alisha or Curtis (or Nathan); she didn't call him "freak" or "weird kid". She refused to conform to their standards and Nathan loved it. But he couldn't let her know that. "Do you love him?"
She hit him. He knew she would hit him. She always hits him. He pretended that it bothered him, bantered with her some more. He loved talking to her, he always has—she didn't put up with anything he dished out. It was oddly exhilarating, he thought, to have someone who saw through his shit.
He was acting so differently around her—he'd never looked at anyone like he looked at her. She could get him to say things he wouldn't tell his mother. She affected him more than anyone ever had. His head was dizzy if he spent too much time with her, but the feeling was addictive. He said some stupid, stupid stuff when he was with her; stuff that he wouldn't say were he with, say, Barry. Where did his reasoning—did she steal it? Is that why her boobs were so big—they held all man's logical thinking.
It was like he was drunk by simply being around her. And if this was true, he thought, then, to continue the metaphor, he was an alcoholic.
