I know I do quite a lot of writing from Warren's POV (point of view) so I thought I'll start with Nathan's instead. Though I still end up writing loads from Warren's. If you're alright with that, cool! If you're not, sorry. Just tell me via review or PM what you guys want and I'll try and do that for my next chapter.

Disclaimer: All movies mentioned in this fic are NOT real, they originate from the back of my brain.

Just a quick warning, this chapter includes quite a lot of dialogue, so, yeah.

Enjoy!

For Pavneet and Joy


Nathan's POV

After many moments of staggering across the dorms' corridor, the two boys finally reached Warren's room. One part of Nathan was happy at the fact that he was getting help but the other part of him was annoyed that this nerd was going to be sorting him out. Warren held the door of his room open for him and helped him inside, onto his bed. Warren closed the door then locked it. Once Nathan was sat upon the comfy mattress, he realised that the first aid kit had been in the corner of the room, next to Warren's bed the whole time.

"Hold on," he heard Warren say. "I just need to find this thing."

He did an awkward chuckle and then turned around to start his search. Nathan decided not to say anything yet, just for the fun of it, and stifled a laugh as he watched Warren frantically look around the room. A few seconds passed, and then he spoke up.

"Warren."

Warren stopped looking and turned around to face him.

"Yeah?

Nathan didn't do anything but point at the floor on the right side of Warren's bed. Warren followed his finger, and Nathan smirked once he saw the look of surprise and annoyance that suddenly appeared on his face.

"Oh fuck. How the hell did I not see that?!"

Nathan chuckled as Warren walked over to his bed and bent down to pick up the green box where all the supplies were that would supposedly fix him. "Like anything could fucking fix me and my problems." He thought to himself. He threw his eyes in Warren's direction and saw him standing there with the first aid kit in his hands.

"Ok. Let's do this."

Warren's POV

Warren walked over to where Nathan had placed himself on the bed and sat down beside him.

"Do you want any music or anything?"

Nathan gave him a puzzled look.

"Ya know, to keep your mind off things?"

Nathan's face filled with realisation and then nodded his head.

"Nice! What song?"

Strangely, Nathan started to avoid eye contact with him and started to turn red. Warren wasn't really sure why, though. Did he like songs that normally a girl would like? Or was it something else? Still, he gave him time to answer. And eventually, he did.

"Uhhh… this might seem a bit strange but….." He paused.

"Go on." Warren encouraged.

"Can you put on whale song?" Nathan mumbled.

"What?"

Nathan's face became red once again and quickly said,

"Just forget it, I know it's really stupid and you probably think I'm fucking weird now and-"

"No, no, no, it's absolutely fine!" Warren cut in. "It just took me by surprise, that's all. That's actually pretty cool!"

"Really?"

"Really."

And once the word left his mouth, Warren got up to the bed, connected his phone to his hi-fi and then quickly went on Youtube. He searched up 'whale song playlist' and went on the first playlist he could find. The sound of whales erupted through the room as Warren walked back towards the bed and sat down beside Nathan (personally, Warren thought the whales sounded kinda weird but of course he wasn't gonna say that, especially if it was something that was going to help Nathan).

He grabbed the first aid kit that lay on his bed and opened it. He analysed all of the contents, them said to Nathan,

"Dr. Graham is in the house!"

He picked up a cotton ball and put a few drops of disinfectant onto it.

"Ok, so this thing should help the cuts but it's gonna sting a little."

Nathan faced him and then Warren slowly spread the cotton ball across his face, trying his best to put as little pressure as he could, making sure it didn't hurt him too much. Nathan slightly winced and kept his eyes looking up at the ceiling as Warren began to wipe his chin. Then his forehead. Then his cheeks. And soon, the disinfectant had been applied all over Nathan's face. Warren gave a smile and then said to him,

"Alright! All done!"

Nathan sighed in relief then began to lift himself from the bed but Warren grabbed his wrist, restricting him from leaving. Nathan glared at Warren and snapped at him.

"Yeah,yeah, you've fucking helped me. Nobody gives a shit. I ain't gonna stay with you forever, am I?"

"Not even a thank you?" Warren thought.

"Yeah, ummm…. I know, but… I'm not fully done."

Nathan pulled his wrist away from Warren's grip and grumbled,

"I don't think I'm going deaf, so I'm pretty sure I heard you say, 'all done' just a few seconds ago."

Warren looked at his feet that he started to kick against the bed he was still sat upon.

"I know but…..is there anywhere else that is injured that's ummm..,,"

Warrens face turned the same colour as Nathan's jacket. Nathan rolled his eyes and started to tap his shoes on the floor impatiently.

"That's not your face?" he whispered, but it was just loud enough for Nathan to hear.

Nathan frowned.

"Maybe. Maybe not. Even if there is, you're not doing shit to them. I'm not gonna fucking strip for you, Graham."

By now, Warren had turned so red you could barely even make out his dark,brown eyes. He walked over to his hi-fi, switched off the whale song and then returned back to his bed.

"Oh umm….okay."

"Can I go now?" Nathan said with a sign of annoyance in his voice, not actually waiting for an answer as he swiftly turned around to leave.

Now, Warren wasn't sure if this was going to be a smart idea or not. He wanted to ask Nathan something that he would probably receive him a punch in the face as his response. "You only get one shot at everything,right?"

"Actually, Nathan?"

Nathan had already reached the door and his hand was on the door handle. He turned his face around ever so slowly and threw one of the meanest and scariest glares Warren had ever seen. "Damn." he thought to himself. "If looks could kill."

"Holy shit , what do you want now?"

Warren took a deep breath, tried to think positive thoughts and asked the one question that could either go horribly wrong or wonderfully right.

"Actually, do you wanna…uhhh…..stay?"

"What?"

"I don't know, I just thought you might want a little bit of company before you went to bed. We could watch a movie or something. I know you're probably really tired, but you can sleep any time you want."

Warren held his breath and absolutely couldn't believe it when the look on Nathan's face looked like it had some genuine interest on the thought. "Please, please, please?!" Warren pleaded in his mind. Nathan let go of the door handle and rolled his eyes.

"Fine." he grumbled and started to make his way towards him. "What shit movie are we gonna watch then?"

"You decide."

"Ok…" Nathan said and he walked over to a few of Warren's shelves and started to look for DVDs.

"Oh Nathan? I don't have any DVDs by the way." Warren mentioned.

"So whateverthefuck do you use to watch movies then?"

Warren got up from his bed, where he had been sitting for absolute ages, and walked over to his desk. He picked up his green USB that was placed upon it and waved it at Nathan,

"With this baby." he smirked.

Nathan rolled his eyes again, ("This guy's eyes are going to fall out by tomorrow," Warren thought to himself) moved away from the shelves and sat back down on Warren's bed, watching him plug in the USB and carry the laptop over. He sat down and placed the laptop on the bed, making sure to also put one of his hard-covered study books underneath it.

"The fuck do you need that for?" Nathan asked.

"Well, overheating can be caused by lack of ventilation under the laptop. It can also, did you know, be caused by accumulation of dust inside the laptop. That is what fans can be used for when they expel-"

"Ok, ok, shut the fuck up. I don't want your nerdgasm all over me. English please."

Warren sighed and chuckled to himself.

"It stops the laptop from getting too hot."

Nathan smirked and got comfortable on the bed, lying down on his stomach. Warren did the same.

"So why the fuck didn't you say that before?"

"Well, the English language consists of-"

"If you finish that sentence, I will rip off your fucking mouth with my bare hands, shred it up like it's fucking paper, and feed it to the fish in the sea."

That got Warren to shut up.

Now it was Nathan's turn to smirk.

"Cat's got your tongue?"

Warren grinned and replied with a shake of his head.

"Now." he said. "What movie do you wanna watch?" and slid the laptop (with the book underneath it) in front of Nathan. Nathan used the mouse pad to look through the collection of movies that he had.

"Damn. The Final Two, Blood and Bones, you've got good taste."

"Why wouldn't I? I am a nerd, after all. And nerds have good taste in everything. Maybe apart from clothes, though."

Nathan smirked. "You can say that again."

"And nerds have good-"

Nathan quickly cut him off. "Not literally, dumbass."

Warren laughed and then the room turned to silence as Nathan was browsing through the movies that were available.

"A-ha!"

Warren jumped in shock; the sudden noise from Nathan had surprised him, since they had been silent for so long.

"Spill." he heard Nathan say. Warren gave him a look of utter confusion and wondered what on Earth he was talking about.

"Spill what?"

"Spill your fucking brains out of your head."

Warren had never been so perplexed, especially after that Science project he did with the potassium and sodium – which he was yet to complete.

"What?"

Nathan rolled his eyes, again, and muttered,

"I don't know how the fuck you have your 4.0 GPA.. The fucking movie, you dickhead."

Then suddenly, it all clicked in place.

"Ohhhhhhhhh. Spill! The one about the chickens and how they took over the-"

"Graham, shut the fuck up! I haven't watched it yet."

"Soree."

Nathan rolled his eyes (how are his eyes not stuck yet?) and clicked on the movie. Warren quickly jumped out of bed, turned off the lights, then returned to his previous position, laying on his stomach, next to Nathan on the bed.

Nathan's POV

The movie was just below two hours long, but soon after the first half an hour, Warren had fallen asleep. Nathan thought it was absolutely adorable because he was sleeping on his shoulder and snoring like a baby. Nathan never realised how cute Warren looked while he was asleep, and chuckled to himself once he saw Warren's bed hair spread all over his face and his slightly parted lips that he oh so wanted to kiss…..wait what? Kiss? What was he thinking? He didn't want to kiss Warren! He literally just met the guy! Yeah, he saved his life a few times, but it didn't mean he wanted to kiss him. He wasn't even that attractive….ok, Nathan had to admit Warren was kinda cute but that was it! Nothing else but…kinda cute. He wasn't a fag. He quickly composed himself and paused the movie that had been continuously playing in the background. He let out a deep sigh and looked down to his side to see Warren still peacefully sleeping. He did want Warren to have a good sleep and he knew himself, from experience, that sleeping like that with his neck in that position was really going to hurt once he woke up; however, he thought it was so sweet the way Warren's head was leaning on his shoulder. He didn't want to give him pain once he awoke, but at the same time, he wanted to stay in the moment for a little while. So he spent the next few minutes laying on the bed, Warren by his side, still leaning on him, asleep, and with closed eyes. But he knew he couldn't stay like that forever or else it would be considered just creepy. Before Warren could wake up and get freaked out, he lightly shook his arm, attempting to arise him from his slumber. And he was successful. Warren made a noise which Nathan assumed was of annoyance, and slowly opened his eyes, yawning and lifting his head off of Nathan.

"Wha…when did I fall asleep?" he mumbled, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

"You ended up sleeping not even halfway through the movie, dimwit."

Warren's POV

Warren had no idea when and how he had fallen asleep. He wasn't even tired! Well, he was now. And you can never watch a movie while being tired, or else you'll just fall asleep without even knowing it. And in his case, you'll fall asleep twice( or maybe even three times if you want to be risky). So unfortunately, it was bed-time for him.

"Ughh….. I think I'm gonna crash."

Nathan rolled his eyes(ok this was getting too much, he could already imagine Nathan's eyes falling out of their sockets) and muttered,

" I thought you nerds never got fucking tired 'cause of the never-ending studying that you shitheads do."

" I don't think that's how it works Nathan, prior studies pointed towards adenosine as a trigger for sleep pressure-"

"Oh my fucking god,Graham!"

"Ok, ok, I'll shut up! Anyway, do you wanna sleep here? For company, right? No homo by the way."

Then for some reason, Nathan burst into laughter, but in the coolest way he had ever seen. His hands in his varsity's pockets, letting out a laugh that showed off his pearly white teeth. It turned him on.' Stupid teenage hormones.' he thought to himself. However, Nathan's voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

"No homo? Ha! What are you, eight?"

"What's wrong with saying that? I just wanted to let you know that I'm not gonna try anything, ya know?"

'Or are you…?' said that one voice in the back of his head.

"Graham, of course you're not gonna fucking do that. If you did, I've rip your fucking head off."

"Yeah ,yeah. So umm….do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Wanna sleep here?"

He held his breath. He didn't want to be giving out the wrong message.

"Why the fuck not."

He let out an over dramatic gasp.

"Really?"

"Don't overdo it or else I'll be fucking out of here before you could say 'science'."

And with that, he walked over to the door and pulled it open. Wait what? Didn't he just say he was going to stay? He quickly shouted,

"Nathan! Where are you going?"

"What you think I'm going to sleep in this?"

Oh yeah, that made sense.

"Ohhhh, you're going to change."

"No shit."

"Just take some of my clothes, you can change in here."

Nathan chuckled. "No homo remember?" he mocked, and walked out of his room, strolling down the corridors like he owned the place. Well, technically he did since the Prescotts owned their dorms. Warren decided he would use this time to change himself. He took off his shirt and jeans and walked over to his cupboard to find some old pjs. He got out a matching t-shirt and shorts that had scientific equations all over them. He was just about to put them on when the door flung open and Nathan walked in, wearing a black t-shirt and black jogging bottoms. Immediately, Warren's face turned 50 shades of red.

"Oh, umm…I didn't know you were gonna come back so quickly."

Nathan's face was equally as red as Warren's.

"Yeah uhh….I guess I'm pretty quick….ummm…I'll go."

Although Warren was pretty much naked, he wasn't going to give up on Nathan that easily.

"No, no it's fine."

He put on the t-shirt and then continued.

"I'll be done in a sec. You can take my bed if you want. I can sleep on the couch."

He pulled on his shorts and grabbed one of the many pillows on his bed and threw it onto the couch.

"Are you sure, because that couch doesn't look that fuckin' comfy." he heard Nathan say, glancing at the quite small object.

"Yeah it's alright. It's quite hot anyway. It'll save me the struggle of tryna pull the covers off of myself without being too cold." He then let out a nervous chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

"Ok then, your loss."

He watched Nathan climb onto the bed and threw the duvet over himself. He then heard him say said seconds after,

"And I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, 'cause it's fucking cold."

Warren chuckled and made his way towards the couch. He lay upon it and closed his eyes.

"Good Night, Nathan."

"Fuck off."

Warren smiled to himself and soon…..he was fast asleep.

But not for long.

He could hear Crying. Sobbing. He couldn't tell if he was dreaming or not. He shot open his eyes to take a quick glance at his bed too see if Nathan was alright. And then he saw him. Nathan. Sobbing. Crying. And it was loud. So loud you would think that somebody had died. He was still quite tired but Nathan was more important than his own well being. He had made that decision a few hours ago. He leaped out of the couch and ran over to his bed.

"Nathan!"

He saw Nathan slowly lift his head, his tear-stained face pained.

"What's wrong?"

Nathan didn't respond. Warren wasn't sure what to do. He had never helped somebody like this who was older than him before. Calm and comforting words wouldn't help. Or would they? He remembered the countless times that day when he was helping Nathan feel better. What was he thinking? Of course he had done this before. With Nathan. That was exactly what he had done. Use calm and comforting words. 'So maybe it could work now.' He thought to himself. So that was what he was going to do.

"Hey Nathan, look at me."

When Nathan didn't do anything, he gently took his chin and raised it so the two of them were making eye contact, and then wiped a tear off of his face, just like he had done in the bathroom.

"I don't know what's wrong but you have to listen. Whatever it is, it's not worth crying for. You're Nathan freaking Prescott. The Nathan Prescott I know is strong. The Nathan Prescott I know is a leader. The Nathan Prescott I know isn't afraid of a damn thing. Yes, we all make mistakes and yes, we all have our own problems, but don't let them put you down."

He started to rub Nathan's arm, then wrapped his other arm across his shoulders.

"Nobody's perfect, though it may seem like some people are, but nobody is. Whatever you're upset about, try and forget about it. Try and put it in the very back of your mind where it will never be found again. If you come across it, try and put it back. Don't think about it, Nathan. Stay positive. I have many problems myself but I store them away and try not to think about them ever again. Why do you think I'm always so happy? It's because I throw my problems away where I will hopefully never find them later. There are some problems that need to be fixed and can't be forgotten about, I know. I've had those before. But even if they are important, try not to always have it on your mind. Make time for yourself. Have fun. Fix those problems later, That's what you need to do, Nathan. Whatever's bothering you, don't think about it. Because it will get better, Nathan. It will."

Warren had never given anybody that kind of pep talk before. He always saw it in the movies, but thought that if he ever tried himself, he wouldn't know what to say. But now he knew that it comes to you naturally, and is very encouraging for yourself and the person you are saying it to.

Nathan sniffed and wiped the tears off of his face.

"Thank you." He whispered.

It was barely loud enough for Warren to hear, but he heard it. He have Nathan a long hug, hoping to get his message across.

"I'm here for you, Nathan. You. Not your money. Not the drugs. Just you."

He let go of Nathan and said to him,

"Now get some sleep, alright?"

He was about to go back to the couch when he heard Nathan whisper once again.

"Warren?"

He turned around it face Nathan.

"Yeah?"

"Can you stay? Here, on the bed, with me?"

Warren couldn't believe it. Did Nathan trust him now? Or was he just going to be here today and gone the next? Either way, Warren knew what he was going to say.

"Of course."

Nathan got back under the duvet and Warren went under with him, staying quite close but also leaving enough space between them. The faced opposite ways and Warren was just about to drift off to sleep when he heard Nathan's voice.

"Good night, Warren."

"Good night."

And then he was asleep.