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A/N: Thank you to my reviewer, Charli, I didn't think I'd ever get one! I thought no one was gonna read & review it. Thanks!
Did Nathan have his own apartment when Karen was in Italy? Meh, he does now.
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Nathan puffed away at a joint. He could feel the smoke surrounding him setting down a layer of carelessness over him. In his mind he could hear the yells of disapproval from his mother, his dad, his teachers and everyone who had told him not to smoke. All those voices screamed in his head, but only one stuck out, the most silent calm and disappointed of them all, Haley's voice.
"How could you Nathan?" she asked, gently shaking her head with her arms crossed. "How could you?"
Brushing her away Nathan took another drag at it. "Isn't it great Nate?" Drew asked with a couple other guys laughing at the rhyme.
It wasn't funny, but Nathan laughed along feeling a vibe of acceptance between him and the other guys. Taking his newfound friend, then shooting out the leftovers, Nathan watched as colors began to mix in with sounds. Tim's deep laugh sounded like the crackling of a fire. Looking around Nathan was getting scared, the other people's faces were turning different colors and whenever they talked Nathan saw a strange red and green mist flowing from their mouths.
"I gotta go." He said stumbling off his seat on a milk crate. Using the couch, Nathan pulled himself to standing position. Everything around him, began to spin slowly at first then getting faster and faster. Nathan gripped the couch as tightly as he could as he kept his eyes shut.
"Nate, you okay?" Tim asked. Nathan shook his head and fell to the ground.
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When he finally opened his eyes, everything had stopped turning. A small brown bird was pecking at the side of his face. "Where am I?" He asked rubbing the side of his head. "Tim?" he asked as he walked over to his friend, sprawled across the couch.
Tim woke up with a startle as he stared at Nathan who was still shaking him. "Where are we?" Nathan asked still feeling disoriented.
"At Drew's." Tim said obviously before setting his head back on the couch.
"What day is it?" Nathan asked pulling his friend up to eye level.
Tim sighed then looked down at his watch. "It's sat, Saturday. Now leave me alone, my face hurts. Jake throws a good punch."
The scene from the other night came back to Nathan. They were convincing Jake to smoke, he got angry then eventually so much that he hit Tim. Nathan laughed a little remembering the look on Tim's face.
"Yeah may be funny to you, but wait till you get 'im mad."
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Nathan made his way through the bright weekend streets, finding his to his apartment. The sun shined extra bright that morning, and making it worse the light bounced off different parts of his car, blinding him every so often.
When he finally got to his apartment, Nathan parked the car and took the elevator up. He leaned against the walls as he walked slowly down the hallway. Arriving at his door he leaned on the cold wood and struggled with they key.
"Damn key..." he hissed at it. Finally the door was opened for him, from the other side. Nathan staggered into his apartment, crashing into Dan.
"You left it open." Dan said answering the question Nathan wore on his tired face. "Where were you all night?" He asked getting angry.
Thinking fast, Nathan argued, "I was here ALL night, I just went out for a walk. And what are you doing in my apartment anyway?"
"That doesn't matter. You're lying to me! Haley called Deb asking if you were there because she couldn't reach you. Then Deb called me asking if you were there."
Nathan rolled his at his father. "Fine, I crashed at Tim's place." He said lying. Dan walked around his son, shaking his head.
"You know you're just pathetic. I can read your face like an open book and you smell like smoke." Nathan eyes looked away. "I know what you're doing, and if you don't stop I'll tell Haley too."
Nathan laughed at him. He was being so immature; that couldn't threaten Nathan. But it was Haley, and she didn't need to know. Hell, Dan would probably just tell Haley to get Nathan angry.
Nathan grimaced angrily at Dan. "Don't even think about telling her." He warned his father. Dan laughed at his son, who seemed to be growing more fury by the moment. Nathan walked in closer to his father, until their faces were only inches apart. Nathan drew back his fist and launched it with a great force. His punch landed just below Dan's right eye and the man stumbled back and wiped blood from his face.
Dan eyed up his son maliciously. "You have no idea what you just got yourself into."
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