After paying the bill he couldn't have gotten out of there quicker. He glanced at his phone as he drove back the Blackwell. He forgot to respond to Warren again.

Nathan: Yeah well, don't expect me to use those very often.

He read over the text again, making sure he didn't make any mistakes while he was driving. Once he decided it was okay, he sent it.

When Warren had finally texted back, Nathan had just got done parking.

Warren: What are you doing? :o

Whilst waiting for Nathan's text Warren finished cleaning his room. It hadn't been too long since he last cleaned it so there wasn't too much stuff to put back into place. Now he lay on his bed again, bored out of his mind.

Nathan: Just got back to Blackwell.

Warren lifted his head up and looked around his room. He could invite Nathan over again.

It's a school night… I don't think I should.

He glanced back at his phone, biting the inside of his cheek.

Warren: Are you busy?

Nathan eyed the text as he exited the parking lot.

Nathan: Why?

Warren heart beat picked up at the sight of Nathan's text. Why did he chose now of all times to suddenly get nervous?

Well, I was going to ask if maybe you wanted to come over again.

Warren thought of how to respond.

Maybe I should just leave him alone…

Nathan waited patiently for Warren's text, his phone in hand as he walked down the sidewalk towards the dorms. He eyed his bedroom window as the building came into view, the thought of relaxing causing him to quicken his pace.

Warren: Would you like to come over again?

Nathan waited until he got to the stairwell to open Warren's text. He stopped before he began to climb them.

Nathan thought of what it would be like to get high with Warren. Would he smoke with him if he asked? No, Warren seemed like too much of a nerd to smoke weed. But then again, Nathan could be wrong. You'd be surprised how many people look innocent but are actually pretty wild.

He seemed to ponder the idea before texting back.

Nathan: How about you come over to my room

He made his way up the stairs as he thought of the fun the other boy might bring to the party. Not only the fun, but just the sheer curiosity of seeing Warren fucked up was what won him over.

Warren was shocked when he read the message from Nathan.

Nathan was right outside his door when Warren had texted back. He looked over his shoulder at the other's door. The light was on underneath.

Warren: Yeah that sounds fun, what time? :)

Nathan unlocked and entered his room, stripping of his jacket and shirt before replying.

Nathan: In an hour or so?

After sending the text, Nathan turned on his projector and his computer, selecting Bob's Burgers off of his Recently Watched section on Netflix.

Warren felt his excitement build inside him as he read Nathan's text.

Warren: Yeah I'll be right over!

Nathan: Okay then. I'll keep my door unlocked.

And with that Nathan set his phone down, going around his room and cleaning up the small mess he had made in the past couple of days.

He wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was really excited to see Warren. Something about the boy makes him feel like he's normal. Like he can sit back and relax without worrying about Warren telling anybody about their time together.

When Nathan cried in front of Warren he expected Warren to laugh at him, to run out of the room screaming "Nathan's a cry baby bitch boy" or something. But Warren hugged him instead, and it made Nathan feel a hell of a lot better. Nathan thinks about that every now and then and it never fails to make his face hot.

Nathan shook his head, realizing that his thoughts had drifted towards the brunette across the hall.

After looking around his room one last time and deciding it was good enough, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off his legs. He gathered his clothes and threw them in the hamper before finding his basketball shorts and slipping them on. He decided to stay shirtless as he started setting up for the fun night ahead of them.

Meanwhile Warren was freaking out.

Oh shit, I have to get dressed! Wait no, we're just hanging out in his room. Comfortable clothes should be okay, right?

Warren thought as he looked back and forth between his closet and the clothes he wore.

There was a vibration from his phone and his heart raced as he rushed to pick it up. He was surprised to see that it wasn't Nathan, but Max texting him.

Max ^.^ : Hey, Warren! Mind coming over to my room in a bit? c:

Any other time he would practically run to the girl, but now he was hesitating.

What about Nathan?

Warren genuinely didn't know what to do.

Warren: Yeah I'll be there in a sec :)

He sighed, rereading his text before going into Nathan's text thread.

Warren: Actually I might be a little late, is that okay? I have to take care of something.

Nathan had just got finished setting out all of the goodies for the night when he heard he phone vibrate on his bed side table. He walked over and unlocked his phone, reading the text. He sighed, eyeing the beauties calling out to him across the room. He doesn't know if he'll be able to wait for Warren, but he'll try.

Nathan: Yeah, that's fine. But I won't wait long, so take care of whatever it is fast.

Warren gave a sigh of relief, shoving his phone into his sweat's pocket and sliding his feet into his slippers. He shut his door softly behind him before walking down the hallway to the stairs. Once down the stairs he was as quiet as possible making his way to Max's room. Once he got there he used their secret knock, which wasn't really a knock, more like him just shaking the door handle, she opened it immediately, "Come in, hurry." Max said as she pulled him into her room, looking up and down the hall before closing her door.

"What's up?" Warren asked Max as she walked around him to sit on her bed and pull her laptop into her lap. "Did you find any information on Nathan's father?" She asked, looking up from her screen as she waited for an answer.

"Well not really…" He thought of what Trevor and Justin told him, and what Nathan had confessed to him in the school's hallway. "Just that he's a total dick." That abuses his son to a point that now he's deathly afraid of his father finding out anything that might tarnish his reputation.

Warren decided to leave that part out. Nathan might have only told him that stuff because he was angry, but he also said he felt like he could trust Warren. What kind of a person would he be if he told everyone his personal business?

"Why do you need info on him anyways?" Warren asked as he walked closer to Max as she typed vigorously on the laptop's keyboard. "We're going to get that son of a bitch." Was all she said, her eyes never leaving the screen.

Warren's eyebrows knitted together. "Who? Nathan or his dad?" Max stopped typing, looking up at Warren. "Sean Prescott." Warren was still confused, "What did he do to you?" Max reached over and turned on her bedside lamp, the light from outside was becoming too dim for her to see Warren's face.

"It's not what he did to me; it's what he did to Chloe. That ass-hat is going to kick her and her family out of their house. We tried getting Nathan to do something about it countless times, but he would ignore us every time we tried to talk to him. Chloe even tried blackmailing him but the fucker pulled out a gun the last time we said anything to him, even you saw that." Warren thought back. Max had no clue the gun was fake. He was sure that Chloe had picked it up once Warren finished beating him, what happened to it?

"What is Nathan supposed to do about it? It isn't his fault his father is a prick." Max looked at Warren with a bewildered expression, "Are you defending him?" Warren realized that he was in fact, defending him. He felt his cheeks heat up as he bashfully looked at the floor. Thankfully Max changed the subject.

"Listen, Warren. We have to stop that son of a bitch. Chloe and I grew up in that house! That's pretty much the only thing she has to remember her dad by. We have to…" Max trailed on and Warren could tell she was going to cry.

"Hey, shh shhh" Warren comforted as he sat next to her on her bed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "I'm sure there's something we can do." Max looked up at Warren with pleading, tear filled eyes. "That's the thing. There's nothing we can do." Max said before she began to sob, turning and crying into Warren's shoulder.

Warren hugged her as she sobbed, trying his best to comfort her. He's never held her like this before and his heart was pounding in his chest. He was sure she could hear it, but she never said anything. Eventually she calmed down and moved away from him.

"Thank you, Warren. You're a great friend."