"Okay, Mom." Warren joked as he stood from the bed to walk back his closet.

He grabbed one of the water bottles he had stashed, opening it and setting it on top of his dresser. He popped open each bottle, taking one from each and swallowing them down with the water.

"Ready to go?" Warren asked, closing the bottles and grabbing his hoodie. Nathan nodded before standing from the bed. Warren led the two out of his room, turning to lock the door. "Are you sure you don't want me to pay?" Nathan asked as he waited for Warren.

Warren turned around and waved Nathan off. "Oh no, Mr. Rich-Boy. I'll pay. Just as long as you drive, my car is probably shit compared to your's." Warren winked before he headed to the stairs with Nathan behind him.

Nathan raised an eyebrow, genuinely confused. "Really? You're sure?" Nathan asked again.

Warren stopped walking to turn around and nod aggressively, holding the side of his head right after. "That was a bad idea…" He said giving a small laugh, the blow to the head earlier continuing to make his world tilt. He steadied himself, smirking. "Was that an answer enough for you? It seems your ears aren't working very well."

Nathan shook his head. "Okay okay. I get it."

Warren knew that a lot of other people were only nice to Nathan because he had money. If he wanted to be close to Nathan, he needed him to trust him. He wanted to be friends with Nathan, not his money.

When the two got outside the sun was just starting to set, the breeze picking up and nipping at their faces. "Good thing I brought this." Warren stated, referring to his hoodie. Nathan just stuck his hands in his pocket, looking around. The quad was completely dead. No one in sight.

"Shit." Warren cursed under his breath. Nathan heard him, turning to see what was wrong. Warren was in an awkward position, his hair a mess from pulling the hoodie over his head. "What's wrong?" Nathan asked, trying his best to sound uninterested.

Warren half smiled, embarrassed. "Well, you see…" Warren started wincing as he tried to push his arm through. "I thought I could put this thing on but I can't lift my arm up high enough to get my arm through the sleeve." Warren informed sheepishly.

"And?" Nathan asked, watching as Warren struggled. Warren gave Nathan puppy dog eyes, causing Nathan to sigh. Nathan took his hands out of his pockets, reaching under Warren's hoodie with one hand to gingerly lift his right arm, using his other hand to pull the bottom of the hoodie to help his arm slide in.

"Ah, fuck." Warren cursed, practically whispering into Nathan's ear with how close they were. Nathan bit the inside of his cheek at the sound of Warren's voice before successfully shoving his arm through the sleeve. Warren sighed, adjusting his long sleeve underneath the hoodie. "Thanks…" Warren said quietly once he realized their closeness.

Nathan only shook his head, putting on his best poker face. "Let's just hurry, I don't like the cold." Nathan huffed. Warren nodded, smiling. Nathan just shook his head again before they headed to the parking lot.

"This is your truck?" Warren asked once Nathan hit the button on his keys to unlock the doors to his Red Chevy Silverado. "I've always seen it here, but I never knew who's it was." Warren stated as Nathan walked around the truck. Warren waited for Nathan to get on his side before he opened the door. It was a bit of a climb to get into the seat, but he was able to make it up without a problem, closing the door behind him.

It was super nice inside, with tan leather seats and a beautiful stereo. No doubt he probably had amazing speakers and woofer system to match. Nathan climbed in right after him, sitting back in the seat with his eyes screwed shut. He over reached his right arm, causing his ribs to creak with pain. Warren looked over him, concerned. "Are—

"I'm fine." Nathan interrupted; reaching over to slam his door closed and put on his seat belt. Warren bit his lip. He has been asking that a lot today, Nathan was probably starting to get annoyed. Nathan slid the key into the ignition and started up his truck, the engine roaring to life before dying down to a low rumble.

Nathan opened up the middle console, pulling out a thick CD case. "Here, pick a CD if you want. I think Gorillaz is in there right now." Nathan said handing Warren the case. Warren took it, eyes wide at the size of the case. Nathan gave a cocky smirk to Warren's reaction as he pushed the button on the stereo causing Kids with Guns to spill quietly from the speakers. Nathan made sure Warren was buckled up before reversing from his spot and driving out of the parking lot.

Warren unzipped the holy CD case as Nathan drove towards town. There was just enough light outside from the setting sun to help him to read the CDs. Warren realized that Nathan had a very diverse music taste. From RadioHead to Bring Me The Horizon, Nathan's CDs pretty much touched every genre. When Warren finally reached the last page, he saw it. His all time favorite.

"Is it okay if I...?" Warren asked, reaching for the eject button. Nathan had one hand gripping the top of the steering wheel, the other messing with the scab on his lip. He glanced over to Warren, "Which one are you putting in?" He asked, taking his hand from his mouth.

Warren carefully removed the CD from the plastic cover, holding the disc up to Nathan. Nathan smirked, giving a nod of approval. Warren smiled, pressing the eject button to release Demon Days and input his selection. There was a small silence but Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes filled the space between the two.

Warren smirked, nodding his head to the music as he turned up the volume slightly. Nathan couldn't help the amused look that took over his features. But then Warren stilled completely. He gripped the side of his head, scrunching his eyes shut.

Nathan turned the stereo back down, glancing between Warren and the road. He didn't look too great, and it'd suck big time if Warren puked in his truck.

"I did it again." Warren laughed breathlessly as his head dropped back against the headrest. Nathan nodded his head in understanding, "You got too excited." He pointed out. Warren frowned, he was right, again. "Do you want to lie down? There's a handle to recline the seat on the side." Nathan said as he changed the song to The Hardest Button to Button. "No, I'm okay." Warren said, turning his body sideways to face Nathan.

Nathan ignored him for the most part, focusing on the road instead of the pair of eyes watching him. After a good 5 minutes of silence, when Nathan glanced back at Warren, he had his eyes closed. "Warren." Nathan said, reaching over to pat his shoulder, being careful not to swerve. Warren sat up right away, "Are we there yet?" He asked, looking out the window. Nathan fought his urge to chuckle at how Warren's hair stuck up on one side, "Don't fall asleep."

Warren rubbed his eyes with his fists, yawning. "Yeah yeah I know. This is way harder than I thought." Warren said as he sat up straighter. "You better not fall asleep on the way back. You're holding the pizza and I don't want it to end up all over the floor." Nathan warned. "I'll stay awake as long as you talk to me." Warren smirked. Nathan could feel the dread in the pit of his stomach. He wasn't too good at conversations, especially when he knows nothing about the boy next to him. What would he talk about?

Nathan slowed once he reached the pizza place, pulling up to the curb and parking before turning the truck off. They seemed to be pretty busy, and the thought of going in there with so many people made him anxious.

"I'm going to stay here. Too many people for my liking."