Before Nathan Woke Up...
Warren opened his door, trying to keep a good grip on Nathan so he doesn't hit him against a wall nor drop him on the floor. Even though a part of him wants to let it happen so badly, his will just wouldn't let him. A deep sigh escapes with a faint chuckle as his imagination runs wild of how it would turn out if he did drop him or hit him against things, but he did feel bad as he imagined such scenes. Once they entered his room, Warren lied Nathan on his couch as he soon stumbled back in his bed trying to catch his breath. He closed his eyes for a few minutes before sitting up, staring at the passed out teen.
"Man... for a guy your size, I thought you'd be lighter." Warren chuckled, "What the hell am I doing...?" He covered his face with his hands, sliding his hands down his face as he looked back over at the teen in front of him.
Warren was in shock he saw a vulnerable Nathan lying across from him. His breathing was even. His posture looked comfortable. Everything about his sleeping form looked as though those were the only times he was at peace. His head facing the ceiling. His body lying flat on the sofa. One arm resting on his stomach while the other lied right against his side. He looked like he was finally at ease. Something Warren never witnessed before, which is what left him with amazement of seeing someone that's usually angry, sociopathic, sometimes even seen murderous, just lie across from him appearing so... innocent.
"I seriously wonder what made him like this..." Warren stared at Nathan for a bit before getting up to get ready to head to class. The brown haired boy was about to walk out, but stopped after hearing a faint 'no' come from Nathan's lips.
"No... stop... I'm sorry..." Nathan mumbled, his expression changing into the look of fear, "I didn't..."
Warren jolted by the words leaving Nathan's lips. He was about to wake him up from what he presumed was a nightmare, but he felt if he did it would cause nothing, but death to himself. So he just slowly walked up to Nathan and sat beside him. Warren felt slight pain when seeing Nathan in such an unpleasant position in his life. The adolescent hoped if he listened to what Nathan kept mumbling, it would help him understand just even a little of what he's going through, but the things he said didn't give him enough clues on what's really troubling this teen.
"Why am I doing this...?" Warren sighed as he looked down at the floor, resting his hands on the back of his neck.
"Please... forgive... me..." Nathan mumbled, suddenly pulling lightly on Warrens shirt.
"Huh...?" Warren jolted by the sudden words and touch which made him look back at the adolescent who was still asleep, "Did he just..."
The timid teen was baffled on how to respond to it. He knew Nathan was saying it to someone in his dream, but just hearing him plead for forgiveness is something he never expected to hear from him. As Warren sat there with befuddle, he decided to try something. He put all faith into hoping this would reach through to the teen. He grabbed hold of Nathan's hand and once he did, he saw him jolt slightly, but a look of ease slowly appeared. Then he tried the next thing, hoping it will get through as well.
"I forgive you..." He began, "Everything will be okay... I forgive you... and so will everyone else."
Warren squeezed Nathan's hand lightly and placed it back on his chest, praying it got through to the teen. He noticed that Nathan looked like he was finally at ease again. He chuckled faintly as he got up. Warren was still weary from his mind and emotions playing passback of what to do, but he tried to keep in mind to take one step at a time. He headed towards the door and looked behind at Nathan one more time before heading to class.
After School...
The teen attended school undetected from the girls he's been trying to avoid lately, "I hope Nathan got up and left my room..." Warren sighed, heading back to his dorm, "I hope he didn't trash it either..." He chuckled, betting Nathan did.
Warren opened the door and peeked through the crack, slowly walking in his own room with caution. He didn't see an unconcious Nathan on his couch so he was relieved enough to walk in calmly. Though once he walked inside, he tensed up immidiately, noticing a half naked Nathan lying on his bed. Without a second thought, he slammed his door, breathing heavily out of anxiousness.
"Why the hell is he still here and on my bed?!" Warren questioned himself, "Damn it..."
Warren knew what he had to do and he knew the consequences. He walked over to Nathan, hesitant of placing a hand on the teen to wake him up, but how else could he? He built up his courage to wake up the knocked out adolescent and tensed up. Nothing happened. He tried again and again, but still, nothing happened. The teen wouldn't wake up. Warren tried to then at least remove him from his bed, but he didn't want to touch him, so he tried to lightly kick him off the bed by placing his feet on Nathan's brief's. He wouldn't budge. Warren used all his might, but no results. Warren then tried to tug Nathan off his bed by the wrist, but he ended up stumbling back. The adolescent felt like Nathan was a full bag of bricks to which his annoyance increased to the point of leading him to resignation.
"Why did I do this...?" Warren asked himself again, "Are you punishing me Eistein? What did I ever do to end up in a situation like this? Did I make mistakes in science? Did I forget something in an experiment? What did I ever do?" He groaned as his annoyance led him to feeling drowsy to the point of falling back on his bed, lying beside Nathan, not thinking twice of what could possibly happen once waking up.
Present Time...
Warren entered first period, still dazed by his emotional reaction towards Nathan's faint smile. The saddened look in his azure colored eyes. His stance looking as though all of his energy was drained. And his pale pink lips curling up faintly. The adolescent didn't understand how that expression hit him in a way he has never felt before. As several minutes passed, the sound of the bell ringing woke him up from his trance. The teen noticed the class was full, but still missing one student, and that of course being Nathan Prescott. A sigh escaped Warren's lips as he opened his binder, preparing for today's notes and setting aside his materials.
As Ms. Grant turned on her projector a student walked in, grabbing everyone's attention, leading to sudden gasps. Warren looked up from his notebook, wondering what the fuss was about and noticed someone sitting beside him. Warrens eyes opened widely by surprise, seeing his lab partner actually be in class. The beginning of class as a matter of fact.
Nathan rested his elbows on the table, clasping his hands together, placing his chin on his thumbs while his fingers shielded his lips and his legs on the sides of the stool, one leg shaking. He looked at the front, ignoring everyone's gaze, but peeked to the side as the projection turned on. The adolescent chuckled lightly after looking at a shocked Warren. He didn't understand why he found amusement toward the timid teens reaction, but just the sight of Warrens expression appeared to be priceless to Nathan.
The timid teen cleared his throat, "Heh... amazed to see you here, Prescott." Warren adjusted his posture into his original sitting position as he whispered to Nathan.
"You and me both, Graham... you and me both..." Nathan shook his head lightly, a faint chuckle escaping his lips.
Warren examined the teen that sat beside him, noticing he still wasn't doing so well, but at least better than before. Nathan's appearance looked a little disheveled, but the timid teen knew he had his reasons. His light brown hair slightly messy, some parts sticking up, looking as though he just slapped the gel in his hair. His Navy blue eyes making him look drowsy as though he hasn't slept for days. His light pink lips looking chapped. His clothes looking as though he just threw whatever was near.
Warren was still concerned of Nathan's conditions after seeing his face suddenly turn pale. Nathan closed his eyes while his hand turned into a tight fist, covering his mouth as though showing signs of holding in an urge to barf. The timid teen grabbed out his water bottle and handed it over to Nathan while still paying attention to the lecture. The adolescents both looked at each other, a perplexed look reappearing on Nathan's while a faint grin appeared on Warrens. A chuckle left both of their lips as the day continued onwards...
A few months passed and the two teens became more acquainted than they expected. Warren tried to dodge the girls pestering him even though he wanted to hang out with Max so badly while Nathan continued to help, well, more like forced to help his dad and teacher. As their time together continued to pass they felt they were becoming friends. Something no one, even them, expected to ever happen. Though their friendship did not last that long...
"Hey, Graham." Nathan walked into the lab after school, meeting up with Warren to check out the finishing touches, "How's it coming along? Need anything else for the project?"
"It's going better than I expected." He chuckled lightly, "I just need to adjust some of the materials and I think it'd be all set for next week." He grinned from ear to ear.
Nathan watched Warren finish the project, not even noticing he was practically gawking at him. As the adolescent was lost in thought of how things led up to this whole unexpected friendship, he was broken from the trance and brought back to the present as Warren waved his hand in front of him.
"Hey, everything okay?" Warren questioned, concerned.
"Hm? Oh. Yeah. Um... everything's fine." Nathan chuckled faintly, "Everything set?"
"Yep! All that's left is to test it." Warren pressed buttons, turning on the small machine.
"What exactly is it anyway?" Nathan asked with a weird feeling in his gut.
"It's a small machine that could help re-energize people." Warren began, "It's like an electric shock wave that can boost up your energy like you've slept a good eight to ten hours. It can help boost up your mood whenever down. And... it can help boost up your confidence whenever wanting to do something you felt you could never do." Warren spoke lowly, a feeling of self-pity wavering passed him, "To say it briefly, it's something that will help your emotions balance each other out."
"So... something that will practically cure mental illnesses...?" Nathan looked at Warren, his brows furrowed.
"Exactly." He smiled, "Something like that."
"Okay... so how does it work?" Nathan placed his hand on the metal ballshaped machine, "Ah! Christ! What the fuck was that?" He withdrew his hand fast, shaking his hand to cool off the burning heatwave he felt.
"Sorry I warned you too late." The timid teen rubbed his neck, "I just have to press this button to have it cool down for a bit then press the one next to it to start up the shockwave."
"Shockwave? Do you mean if I place my hand on this again it'll shock me?" The adolescent asked, confused, "Sometimes I don't get you..." He laughed a bit, shaking his head, "So... this shock better not hurt."
"It won't cause any painful effects, I promise." Warren laughed, "It'll just be one small shock that will send wavelengths through your body to tense then relax your muscles and wake up your brain cells to be more up and about to help notice your surroundings and even yourself."
"Huh... okay..." Nathan still didn't understand the main purpose, but he shrugged it off and awaited for the signal to try it out.
"Alright, you ready?" Warren looked over at him, ecstatic.
"It better not electrocute me." Nathan glared, though not as angrily as usual, "You know what? You touch it, too."
"What? Why? Aren't you the te-nevermind..." Warren stopped after seeing a familiar glare he hasn't seen for awhile appear across Nathan's face, "Okay... on three."
"Just get on with it already." Nathan growled, his patience reaching zero, "Three..." The adolescent grabbed Warrens wrist and pulled it down, their hands touching it in sync.
Within less than a few seconds flat, there was a big light flashing through the whole classroom, blinding both of them as a huge shock hits their hands, making the adolescents stumble back, falling to the floor.
"Ah... Christ... Graham! I thought you said it wouldn't hurt!" Nathan clenched his pained hand preparing to look up with his usual deathly stare.
Warren coughed, waving the smoke away from him, clenching his hand, too, "I'm sorry, I thought- Wh-What the fuck...?" Warren tensed up after looking in front of him, "Prescott...? Why... what... what the fuck happened?!"
"Huh...? WHAT?!" Nathan tensed up, freaking out, "What the hell is going on...?" He could barely spit out those words, "What the fuck did you do, Gayram?! Why are you me?!"
"Why are you me?!" Warren asked in turn.
"What?!" Nathan looked in the mirror that was in front, "How? Why? What the fuck is going on?!"
The two teens went straight into a severe panic attack after seeing something they hoped was just one. Fucking. Nightmare...