Only If I'm With You

Chapter 4

When Nathaniel looked up, he saw a nervous shadow creeping towards him. "Hey Marc" He tried to wave, but his hand kept on trembling. Marc smiled awkwardly, but he didn't say anything. He just went over and sat beside him, clutching his notebook at his chest.

The two were unusually quiet, as one fiddled with his pen while the other tried to stand his crutches upright on the tree. "Is.. Everything alright?" Nathaniel managed to say without sounding like a dork. "It's just.." Marc started. "It's my first time dating someone! I'm afraid this date was too boring for you..!" He sighed, looking away disappointedly. "Marc.. This is perfect. I don't have to do anything but stay with you and draw. And I love those two things. You chose great" He smiled, wondering what the hell has gotten into him.

Marc widened his eyes, then his head almost disappeared in the hood of his hoodie, blushing with embarrassment. Nathaniel blushed, but he smiled to himself, quietly continuing to sketch a beautiful picture of his, what he hoped, boyfriend. He liked how the breeze was there, but not too strong. Wind would've been too strong, it would've revealed all of his embarrassing sketches he did of Caprikid.

When Nathaniel looked up, he saw someone annoyingly familiar. "Ugh, daddy! I said to get me a golden bracelet, not silver!" He heard a spoiled brat start to whine on her phone. Chloé, obviously with her minion, Sabrina. He grumbled, agitated that his peace was disturbed. Marc finally came out from the hood, looking annoyed, but not as much as his partner. 

Chloé looked over at the place where the two boys were, and frowned. "Did you two follow me?! Of course you did! I'm too- Wait, don't follow me! You're just jealous! Both of you!" She snapped. Marc sighed. "We didn't follow you Chloé. Could you leave us alone, please? Me and Nath just want to be alone" When he was saying the last sentence, Nathaniel could see him blushing. "Right, Chloé. Leave us alone" He narrowed his eyes, trying not to turn it into a glare. But the brat just smirked. "What are you going to do? Chase me out of here? With that broken leg?" She laughed. Sabrina looked a bit apologetic, but she didn't say anything. Marc snapped out of his embarrassment. "That isn't something to laugh about, Chloé" He said, sounding a bit defensive. Nathaniel looked away in shame.

But did that girl stop? Of course not. "Oh and what are you going to do? Throw story books at me? How scary!" She taunted, flipping her hair proudly. Nathaniel finally looked up. He was furious at Chloé now. "Hey! Don't you- Ow.." He tried to stand up, but he forgot that he had a broken leg. "Nath! Are you alright?!" Marc hurried over, while the spoiled brat was cackling. "Chloé, stop it! This isn't funny!" Adiran's voice grew louder, the closer he came. "Oh, Adrikins~! Don't you want to laugh too?" Chloé flirted, but she suddenly looked shocked, then she huffed and turned away. Marc nor Nathaniel could see or hear what was going on. One was enduring pain while the other was trying to help.

Adrian glanced at the two, kneeling down. "Nathaniel, are you alright?" He asked, concerned. Nathaniel looked up, then nodded before flinching, then returning to his original position. "Should we get you to the hospital? Are you sure you're going to be fine?!" Marc anxiously asked, his eyes wide with fear. Adrian examined Nathaniel for a second, then he nodded, almost as if he was taking notes himself. "He'll be fine. My cousin, Félix, once broke his leg, and he acted like this all the time. So my aunt would immediately take him to the hospital. Every time, the doctor said it's just a minor jolt" He reassured both boys.

Adrian looked backwards, then stood up. "I better go. Nino is waiting for me" His eyes glistening with worry. But he nodded, waved, then walked off. Marc still looked bothered. "Are you sure you'll be alright..?" He asked nervously. The pain died down, only an uncomfortable stay. "Don't worry. Thanks for being with me though" Nathaniel blinked gratefully. Just then, their hands brushed against each other. They both flinched, repositioning it to another place. They both blushed, and continued doing their own thing, quiet. Just the way they both like it.