Lazy Note: Hey there, Strangers. I am in dire need of episode 4. There's only so much that tumblr can give me. I mean, hardly anyone writes/draws GrahamScott and I have needs, yo. At least with Marren there is a fairly big group that ships them and I can get my fill of them when I need it. But, hardly anyone likes Nathan, much less wants to ship him with Warren.

What I'm saying is that not many people are shipping trash like me. :/

Enjoy!

Cursed for Life

by

xLazyxWriterx

Summary: Nathan and Warren try to steal Tobanga.

Rating: T

"Dude, can't we just stay in tonight?"

"Stop complaining."

"Seriously! This is a horrible idea! Do you wanna be cursed?"

"We're not gonna get cursed."

"Nathan, this isn't shit that you mess around with! These things are suppose to be sacred and spiritual and shit! Bad voodoo, man!"

"Hey, unbunch your panties, would'ja?"

When Warren had retired to the dorms for the night, he had planned on changing into a pair of sweats and marathoning Supernatural while relaxing in his brand new comforter. It was going to be a peaceful - well, as peaceful as watching several episodes of Supernatural can be - night and he was going to be oh so very warm and content. Hell, maybe when he was finished stressing over why Dean and Cas won't just hook the fuck up, he would curl up on his bed and finish reading Lord of the Flies. When he finished that, he would've drifted into his unconscious mind and let his body regain it's strength.

But, as soon as he entered the dorms, he spotted a certain red jacket standing by his door with a phone in hand. Nathan had pushed into Warren's room and settled on the bed, a mischievous smirk playing on his features. An uneasy feeling had overcome Warren then, and he had been afraid to ask. So, he didn't. He had set his bag and school books down before changing into a pair of sweats, Nathan's eyes on him the entire time but never actually saying anything. Warren had asked if he wanted to watch a movie, and Nathan just shook his head slowly, the smirk still stuck on his lips.

Then, Nathan had gotten up from the bed and sauntered over to Warren, eyes never breaking contact. Warren's pulse sped up as the sudden closeness of the other boy. Mischief and wickedness twinkled in his light blue eyes as he leaned over and whispered in Warren's ear, "Wanna do somethin' fun tonight...?"

Now, maybe it was because Warren was a hormonal eighteen-year-old boy, but stealing Tobanga wasn't exactly the first thought he had when he heard the word "fun."

Not even an hour later, here he was. Warren and Nathan walked through the campus of Blackwell Academy in the warm night. Nathan led the way since he knew the exact routes that the night guards took and which paths to avoid them, while Warren dragged his feet behind him. Warren had tried convincing Nathan that they could so something much more fun than stealing a goddam totem pole, but Nathan had shot him down.

"So, tell me, Nathan" Warren mumbled. "How does one exactly steal a totem pole?"

Nathan shrugged. "I dunno."

Warren's mouth dropped open slightly. "What do you mean you don't know?"

"We'll figure it out when we get there." Nathan replied simply, smirking back at Warren as they turned the corner towards the girls' dorm. Tobanga was in sight, and Warren sighed.

"Why the hell are we doing this?" Warren asked while rubbing at his neck. "What are you even gonna do with it?"

Nathan thought for a moment before answering, "Not sure. We could bring it to the pool and give the swim team a surprise."

Warren resisted slapping his forehead. "You mean to tell me that you got the bright idea to steal Tobanga, but you have no plan and no idea what you're going to do with it IF you get it out of the freakin' ground...?"

"Hey, lower your voice. You're gonna get us caught." Nathan shushed him as they reached the totem pole. They stared up at it, Nathan with a smirk and Warren with a frown. Warren wasn't sure about the history of the wooden art, but he knew that it has been here for practically forever. Though, he wasn't sure why it was called Tobanga. What really wanted to know was why the hell did Nathan want to steal it...? Of all things that he could steal - school trophies, pool equipment, Wells' bronze eagle or his ugly chair, Jefferson's photography equipment, stupid stuff from the girls' dorm - but no, he wanted to steal Tobanga.

Nathan kicked at the totem pole, and Warren had the urge to reach over and drag Nathan back to his room by his hair. Warren rubbed at his face, already feeling exhausted. "Ugh, why? Just why?" he grumbled.

Nathan chuckled beside him as he reached out and rubbed at Warren's shoulder. "Calm down, sugartits."

"Don't call me sugartits." Warren glared at Nathan, who was now laughing at him. "What is the purpose of this? What could you possibly gain from stealing this hunk o' wood? Y'know, besides being cursed and burning in hell." Warren crossed his arms over his chest, still glaring at the smirking boy in front of him. Nathan stepped up closer to him, nudging him with his elbow.

"Why, I get to spend time with you and your lovely personality." Nathan's tone was sarcastic and he rolled his eyes. Warren turned away from him, looking at the girls' dorm. The building was illuminated by the light posts, but it was still fairly dark where they were. At least, if someone were to look out there window they wouldn't immediately seem them, and that was good.

"Hey," Nathan leaned over and whispered in Warren's ear for the second time that night. "If you're good you might get a reward."

Warren snorted. "Sure, yeah, I'll help you steal Tobanga. Yeah, and when we're both being haunted by spirits, well, at least we'll have each other. But hey, in the end you will have the satisfaction of degrading such a wonderful artifact. Great. Awesome."

"Didn't I tell you to unbunch your panties? Am I gonna have to do it for you?" Nathan reached down and pulled at the waist band of Warren's sweats, letting it snap back against his hip. Warren felt his face flush, and his eyes narrowed at Nathan. "And since when were you so superstitious? I thought you were a man of science?"

Warren rolled his eyes. He just wanted to get this over with, and if he had to indulge Nathan, then so be it. He faced the towering pillar with a sour look. "Alright, genius, what's the plan? How are you going to get this thing out of the ground?"

Nathan's face became thoughtful for a moment before he dug into the pocket of his jeans. "I have some firecrackers in my pocket."

Warren's head whirled around. "What?" He glanced down at Nathan's palm where seven small black cylinders rested. He met Nathan's eyes with a raised brow and a blank expression. "Oh, yeah, those will get this thing out...if the ground were made of pudding!""

Nathan frowned. "If the ground were made of pudding then we could just lift it out."

Once again, Warren resisted the urge to dramatically slap his forehead. "Whatever! Dude, why do you even have those?"

An involuntary grin pulled at the corner of Nathan's lips. "Sometimes I like to throw them at that Alyssa chick."

"Nathan!"

"What? Where's your sense of humor?" Nathan laughed, shoving the firecracker back into his pocket.

"It died with your humanity, you dick!" Warren snapped back. Ugh, his neck was starting to hurt from the stress Nathan was causing him. To think, he could be in his bed right now. He could be watching the obvious sexual tension between Dean and Cas and eating delicious cheddar chips.

But, NO. He was here in the middle of the night with Nathan and Tobanga. So much for a relaxing night after a hard day at school.

"So," Warren sighed, "where exactly did you get this idea?"

"I actually thought about sawing off the head of that ugly statue in front, but then I decided that this would be easier. Plus, this thing is more of an eyesore." Nathan shrugged, fiddling with the firecrackers in his pocket as he looked around the area.

"Saw off the head - ? Ugh, okay, great." Warren scratched his chin. "And, what're you really going to do with it?"

"Hm. Actually, maybe I'll just take off a piece. Y'know, for a keepsake."

"Great idea! Display a stolen piece of history in your room for everyone to see. That's not suspicious. In fact, we should take the whole thing! It'll make a great conversation piece for anyone who stops by. You can tell them the story of how you blew it out of the ground with firecrackers and made me drag it across campus for you, and how every night you dream of floating heads and the world ending as spirits exact their revenge. It'll be fantastic!"

"...Are you done?" Nathan flicked Warren shoulder, amusement swimming in his eyes.

Warren stared up at Tobanga bitterly as he felt a tug at his sleeve. "C'mon," Nathan said. Warren turned to see Nathan jogging over to Samuel's maintenance closet on the side of the building. Warren cursed to himself, and followed.

Once they reached the door, Nathan pushed it open. "Freak never locks up." he mumbled. The two stepped inside the chilly dark room. Warren's eyes wandered over all the tools and boxes. His eyes landed on a silk scarf, and he wondered which girl Samuel snagged it from. The guy liked to scavenge around the area, seeing that he had boxes full of magazines, sunglasses, scarfs, pictures, wristbands, and everything in between. Warren bent down and picked through some of the things. He found a box of purple hair dye; that solved another mystery for Alyssa, didn't it? Warren cringed at the image of Samuel covering up his grays with Vivid Violet.

"Oooh," Warren heard Nathan move past him and towards the door. Warren turned his head, and saw Nathan huddling over something. Nathan peeked over his shoulder with a brow raised and a wide grin. "You ever hear of the axe-wielding hitchhiker that roamed the highways of Arcadia Bay...?" Nathan tone was menacing as he slowly turned around, flashing the bright red fire axe in his hands. Warren flinched, standing up straight.

"Don't." Warren warned, narrowing his eyes and crossing his arms. Nathan threw his head back in a howling laugh. With axe in hand, he approached Warren and wrapped an arm loosely around his neck.

"You're too easy." Nathan smirked. He leaned over in an attempt to press his lips against Warren's ear, but was blocked by Warren's hand shoving his face back.

"And you're an ass." Warren grumbled back, pushing Nathan away and heading out the door. With Nathan beside him, the two headed across the yard towards Tobanga. Warren stared up at the intricate carvings as he wondered what sort of haunting he would be experiencing for the rest of his days. Perhaps he would have horrible nightmares that resulted in cold sweats and nausea, or maybe he would begin hallucinating and eventually end up becoming the new axe-wielding hitchhiker. Either way, he wasn't excited.

"Are you really going to chop it down...?" Warren asked, watching Nathan readjust the handle of the axe in his hand.

"Unless you can think of something better, baby cakes." Nathan said as he studied the edge of the blade. Warren ignored the name - anything is better than sugartits - and eyed the weapon in Nathan's hands, and his nerves were starting to kick in. Nathan wasn't the most graceful when it came to weaponry, and he could honestly see the axe slipping from Nathan's grip and cutting his toes off. That certainly would test how well Warren could function under pressure in a dire situation, wouldn't it?

"This is ridiculous. Can't we just drop this whole thing and go back to the dorms? I have movies, or we could just..." Warren bit his lip. "I dunno, mess around?" His implications were embarrassing, but if It got Nathan to drop the weapon - not on his damn foot, please - and go back, then bring it. Nathan pursed his lips, glancing over at Warren with a suggestive brow raised.

"Mess around?" Nathan snickered. "Didn't think you were all that eager to get into my pants tonight. At least let me take a swing before you jump me, 'kay?"

Warren rolled his eyes, his cheeks flushing a light shade of pink in the darkness. He wasn't sure what else to say as he watched Nathan ready the axe before swinging it against the totem pole. He jumped at the sound of cracking wood, and thought about the years of terrible bad luck he had to look forward to. Nathan pulled the axe back, practically giggling like a giddy child who just hit their first baseball. Nathan turned to Warren, offering him the axe. "Try it!"

Warren held his hands up. "Yeah, I don't think so." He was then confused when Nathan's expression changed from adrenalized to anxious within seconds. Warren heard a noise in the distance behind and he whirled his head around to see a stream off light cutting through the darkness. Luckily, the light hadn't found them. "Shit!" Warren cursed, but before he could do the obvious reflex move and duck, Nathan reached out and gripped his arm and jerking him back into one of the many bushes surrounding the area.

Warren landed on his rear harshly as Nathan pulled him down, and Nathan landed beside him. Warren's eyes darted around quickly in search of the axe - it would be real shitty if Nathan did was stupid and sat on it - and he found it laying in front of them. Warren kicked it farther away, but was nudged harshly in his side by Nathan, who held a finger up to his lips.

The night guard could be heard walking around the area, and the light of his flashlight dimmed and brightened frequently. Warren searched the sky for the moon, but found it to be hiding behind a group of dark, fluffy clouds. He could feel his heart racing, but his thoughts bounced around along with all his worries. What would the night guard think if he caught them? Truthfully, they probably wouldn't be busted since Nathan has a "way with words," but he wasn't sure how Nathan would explain the axe and the fresh slit in Tobanga. Warren couldn't help but feel bad; what did Tobanga ever do to deserve such a wound?

Warren felt a bite on his shoulder, and his head whisked around only to make contact with Nathan's. "Ah-!" Nathan's hand jerked up and covered his mouth, and Nathan groaned against his shoulder. Warren couldn't help but feel annoyed. Of course Nathan would be in the mood when they were seconds away from being busted by the guard. He couldn't have been in the mood five minutes ago before he took a chunk out of Tobanga, oh no! That would be too boring.

Nathan, with his hand still covering Warren's mouth, continued to nip at Warren's clothed shoulder. Warren could feel that spot becoming wet with Nathan's saliva, and a shiver ran through him. Nathan released his mouth when the light ceased and the footsteps faded, and moved from his shoulder up to his neck.

Warren pulled away. "Dude, not in front of Tobanga!" he protested.

"Wha-? Geez, you act at through it's a person." Nathan replied, reaching out a tugged Warren to him by his shirt. "I thought you wanted to mess around?"

"Yeah, sure, in the comfort of my bedroom, not out in the bushes for the world to see." Warren retaliated. Nathan laughed, pulling Warren's earlobe between his teeth.

"No one can see us." Nathan's tongue darted out and licked up Warren's ear. "Tobanga will enjoy the show." he added. Warren gave a frustrated sigh, and Nathan pulled away to snicker at him before pressing his open mouth against Warren's. Nathan tangled his fingers in Warren's tousled locked, and Warren gave up. Warren sucked Nathan's bottom lip between his, tugging lightly. He felt Nathan's mouth widen into a grin against him, and Warren reached out to clutch at Nathan's jacket and tugging it off. Nathan complied, pulling his arms out of the sleeves and tossing it aside with the axe.

Nathan pushed himself on top, and Warren's back hit the coolness of the grassy ground. Warren slid his hands up under Nathan's shirt, running his fingertips along his back in slowly. Warren pulled away and pressed his moist lips against Nathan's jaw, hearing Nathan suck in a short breath. He ran his tongue along his neck as Nathan began tugging Warren's shirt up, exposing his skin to the cool night. When their lips met again in a sloppy lip lock, Warren decided that giving up his peaceful night in his room was worth it.

Hey, at least they weren't going to be totally cursed for life; Tobanga was just going to be scarred for life, literally and metaphorically.

All this GrahamScott steaminess is making me hungry. Wanna get a pizza and split it? ...What? You don't like pizza?

...I think you should leave.

Thanks for reading!

xLazyxWriterx