Warren was waiting outside the dorms for Max's arrival, anticipating her reaction from the day before. They had a brief meeting, and he felt compelled to ask her if she wanted to "Go Ape!" with him. She agreed, and so, the date was set. Surprisingly enough, it also turned out that Nathan had reason to be mad at Max, after all, snitches get stitches, right?

After Max left, Warren was sauntering around, taking in the sights of the students and their daily routines. He soon arrived to the front campus, where what he saw caused his heart to drop. He saw Nathan speaking to campus security, David Madsen. Warren's feet became frozen in place, his eyes dilating as he struggled to focus on them. His palms grew clammy, but forcefully, he pushed himself to a nearby tree and leaned against it.

Could David Madsen be instigating our encounter yesterday in the parking lot?

Warren clenched his fist out of anger, and automatically stepped out of the shade of the tree and out in the open. Everything suddenly became a blur, and his actions became natural. He took long, calculated steps towards Nathan and David Madsen, his eyes stoic and unrevealing of his actual feelings. Before Warren knew it, he was standing alongside Nathan.

"That wasn't my fault! Give me a break here, that gun incident was just a-" He paused suddenly, feeling Warren's presence alongside him. Nathan had mixed emotions, it wasn't that he was happy nor mad, more like he was caught off-guard without the proper knowledge on how to react.

Luckily, Warren helped him out. "Madsen, if this is about yesterday, give it a break, I stand by what I said and I can assure you there will be no problemos!" Warren said reassuringly, his eyes drifting towards Nathan. Nathan's eyes looked cold, although a hint of surprise lingered on his expression.

David Madsen grunted, looking towards Warren. "What, you two best friends that I never knew about? Well then, can you assure me that this 'student' will stay out of trouble, Mr. Graham?"

"Definitely. Also, I prefer Detective Graham." He smirked. David Madsen shook his head in teen disappointment, turning around and walking away.

As soon as he turned around, Warren turned to Nathan and gave a more genuine, wider smile, his thumbs perked upwards in an act of glee.

Nathan didn't look at him, he was frozen in place. Moments pass, the world passing by them. Although, it seemed for them, time had stopped ticking, and they were frozen in place. Without a word, Nathan slowly walked away from Warren, going towards the main hall.

"HEY! Wait up!" Warren jogged quickly to catch back up with Nathan, slowing down as he approached his right shoulder. As he did, he noticed that Nathan was, out of nervousness, clicking his fingers together rapidly. Warren looked at him worriedly, although, it didn't help that Nathan began walking faster to avoid having him by his side.

What's his deal all of a sudden? Did I do something wrong?

Warren waited until Nathan walked past the restroom, and as he did, grabbed his arm and pulled him in. "Nathan, what's wrong? You can tell me."

Nathan's hand began shaking harder, going from clicking to just general spasms. Warren's eyes were filled with concern, as he bit his lip, wondering why Nathan is suddenly acting as if yesterday's events were a figment of his imagination.

No way one of the best days of my life is not real!

Nathan, almost as if picking up on Warren's thoughts, suddenly jerked back to life. He twisted towards Warren, his hot breath flooding out of his mouth and hitting Warren's face.

"Nathan, if this is about yesterday, it was one of the best days of my life. I was hoping we can, you know, learn more about each other..." Warren rubbed his neck awkwardly as he said the last part, his eyes wandering to the floor.

"Look at me."

Warren's heart skipped a beat, his clammy, nervous behavior almost seeming to return with that sudden shock. His eyes, almost as if forced by an outside entity, drifted upwards. He saw Nathan, his eyes glossy, as though if he was pushed he may break into tears. His posture was straighter, and his face reflected his feeling of uncertainty. Although, another side to this was the ecstasy that Nathan felt from Warren being there for him, his own heart also skipping a beat whenever Warren looked at him.

"I'm sorry, Warren. I'm a bad friend, hell, bad person. I have a dark past, you know? It's difficult for me to be.. normal." Nathan's eyes skipped between Warren and all parts of the restroom, his effort to make eye contact noticed.

"Normal? Nathan," Warren looked at him, then cracked a smile. "Fuck being normal man, just be you, be natural, be..." He paused, looking for the right word.

"Be what?"

Warren bit his tongue.

What was I going to say? Shit, I lost my flow

It came back to him.

"Nathan, when I thought you were ignoring me back there, I was really worried about how things were going with you, or, between us. I can only ask one thing from you."

"Which is?" Nathan looked inquisitively at Warren, casually leaning against a bathroom stall with a raised eyebrow.

"Be here. Like you are now."