Lazy Note: Hey there, Strangers. I've been slacking, so I've decided to post some of my drabble type GrahamScott stories that I've posted on Tumblr. They're all prompts that people have sent me that I wrote little stories for. So, yeah. If you don't follow me on Tumblr and you haven't read these then here you go. :)
Enjoy!
Drabble Drabble
by
xLazyxWriterx
Summary: Some mini adventures of Nathan and Warren.
Rating: T
Anonymous: you know what would be hilarious though? Max nervously and jokingly asking Warren if he's done 'it' with Nathan and he casually replies with a yes, resulting in a flustered Max.
"So… Warren," Max started. The two of them sat themselves on the hood of Warren's car as evening fell upon Blackwell Academy. This was the first time in what seemed like weeks that it was just the two of them hanging out. Warren had been…occupied, and Max had been curious about the whole thing ever since she found out the big secret.
They had just gotten back from the drive-in, and Max watched as Warren stretched himself out. Being cooped up in the car for the past five hours had them both stiff. Warren turned to her, brow raised and lips curved. "What's up?"
"Uh…the movie was great!" She chickened out. Again. She had tried asking him about it on the way to Newberg, but never quite got there. She was hoping that she would say something that would trigger something within Warren, and he would just tell her some things. It wasn't that easy, come to find out.
"Dude, the movie was badass!" Warren laughed, stretching his legs out. "I always say that a movie doesn't have to be in color to be good. If anything, that just adds to the charm. Some people just don't get that, I guess."
This was as good of chance as any. "Like…Nathan?" she asked, trying to keep her tone casual. Warren's grin deepened, and he shook his head.
"Yeah, like Nathan. He's not all that into movies."
"Really? I figured he would be… y'know, because of you."
Warren scratched at the back of his neck, looking down at his lap. "When we're together, we usually don't make it to the end of movies." he replied. Max's eyes widened slightly at the implications within Warren's words.
Warren faced her, brow cocked and eyes narrowed. "Is that what you've wanted to ask me about all day? About Nathan?" he asked, smirking.
Gee, was she that transparent? Max shrugged, trying to keep her cool. "Maybe…" she mumbled.
"Try definitely." Warren chuckled, elbowing Max lightly. "Alright, ask away."
"Seriously…?"
"Yep. What's on your mind?"
God, where did she begin? "Okay, so, uh… who else knows?" she asked.
"Well, there's you, and Victoria." Warren replied. Max was surprised.
Why would you tell Victoria?" asked Max, astonished. Warren looked away, embarrassed.
"We didn't. She kind of… walked in on us when we were hanging in Nathan's room." Warren sighed. "She won't tell a soul, though. Nathan made sure of that. He's got a way with people, y'know…"
Oh, Max was very much aware of Nathan's people skills. "Still, I'm surprised she hasn't told her minions."
"Her and Nathan go way back, and you should thank her. She's the reason I told you. I figured it was only fair." Warren shrugged.
"Did she freak out?"
"Not as much as you would think. She was more surprised that I was Nathan's first choice." Warren rolled his eyes as he hopped off the car, stretching his arms up towards the sky, groaning. Max felt the urge to release some of the tension in her stiff muscles as well, hopping onto her feet beside him.
"What do you guys do together? Besides no finish movies." Max joked. Warren laughed, straightening his shirt out.
"We hang out, talk, go eat…We do stuff."
"Wow, you guys are hardcore." she said sarcastically.
"Sometimes." Warren looked around the empty parking lot until his eye caught something in the distance, causing him to smile shyly.
Max should've bit her tongue at this point, but didn't. "What? Like in bed?" she asked jokingly, and stiffened after realizing the territory she had just stepped in. She was curious, sure, but still.
With amused dark eyes and a smirk, Warren replied, "Yep."
Max's eyes widened, and she could feel her face heating up. It only got worse when a blur of red appeared in the corner of her eye.
Nathan was at Warren's side, wrapping a loose arm around his shoulder. "Hey," he greeted Warren before turning to Max. "Hippie." Warren elbowed him playfully.
Trying to push back the steamy images that flooded her mind, Max turned away from them, attempting to his her flushed cheeks. "H-hey,"
"Glad to see you made it back in one piece." Nathan said, ignoring Max.
"Oh, y-yeah, Warren's not a bad driver and traffic-"
"Wasn't talkin' to you." Nathan cut her off. Warren shot him a look, to which Nathan rolled his eyes. "We should go. We gotta go have hardcore sex. Right, Max?" Nathan glanced over a Max, who's face pulsed it was so hot.
"U-uh-"
"Hell, you wanna come watch? Let me warn you, though: beware the splash zo-"
"Nathan!" Warren, who's face flushed a light pink, pinched Nathan's cheek. "Stop picking on her!"
Nathan pulled away with an amused smirk, rubbing at his face. "Whatever."
"I gotta go!" Max exclaimed, turning and walking away. "Bye Warren! Movie was great! We should do it again!"
"Bye Max!" Warren called after her. "Alright, how much did you hear? Everything, I assume?"
"Mostly." Nathan leaned over and nipped at Warren's earlobe. "C'mon, my room. Now."
Later that night, Warren received a text from Max: I want details. Lots of details. Lunch time? Don't bring your boytoy.
Anonymous: I kinda wanna know what Victoria walked in on that one time, when she found out about Warren and Nathan *hinthint*
Victoria considered herself patient. Really, she did, but there was only so much she could take.
Nathan had actually blown her off. They were supposed to meet up behind the pool a half an hour ago, and Victoria was sick of waiting. She had tried calling him, texting him, and even using her nonexistent mind powers to will him to come, but nothing worked. If there was anything Victoria hated it was being stood up, especially by Nathan. They had made the plans to meet up and get high for the evening, but then Nathan decided to be a no-show.
Now, Victoria walked along the campus of Blackwell Academy with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. Victoria headed straight to the boys' dorm; Nathan had better have a damn good excuse for blowing her off… like he died. Okay, Victoria didn't want him to be dead, per say. She had just been looking forward to them toking up together.
Nathan had been distant lately. He wasn't hanging around the vortex members much, and he barely spoke to Victoria. He had been spending a lot of time alone, or locked up in his room. It did worry Victoria a bit; after all, they were close friends. That's why it pissed her off that he didn't at least text her an excuse.
With the dorms in sight, she sighed and walked through the grass, ignoring the fact that Logan and Zachary were tossing the football. They wouldn't dare hit her with it, anyway.
Swinging the heavy door open, she stepped into the boys' dorm, and instantly cringed. Ugh, the boys were always so messy, and Victoria would practically taste the testosterone in the air. Compared to the boys' dorm, the girls' dorm was like a pristine temple.
The scowl still deep in her features, Victoria stomped down the hallway towards Nathan's dorm. She thought about kicking the door down, but decided against it. She wasn't wearing the right shoes, anyway.
A soft chuckle from behind the door stopped Victoria from going in, and she raised a confused brow. Why was he laughing? Did he really get high without her? Because, if that was the case then he was in deep fucking-
A moan was heard, and Victoria's brain took a moment to try and register it. It took another moan for her to understand what was happening behind that door. Her brows furrowed and her pink lips parted in an annoyed sigh. So, that was it? Nathan blew her off to screw some chick in his dorm? Her second thought was what girl was stupid enough to be with him in the first place? Her money was on Dana, or Taylor. Ugh.
Who ever it was, she wasn't more important than Victoria. With that finale thought, Victoria grasped the door knob, and swung the door open. She opened her mouth to made a snide remark, but stopped in her tracks at the sight on Nathan's bed.
Nathan hovered over Warren, their lips locked and skin pink and moist. Warren's chest was bare, and Nathan was in his white undershirt, but Victoria could see that his jeans were unzipped. Warren's fingers were tangled in Nathan's light brown locks, and Nathan ran his hands over Warren's sides. When they pulled away, Warren's bottom lip was caught between Nathan's teeth, an amused expression on his face.
Victoria felt her cheeks flush as her blood rushed through her system, her hazelnut eyes widened and her mouth fell agape. All thoughts flew straight out her ears as she watched Nathan, who seemingly didn't notice her presence, smirked down at a gasping Warren.
If she turned around now and was careful enough to shut the door quietly, maybe they wouldn't notice anything. Before she could even take a step back, Nathan's eyes darted up for a split second.
He visually stiffened, and his head whipped up to meet Victoria's gaze with terror.
"What?" Warren breathed out, turning his head to face Victoria. He froze as well.
What does one say in a moment like this, exactly?
Victoria tried to find the words, but they were all lodged in her throat. Nathan was off the bed in a split second, and Warren was sitting up with a pillow pressed against his chest.
Nathan stared at her with wide eyes, at loss for words as well. With his face buried in the pillow, Warren's muffled voice said, "I thought you locked the door."
Nathan glanced at Warren, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Yeah, well, apparently not."
"Dude! You remember what happened last time! Damn it, you know Zach likes to burst into peoples rooms when the need comes!"
"Shit, I know! I forgot! Damn it!"
Victoria's eyes darted back and forth between the two, and it all clicked into place.
…Oh.
Oh.
"Oh…" Victoria gasped. "…my God, you-"
"Close the door." Nathan commanded. "Now."
"Are you serious?" Warren asked, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
"Well, we can't just let her leave to blab about this, now can we?" Nathan snapped back.
"Hey, I'm right here!" Victoria found her voice. She closed the door, getting over her shock, and glaring at Nathan. "What the hell? We were supposed to meet up, like, an hour ago!"
"What? Ah, shit!" Nathan rubbed at his eyes. "I forgot."
"You've been doing that a lot lately." Warren said dryly, picking his shirt up from the ground.
"Shut up." Nathan shot Warren a look before turning back to Victoria. "You don't breathe a word of this to anyone, you hear? I mean it, or-"
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Victoria interrupted. "So, this is where you've been? With him?" She motioned to Warren.
"Gee, you don't have to say it like that." Warren frowned.
"Quiet." Nathan warned. Warren rolled his eyes.
"Or what?" he challenged.
"I'll bite you." Nathan spat back.
Warren cocked a brow, smirking. "Is that a threat, or an offer?"
The corner of Nathan's mouth twitched up, and Victoria could feel her face heating up.
The rest of the afternoon consisted of Nathan semi-threatening both Victoria and Warren, and Victoria cringing at their shameless flirting. This was actually a thing, wasn't it? Victoria still was having a hard time digesting it.
Seriously, though, of all the people Nathan could've hook up with, why Warren? That was the real question on Victoria's mind that she didn't dare vocalize.
Anonymous: Prompt- Nathan has a fear of drowning and hates swimming. Warren teaches him one day, but then it ends up with them making out/skinnydipping
In the movies, drowning is loud. The person screams with arms flailing, and they dip below the waves and come up in dramatic fashion while those on shore scramble and panic to rescue them.
That's not real. Drowning was quiet, movements were subtle, and he rarely made any noise at all. One minute his head was bobbing above the water and then it was gone.
It had been in the family pool, and Nathan was left alone. Being only six-years-old without a single swimming lesson, he should've been watched. His father was on a business trip, and his mother had gone in to grab another drink. All dressed in his swim trunks and staring at the clear water with curious eyes.
First, he had placed his hand in. The water was warm from the sun, and it caused goosebumps to rise along his skin. Then, his feet. Kicking and splashing the water was amusing, but he wanted to by enveloped by it's warmth. So, he jumped in, and he sunk to the bottom.
Oh, yes, the water hugged him and he was warm. But, he couldn't breathe, and darkness had closed in on him. Every cell in his body was screaming for oxygen.
When he woke up, he was surrounded by people. He had just been touch the bottle of the deep pool and then he was in the fresh air. With heavy lungs and an achy chest, Nathan had opened his eyes to see his panicked mother, and many other unfamiliar faces.
That was the last time Nathan went near a pool, despite being on the swim team. That wasn't his idea, though. Show's how much his father knew about him. After arguing and threatening the swim couch, Nathan was off the hook and only showed up for pictures and meetings. It wasn't like Sean Prescott ever went to the swim meets, anyway.
But, if he was terrified of the liquid death, what was he doing here?
Answer: The dark eyed boy standing beside him with an amused grin and excited eyes.
Ever since the Tobanga incident, Warren had made it very clear that Nathan owed him. While the Tobanga incident was Nathan's idea, it wasn't like it ended that horribly. Warren was just surprisingly superstitious.
Nathan had been surprised when Warren fell through with his threat. Showing up at his dorm around eleven o'clock, Warren wore a mischievous smirk and held up the keys to Blackwell Academy's pool. Nathan had questioned where he got them, but Warren merely shrugged and said a friend snatched them for him.
Nathan had refused, but Warren had insisted. Nathan should've kicked him out, but he didn't want him to be angry with him... again. So, Nathan dragged his feet as he followed the hyped up Warren in the shadows to the pool. Warren had brought his swim trunks, and Nathan kept his in his locker. They were brand new, and were never even worn.
Now, sitting on the locker room bench in his dark red swim trunks, Nathan visibly shook. His heart was racing, and his stomach was tightening. His legs bounced, and he kept telling himself to count to three. Breathe in, and breathe out.
"Dude?" Warren's voice echoed through the locker room. Nathan's head whipped up to see the obvious concern written all over Warren's face. Warren sat down beside him on the bench, reaching out to grab Nathan's trembling hand. "Hey, what's wrong?"
Nathan shook his head, swallowing harshly. "Nothing," he mumbled, turning away from Warren to focus on the rows of lockers.
Warren reached over to grab Nathan's chin, forcing him to look at him. "Hey, talk to me. You scared we're gonna get caught or something? That's not like you." Warren asked, letting go of Nathan's chin to reached over and rub Nathan's bare back. Nathan sighed, the gesture soothing.
Nathan looked down at his hands, chewing on his lip. "No, not that," he replied quietly.
"Nathan, we're suppose to be having fun, remember? Rebellious and shit, right? What's up?"
Nathan glanced at Warren. He could trust him, of course. Nathan was just embarrassed that he was terrified of drowning in the Blackwell pool, and the fact that he didn't know how to swim. It's hard to learn and take lessons on how to not drown when you're too panicked to get into the water.
"I, uh..." Nathan tried. "...Do you know how to swim?"
Warren was taken back by the question, but answered, "Yeah, why? Are you worried that I'll drown or something?" Warren chuckled, pulling Nathan into a side huge. "I'll be fine. C'mon," Warren stood, pulling Nathan to his feet.
Before Warren could drag him out the door, Nathan blurted out, "I can't swim."
Warren looked back at him with another surprised look. "What?"
"I-um... I can't swim. I never learned. And..." Nathan pulled his hand free, crossing his arms.
"Wait, aren't you on the swim team?"
Nathan scoffed. "Barely. Asshole put my on there for more publication. I don't actually do anything. Especially get in the pool."
"Oh." Warren offered him a comforting smile. "That's it? I can teach you to swim."
"No." Nathan said quickly. "No, I don't wanna get in."
Warren's smile faded, and the gears in his head clicked. "Oh...Are you scared?"
Nathan didn't say anything. He felt his skin flush with embarrassment, and he turned to open his locker. Gathering his clothes, he tried to put his shirt on only to be stopped by Warren. Warren tore the shirt away, and he wrapped his arms around Nathan.
"Dude, do you really think I'd let you drown?" Warren kissed his shoulder. "I mean, yeah, you piss me off sometimes, but never enough that I want to kill you." Warren pulled back, capturing Nathan's lips with his own in a brief kiss. Warren smiled. "We'll go in the shallow end."
Nathan swallowed hard, still unsure. He knew that he should be over fear of drowning. After all, he was six and he had lived. But, there was still the image of fading light and the feeling of bursting lungs that made him hesitant. Warren would be there, but that didn't make everything okay. Nathan didn't know how well Warren swam, or if Warren knew CPR. What if Warren ended up slipping and drowning because Nathan was too terrified to go in after him? Or if Nathan slipped and brought Warren down with him?
"Hey, stop thinking." Warren squeezed Nathan's nose. "We're fine. I turned the lights on, and the water is warm. No one is going to find us, and no one is going to drown." Warren winked at him, and Nathan pulled his nose free of Warren's grasp.
Hand in hand, Nathan allowed himself to be brought to the pool. The pool lights were on, illuminating the area in a blue glow. Warren gave him a reassuring look, squeezing his hand. The two walked to the shallow end, and Warren climbed in first.
"Oh, that's great." Warren sighed. Standing, the water come up to his waist. Nathan sat on the ledge, dipping his feet into the water. It was warm, reminding him of the pool back home. He forced the thoughts of the day out of his head. Feeling brave, he kicked the water at Warren.
"Hey now!" Warren laughed, splashing the water back. Nathan chuckled nervously, watching the waves and ripples the water created. Taking a deep breath, he slowly slid in. His feet his the bottom, the water only hitting his waist. His anxiety was beginning to kick in, and he did his best to ignore it.
Warren reached for him. "You okay?"
Nathan nodded quickly. "Yeah. Yeah, I think." Nathan ran his fingers through the water, slightly grinning. It did feel good, even if his heart was trying to break out of his ribcage.
Over the next half hour, Warren helped Nathan get comfortable in the water, as well as showing him the doggie paddle. Nathan felt like an idea, but he had to admit that it was a great excuse for letting Warren put his hands all over him. Being soaked only heighten the sensations Warren's touches brought to his skin.
"You okay?" Warren asked once again, and once again Nathan nodded.
"Yeah... yeah."
"You're getting better."
"Yeah?"
"Oh, yeah. Maybe you'll actually compete."
"Don't count on it."
The two laughed, and Nathan smoothed his hair back. He turned towards Warren, who seemed to have a different look in his eye. Curious, Nathan rose a brow. "What?"
Without a word, Warren dived under the water. Panic shot through Nathan, and he froze. He could barely make out Warren's figure, and he almost had a panic attack when he felt Warren grab him. Slipping, Nathan fell back, and his arms instantly worked at getting to the surface again.
Hitting the cool air, Nathan gasped. He twisted around in search of Warren, only to bump into him and almost lose his balance again. Anger coursed through him. "What the fuck, Warren?!" he exclaimed, spashing the boy with water.
Unfazed, Warren chuckled. The same glint was still in his eye as Warren cocked his head to the side. "See? You did great. In fact, you've done so good that I rewarded you." Warren said, lifting his arm out of the water to reveal Nathan's swim trunks.
Nathan paused for a moment, slowly realizing what had happened. He reached down to feel his bare hips, and the water suddenly felt much warmer.
"W-what? You stole my fucking swimsuit! Give that back!" Nathan reached for it, but Warren tossed it away from the pool. "Hey!"
"You're right." Warren sighed. "That's not fair." Ducking under the water once more and almost giving Nathan another heart attack, Warren came back up and tossed his own swim trunks aside.
Nathan's mouth parted in a silent gasp of disbelief. "...Are you shitting me...?"
"Nope." Warren smiled, swimming over to Nathan, forcing him towards the end of the pool. "Consider this payback for Tobanga."
Nathan rolled his eyes, trying to ignore how close Warren was getting. "You act like you didn't enjoy it."
"It was stressful, and a waste of our time. We could've been watching Supernatural."
"God, you and that damn show-" Nathan was caught off by the sudden coolness of the wall of the pool hitting his back. Warren grabbed Nathan's, pinning them. Wet lips met, and Nathan let out a frustrated groan.
"How is this a punishment...?"
"I never said it was." Their kisses echoed through the area. "Just payback."
Anonymous: Can i ask for grahamscott + stomach kisses, maybe?
Fingers ran along his back, and it was becoming harder to concentrate on the conflict occurring on the TV. The fingers were light, slow, warm through his t-shirt.
Warren could see Nathan from the corner of his eye. Side by side with Nathan pressed tight against him and his arm and hand brushing against him, Warren decided to repay the favor by placing a hand on Nathan's knee. Nathan tensed a bit before relaxing against the touch. The heat on Warren's palm was causing his pulse to quicken and he swallowed harshly. The air around them was changing. Warren began to run his thumb in circular motion, massaging Nathan through his jeans.
The demon hunting happening on the TV was no longer interesting to Warren. Nathan was the only person who could make him lose interest in the obvious Destiel occurring on the screen.
The fingers left his back, and Nathan shifted beside him. Those fingers brushed the hair away from his ear, and a pair of lips pressed against his earlobe. Warren breathed in deeply, shivering at the tongue that darted out and ran along the back of his ear.
Those lips moved to his pulse point, and Warren ran his hand along Nathan's thigh. Nathan's teeth grazed his skin, and a firm hand pressed against his chest, pushing him back against his bedroom floor, careful not to bump his head against the bed.
Laying flat on his back, Warren sighed. Nathan moved from his neck, pushing Warren's shirt up.
Warren bit at his lip when Nathan placed a light kiss right under his navel. His teeth nipped and tugged at the tight skin, stopping to bite down and suck in certain sensitive areas. Nathan's tongue swirled around the skin, and Warren tangled his fingers in Nathan's slicked back hair.
Multiple open mouth kissed were placed upon his stomach, each warm and sending quick shocks through his belly down to his toes. Nathan glanced up at him, meeting Warren's hazy gaze with a smirk and a suggestive flick of the tongue.
The TV was merely background noise now.
Anonymous: grahamscott on the 4th of july with lots of cuteness! :3
Nathan wrapped the heavy blanket tighter around his shivering figure, pulling it over his head and covering himself. Only his furrowed brows and annoyed eyes peeked through the blanket. He shifted his position on the hood of Warren's car, grumbling.
It actually wasn't that cold, but the light breeze and the lack of sunlight brought goosebumps along his skin. The only light source was the town lights and the flashlight Warren brought. Even the lighthouse behind him didn't shine.
Hearing footsteps, he turned and saw Warren carrying a bag of fireworks and a box of pizza with a wide grin plastered on his face. Warren set the pizza down on the car, and he stared at Nathan for a moment before bursting out with laughter.
"Dude, you okay?" Warren asked, tugging at the part of the blanket covering Nathan's nose and mouth, revealing a scowl.
"This is stupid." Nathan mumbled.
"You're fine," Warren chuckled. "In thirty-two minutes, the show will start. But, in the meantime, lookie what I found!" Warren held the bag open wide for Nathan to see, and Nathan shook his head.
"You're gonna blow yourself up."
"Am not!" Warren crossed his arms. "I'm practically a professional."
Warren set the bag down on the ground and headed for the box of pizza. Pulling the lid open, the delicious smell of melted cheese, five different meats, and chunky sauce wafted through the air around them. Nathan's stomach tightened in a growl, and he enjoyed the heat that emitted off the box and it's contents.
Nathan unwrapped himself, leaving the blanket pooled around his waist and legs. He slicked back his newly tousled hair, shivering. Warren grabbed a thick slice of pizza, noticing Nathan's shiver.
"Are you really that cold?" he asked.
"No." Nathan lied, grabbing a slice of pizza. The first bite burned his mouth, but he didn't care. Warren shook his head, smirking.
Nathan finished his first slice by the time Warren finished his second and was heading for a third. Warren took a bite, sighing happily. Nathan rolled his eyes. Warren was the only person he had ever seen be so happy to eat a slice - or four - of pizza. Nathan liked pizza, sure, but it's not something he would eat everyday. Warren felt very different about that.
"We eat too much pizza." Nathan said, wiping his hands on the blanket.
"We're gonna get fat." Warren agreed. "And it's gonna be glorious."
"No, only you're gonna get fat." Nathan scoffed. Warren gasped at him in mock hurt.
"But you'll still love me if I'm fat, right?"
"I dunno. Maybe." Nathan smirked. Warren punched his shoulder while finishing his third piece. They both laughed, and Warren offered him another piece.
Nathan shook his head; one was good enough right now. Warren closed the pizza box and set it on top of the car before grabbing the bag of fireworks, practically giggling like a little kid as he pulled some out.
He handed Nathan a package of lighters, asking him to open them. Warren pulled out a large cylinder looking thing that was printed with the American flag, and he snatched on of the lighters from Nathan. Jogging away from the car, he set of the firework.
Nathan checked his phone, seeing that they only had about fifteen more minutes until the Arcadia Bay firework show happened. They were in a great spot to watch them, and Nathan was surprised that no one had disturbed them. Most of the townspeople went to the actual show where they played music and games and watched the fireworks up close. It was too crowded for Nathan's taste, plus he wanted to spend time with Warren without worrying about his father finding them. The lighthouse was the perfect spot.
Warren lit the firework, and ran back to the car. The two watched the dull light grow bright as colors flashed and whistles were heard. Warren remained giddy, and Nathan squinted at the sudden bright light. Once the firework was finished, Warren dug through the bag.
"Are these legal?" Nathan asked, raising a brow.
"Probably not." Warren grinned, elbowing Nathan and handing him a box of sparklers. "Here, play with these." Grabbing a different firework this time, Warren ran out once more. Nathan couldn't help but laugh.
They continued to light their own fireworks, watching the different colors and Nathan continued to cringe at the high pitched noises they caused. They eventually ran out of the they-are-probably-legal-but-let's-not-really-question-it fireworks, and they were left with sparklers.
"Well, you didn't blow up, so that's good." Nathan chuckled.
Warren wore a proud smile. "And you were worried. Here," Warren lit a sparkler, waiting for it to take full effect before handing it to Nathan. Nathan accepted it, not looking directly at the light and holding it away, swirling it around in different directions. Warren lit his own, copying Nathan's motions, accidentally hitting Nathan's sparkler in the process.
"Hey! You wanna go?"
"Fight me!"
They continued to hit their sparklers together until Nathan lost his grip on his and it landed in Warren's lap. Warren quickly jumped off the car, letting it fall to the ground and stepping on it.
Nathan choked on his out breath as he laughed. Warren playfully glared at him, tossing his own sparkler when it died. Climbing back on the car, they heard the music from the town pick up.
Warren jerked a piece of the blanket that was tightly wrapped around Nathan. "Dude, don't hog the blanket!"
"I told you to bring your own."
"I thought you weren't cold!"
"I'm not."
"Then I guess I won't try to warm you up. We'll watch the fireworks just like this." Warren scooted away from Nathan, crossing his arms and looking up at the starry sky. Nathan frowned. Okay, he was cold. He was always cold, and Warren's body against his did not sound horrible. Like, at all.
Sighing in defeat, he opened the blanket up. "Get over here."
Warren glanced at him. "Nope. Lost your chance."
"Warren, now."
"No, you've rejected me. I'm still trying to recover." Warren bit his tongue to stop himself from smiling. Letting out another sigh, this one frustrated, Nathan scooted over to Warren, wrapping him with the blanket. He wiggled his arm around Warren's waist, tugging him closer.
Warren smirked at him, resting his head on Nathan's shoulder. "I suppose I could forgive you."
"You always make things so difficult." Nathan muttered.
"You're difficult."
"Whatever."
The fireworks began, starting slow with colors of green, blue, and gold before becoming rapid with every color of the rainbow. The entire show lasted about ten minutes, and Nathan figured that it was worth it. Well, partially. He got to hang out and cuddle with Warren, eat pizza, and watch Warren blow stuff up. All in all, Nathan figured that made up for the cold and constant mosquitoes.
Nathan rested his cheek on the top of Warren's head, sighing contently. What a great night.
Anonymous: Ok, ok but... like... I have this headcanon where... just imagine? Nathan dying from 'accidental' overdose of meds, Warren coping with the lose and mourning over his death. Max tries cheering him up and listens to him as Warren talks about the features he loves most about Nathan (his smile, laugh and personality etc.) while trying not to break down and cry for like the 5th time that day.
The delicate hand rubbing his back should have been comforting, but it was not. It was too small, with nimble fingers and long nails. The fingertips ran along his shoulder and down his spine in a feather - like touch, but it only made him more nauseous.
His throat was sore, raw and burning. His sore eyes were weighed down by the dark shadows they cast, and his cracked lips sunk into a permanent frown. Each breath ached, and his head pounded lightly. His tongue was a dry lump of flesh in his mouth, uncomfortable and irritating.
"Warren…?" her voice echoed in his head, and he glanced at her. Her fingers continued to move softly against his shirt, burning against his cool skin. She rested her cheek against his shoulder, and he shivered at the contact. "Tell me what you're thinking…" she whispered.
He didn't answer.
She sighed lightly, her hand stopping on the middle of his back. "Warren," she nuzzled his shoulder. "It was an accident."
"No," his voice came out like a croak, his throat contracting to find any bit of wetness to relieve it of the pain, "it wasn't. You know it, I know it. Everyone knows it." His dark eyes fell, the throbbing in his head getting worse with every word he spoke. She did not reply. Instead, she reached out and took his limp hand in hers, holding tightly.
"It's Kate all over again." he muttered. He felt her stiffen against him, and he continued, "But, you know the difference…? Nathan was alone. He was alone in his room, and Kate… she was surrounded by grieving people when she jumped. Everyone knew. Everyone knew they fucked up. Everyone cared. With Nathan, though…" his chin quivered, and he squeezed his eyes tightly shut, "…no one knew. No one cared. Even after I-"
"Warren-"
"-found him. It wasn't like with Kate. Once Kate was off that roof, she was gone. But, Nathan…" his vision blurred, "…if I had just found him sooner-"
"Don't do this to yourself-"
"-then he could have gotten help and he may have-"
"Stop!" She grabbed his face now, forcing him to look at her. "None of this is your fault, Warren." He stared at her with red eyes for a moment before nodding.
"You're right. It's his fault." he replied. Before she could speak, he said, "And there was nothing I could do. He needed something more than me. I wasn't enough. I tried-"
"He knew, Warren."
"Did he…?" He tore away from her, resting his elbows on his knees and burying his face in his hands. "Did he know how I felt about him when he-" he swallowed harshly, "-he took those meds? Did he know how much it would fuck me up? Did he know how hard I tried to help? Max, I tried so hard to free him…"
She bit her lip, and her hand moved across his back again. He shook his head, the bitter taste filling his mouth once more. Silence enveloped them, and they remained there for many minutes before he lifted his head out of his hands and stared blankly across the room. She studied him, her expression sincere with worry and sorrow.
A dry laugh vibrated through his throat. "I miss his smile," he murmured. "He rarely did it because he didn't like his teeth, which I always told him was dumb because there wasn't anything wrong with them. But… sometimes he would just look at me and -" he faced her, "-and smile, genuinely smile, and shake his head. I'd be like 'what?' and he would just continue to shake his head at me. Not a word, just…" With ever word spoken, his throat stung as much as his eyes.
She gave him a sad smile, nodding. He inhaled deeply, pain shooting through his chest. He felt wetness sliding down his cheek, down his chin, and dripping along his neck.
"I miss him, Max." he choked. "I miss him so damn much."
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