Nathan was the first to try to calm down as he noticed the sun was beginning to set. "Hm?" He looked up, a groan escaping, "Shit..." He looked down, trying to catch himself from losing it even further, "Warren?" He looked over, seeing he was still spazzing out, "Hey! Dumbass!" He snapped his fingers in front of him, "Wake up! We'll have to figure out more about this later. I gotta head over to the diner soon if you want this chance to actually happen." He pointed ahead, starting up his truck.
What is there we could do to keep us from reading each others mind? Warren pondered, trying to figure out how to avoid more chaos.
It's useless to think, Warren... Nathan sighed, Damn it all to hell... The teen sighed deeply, resting his elbow against the window, trying to calm himself down.
"No shit, Sherlock..." Warren whispered, rolling his eyes as he looked away.
"What the fuck did you just say, dip shit?" Nathan glared over, still trying to focus on the road.
"N-Nothing..." Warren tensed up after realizing what he mumbled, "This is so fucking annoying... What the hell is there we could do about this?"
"Don't be asking me, Einstein." Nathan growled, still irritated by this whole mess, "You're the one with the answers, not me." He rested his head against the head rest, sighing deeply after parking his truck, "What a fucking nightmare..." He rubbed the back of his head, trying to think clearly. "Come up with any ideas?" Nathan peeked over.
"We could put foiling paper on our heads and see if it'll keep us from reading each others mind?" Warren laughed, nudging. "You know? Like the movie Signs?"
Nathan glanced over, shaking his head with a scoff, "Shut up..." He groaned, closing his eyes, trying to rid the headache by rubbing his temples.
"Ah, geez... nng what the...?" Warren felt a sudden piercing pain in his mind.
"Something wrong, Graham?" Nathan peeked over.
"N-No... it's... it's nothing." He shook his head, trying to clear his mind, Could it be from his sudden migraine? Warren thought, looking over at him.
What are you talking about, Warren? He looked over, clueless and curious on what he could be talking about.
Try to... try to think of something irritating. Something that could lead you to having a headache. Warren looked at him.
What kind of question is that? Are you stupid? Nathan glared.
Warren groaned, slight irritation from Nathan's statement and his possible correction suddenly getting him.
Nng... what the fucking hell?! Nathan released a frustrated growl, grabbing hold of his head, Are you fucking serious?! Is this what you were talking about, Graham?!
Ha! So I was right! Warren let out a laugh without thinking.
You damn bastard! Nathan was about to grab the collar of his shirt, but his phone went off, "Shit..." He backed away, startled, Please tell me it's not my phone this time...? The teen panicked, looking at his pants, seeing his phone light up and vibrating, "Shit, shit, SHIT!" He slammed on his steering wheel.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Warren rolled his eyes with a groan once hearing his own phone going off a ring after.
"Answer it. Now!" Nathan grabbed his phone and pinned it against Warren's ear.
"H-Hello?" Warren jolted by surprise and discomfort, "Y-Yeah? What? WHY?!" He said with frustration, "I-I... I can't do that now!" He growled, "Are you fucking serious?! Why her?! Haven't you already dealt with her?!" Warren rose his voice over the phone, "You got to be fucking kidding me!" He hit the dashboard, hanging up, wanting to throw the phone out the window. "Damn it all to hell..." He sighed out.
"What the fuck, Warren?" Nathan was in deep concern after he spoke without having the ability to acknowledge what just happened over the phone, "What happened?"
"They're wanting... they're wanting Max instead..." He looked over, pained.
"What...?" He groaned, irritation beginning to stir, "What exactly did they say?"
"Answer my phone... it's your turn to take your part now..." Warren said, pointing at his own phone that still went off.
"Not until you tell me what he told you." Nathan bickered back.
Warren sighed deeply, "Your dad said they're wanting Max by this weekend..." He looked over, conflicted. "He said you're needing to throw a party this weekend. He'll grab all the necessary supplies for you to throw it and he'll give you the right amount of dose from the drugs you bought." He rested his arms on the dashboard, trying to catch his breath by the cause of disbelief. "How long... How long has this been going on and why?" Warren looked at him with disgust, "How could youhave the ability to be a part of this?"
"I don't have any ability to do this, Warren!" He cried out, "I... Like I said before, this has happened for about three, almost four years..." He looked down, gripping on the steering wheel, "I never had a say in this. I never wanted to take part in this sick and twisted thing they find amusing. I never... Ever since that day with Sam... I can never look myself in the mirror..." He shut his eyes tightly, trying hold back tears he has kept holding in for the past few years. Why the hell are these tears spilling out this year? Why so many fucking times!? He wiped his tears on one sleeve, looking away from Warren. Hm...? He was taken aback once smelling a familiar fragment.
"Nathan... please tell me what the hell is going on! I can't help you until you tell me the whole story of when, why, and how this all happened." Warren said, not even noticing Nathan's confused expression.
The other teen gave a look of bewilderment, trying to process a faintly familiar smell. What the hell...?
"What? What's going on with you, Nathan?" Warren finally noticed his look of confusion.
"Will...?" Nathan looked over at him, "Oh, God... please tell me you don't go by a nickname of Will." He rolled his eyes, hating this day even more now. "First Twitch, then Sam, then this unbelievable body swap and now a possibility of this? What the ever living fuck..." He hung his head, resting his hands on the back of hid neck before looking up at the ceiling.
"What's wrong?" Warren looked at him, confused, "And... I don't--"
"Oh, thank God--" Nathan cut in.
"Not ever since I was a kid." Warren added.
"For fuck's sake!" Nathan closed his eyes tightly, slamming his hand on the steering wheel before opening the door and slamming it behind him.
"Wha--!? What's gotten into you all of a sudden?!" Warren popped his head out the window.
"Nothing!" Nathan waved his hand in the air, heading towards the diner without going further into the conversation about Max.
Christ... Nathan growled, clenching his hands tightly in his pockets.
The uncomfortable teen stormed into the diner and headed straight to the restroom to think things over. He hoped not to be heard physically and mentally by Warren as his mind brought back some childhood memories.
"You got to be fucking kidding me..." Nathan sighed deeply, entering the farthest stall to sit and organize his tangled up thoughts. He breathed in the scent from the sleeve again, hoping it was all just in his head, but once it entered through his nose... it was exactly what he smelt when he was a kid.
Several Years Ago...
"Nathan!" Someone called out, "Ooooh, Naaaaate!" The person continued.
The young boy hid behind several bushed, trying to stifle his giggles.
"Nathan Joshua Prescott! You come out this instant!" The person laughed gently, searching around for him, "I'll count to three. If I don't see you by then, I'm going to have to tickle you to death once I find you!"
"Uh-oh..." Nathan felt he was in a pickle.
He didn't want to get caught or he'd lose the game, but he also didn't want to suffer through his sister's tickling wrath. A sigh escaped as he was about to hold up his hands as he was close to surrendering. But before he could even walk out of the bushes, his mouth was covered and he was pulled back down instantly.
"Mmph?!" Nathan muffled, startled.
"Shh! Even if you do surrender she'd still most likely tickle you and you'll definitely lose!" The person whispered, placing his index finger against his lips.
Nathan was irritated by the sudden holding back, yet the smell of sweets entered his nose which eased him instantly. He was lost in the scent that he almost forgot he was in another person's hold. After coming back to his senses he panicked a little again.
Nathan wiggled himself out of the other kids hold. "Who the heck are you!?" The kid asked.
"Oh..." The other kid laughed, exposing his missing teeth that looked like they were beginning to grow, "The name's Will." The kid finally introduced himself, "Well, it's a nickname, but yeah, call me Will. What's yours?" He questioned.
"N-Nate..." He answered cautiously.
"Oh! Crud! she's coming!" Will grabbed Nate's hand and dragged him along without any say, "Run!" The kid laughed with a huge grin and he led the way.
"There you are!" Nate's sister called out, "I'm gonna get ya!" She yelled out, chasing after them playfully. "Oooh, I have another prey to tickle, too!"
"Oh, no! Run or else she'll get us!" Warren laughed out, still holding onto Nathan's hand.
Nathan was a little confused on how to feel right now. Should he be upset that the boy joined in without permission? Happy that it feels he made a friend? Annoyed that he's still holding onto his hand? Either way, he followed his lead, ignoring all the thoughts that crossed his mind, throwing it out the window and continued to play with the unfamiliar boy.
Present Time...
"Please tell me this is all just a mistake..." Nathan whispered, grasping his head out of fear and frustration. "What kind of memories are these anyway!?" He asked himself, angrily.
"Nate...?" Warren suddenly appeared, peeking from above, speechless.
"Will...?" Nathan looked above, shaking his head by the cause of anger and fear.