Save me from my life (A NateWantsToBattle x Reader)

Chapter two

I woke up to the sun shining and birds singing as innocently as they could. "Shut the fuck up!" I yelled out, groggily. I groaned, rolling over onto my side and trying to get comfortable. I decided that I had slept for too long anyway, and got up, stretching as I dragged my feet out of my room and into the bathroom. I sat on the toilet and did my business, twiddling my thumbs after realising I forgot my phone. When I finished up, I used hand sanitiser because I am way too lazy to take that extra twenty seconds standing there. I opened the door to see Nate leaning on the wall with his phone in his hand. I noticed that he had his glasses on and his hair was messy. I cleared my throat and he jumped, yelping.

I tried to hide my laugh, but failed miserably and burst out laughing. He punched me on the arm jokingly, but I tensed up and immediately stopped laughing. His face quickly turned into a look of guilt. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean t-" I stopped him by walking away, ignoring him completely. I'm sorry if you wouldn't actually do this, but it's all for the plot. Don't worry. I'm not THAT cruel. *clears throat* Ok let's get back to it! I walked into my room and shut it, forgetting to lock it. I sat on my bed, almost breaking into tears right away. He didn't mean to hit you, right? It might have been an accident. But what if he did? What if he does what (abusive bf/gf's name) did to you? I curled up, putting my knees into my chest and rocking on my bed, tears welling in my eyes.

The thoughts kept going through my head, progressively getting darker every minute. I felt my chest getting tighter, and my vision started blurring. I tried to grasp onto anything, trying not to fall into the seemingly deep, dark pit that was my mind. I gasped for air, not able to breathe. I was able to cry out Nate's name, weakly. Nate knocked on the door, and opened it when he got no response. "(Y/N)? Are you ok?" He asked, before rushing to my side, obviously seeing that I was having a panic attack. HE HATES YOU. The thoughts kept rushing through my mind as I felt myself suffocating. HE WANTS YOU TO DIE. I could barely hear Nate's words over the words repeating in my head. EVEN MARK HATES YOU. HE JUST PUTS UP WITH YOUR BULLSHIT! The voice screamed in my head while I tried to block everything out and focus on my breathing. A few moments later, my vision started clearing up again, and I felt myself being rocked with someone stroking my hair, breathing heavily. I looked up to see Nate, tears streaming down his face while he held me.

He looked down at me and saw that I was breathing normally again, and sighed in relief. "Oh thank god. Please promise me that you won't scare me like that again." I nodded and he smiled at me, brushing his hand against my cheek. Instead of getting up, I raised my head towards him and kissed him, feeling a spark between us as I moved my lips against his. I pulled away, blushing and embarrassed. "That was so stupid! Please don't take it the wrong way!" I said, looking down and scooting away from him. He shook his head and left without another word. I sat there and put my face in my hands.

"That was so fucking stupid of me. Why did I do that?" I said to myself, tugging at my hair. I heard my stomach grumble loudly, and I sighed. The food was in the kitchen. The kitchen was downstairs. The living room was downstairs next to the kitchen. Nate usually hung out in the living room. I could hear the TV on, ergo, I would have to walk past Nate to get into the kitchen. Fuck I hate my logic sometimes. I walked downstairs trying to make as little noise as possible before I tripped and face planted on the ground, breaking my glasses, monocle, nose, peg leg, whatever the fuck you wanna break. Just not a body part. Forget I said nose because I'm too lazy to go back and erase it even though I just erased hand because AUTHOR INCEPTION AMIRITE OK BACK TO IT. "Fack. Welp. There goes a bunch of money down the drain. Again. For the fourth time this month." I'm not saying that you're clumsy at all but I'm just basing this on personal experience. I saw Nate looking over towards me and I blushed, realising that I couldn't see/move without my peg leg/ glasses/monocle. oK YOU KNOW WHAT FORGET THE PEG LEG I CANT WRITE THIS ITS TOO MUCH FOR MY TINY TRASH CAN BRAIN.

Nate came over to me and helped me up and to the couch. "Can you just like, not see at all?" I nodded. BTW PRETEND THAT YOURE BASICALLY BLIND WITHOUT YOUR GLASSES IN THIS BECAUSE ONCE AGAIN PLOT PLEASE. I felt the couch cushions lift up where Nate was sitting, the suddenly felt a heavy weight on top of me. "NATE STOP STRADDLING ME!" I screamed out. He laughed and purred before jumping off and tickling my stomach. "TICKLE FIGHT! EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!" I pounced from the couch, hoping to catch Nate. HA YOU THOUGHT THERE WAS GONNA BE SMUT AND HONESTLY ME TOO BUT THEN I DECIDED NAH BECAUSE ITS TOO EARLY.

You have to wait for the next chapter. That's my special attack. Would you like some spaghetti while you wait? Maybe some frozen to a table with a microwave next to it where all ten settings are set to spaghetti?

But yeah I'm actually pre writing a bunch of chapters now, so that I don't lag behind like I always do. As you can tell, I'm a pretty fucked up trash can. If you discriminate against me or Oscar the Grouch for living in the trash, I will be so triggered that I will pull the trigger. And that was a very offensive joke to some. I'm very sorry about that. Please don't report me or something. :)

Also can we just talk about how savage this line is:

"Goodbye my only friend. Oh. Did you think I meant you? That would be funny if it weren't so sad."

Like savage af Nate. I know you only covered Want You Gone, but still. I'm dying over here. You know. Normal trash can stuff to do.

Listen to it here!:

Ok bye.