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[emthephantom]

☆New Things- Nathan Young☆

Nathan Young x Female!Reader Your Powers are revealed and Nathan helps you Warnings: Brief mentions of sex- No Smut Words: 1250 A/N: Hellooo ghosties, been watching Misfits and thought I'd start writing for Nathan. I hope you enjoy :)

'I just don't get it, we were there and we haven't got any powers, it's not fair.' you grumbled, scrubbing the graffiti harder.

It had been a couple of weeks since the storm and everyone but you and Nathan had powers. It was depressing. Powers or not, you grew close to the gang, becoming good friends with them.

'I'm telling you Y/N, we need to have a quick shag and we'll get some.' the Irish accent chimed, his eyes mischievously gleaming. You were used to Nathan's antics; the constant banter gave you something to look forward to in the mornings, no matter how vulgar.

'Oh shut up, you wanker.' you reply, waving your hand to dismiss him. You begin to return to the task at hand when you hear a crash.

Nathan lays on the floor, not moving a muscle—a trickle of blood leaks from his forehead. Your eyes widen at the boy's state. You drop the brush on the concrete as worry consumes you. Your feet rushed towards Nathan's body. You kneel beside him, delicately placing a hand on his cheek. 'I don't understand what happened,' you begin, 'Did I do something?' you turn to the rest of the group, your eyes watering. Shock filled them while they attempted to send you a look of sympathy, not knowing how else to respond.

You focus your attention back on Nathan. Using your orange jumpsuit, you wipe the blood off his forehead. You continue cradling him, hoping he'll be okay.

'Guess that shag's off the table.' he quietly chuckled.

You breathed a sigh of relief, followed by a stream of apologies. Nathan's cold hand rests on yours, stopping your rambling. His piercing green eyes look into yours, 'Y/N, I'm fine, just help me up.' he smiles.

You smile back at him, scrambling to your feet to help him up. When you join the others, Kelly shoots you a look. She then gestures to your hand- still holding Nathan's. You quickly pull away, feeling your face flush. The probation worker prevents an awkward conversation from happening and allows you to go home. All of you walked back into the community centre, desperate to get going.

As you're getting changed you feel a tap on your shoulder. You spin around, meeting eyes with a certain curly-haired boy.

'Nathan?' you questioned.

'Wanna go for a drink?' he interrupted.

'I'd love to.'

'I'll meet you outside.' he smiled, shooting you a wink. You hurriedly got changed and said a quick goodbye before meeting Nathan in the car park.

The walk to the pub was quiet but comforting. You couldn't stop looking at him; he looked so handsome. You longed to hold his hand again, touch his face, kiss those lips.

'So how are you dealing with your new power?' he quizzed.

'I don't understand it, how come I sent you flying?'

'We'll help you, you know that.'

You couldn't believe what you were hearing, Nathan Young being supportive?

'Thanks Nathan'

He nods in response, continuing the walk to the pub. You're walking in comfortable silence when you feel Nathan throw his arm around your shoulder. The sudden contact sent a shudder through your body.

After what felt like an eternity, you arrived at the bar, finding a table and getting your drinks. It was awkward at first but soon became like heaven. Drinks kept coming and the laughs were never-ending. You didn't want to leave.

'Shit, I should be getting home.' you said

'Do you want me to walk you home?'

'I'd like that.'

You finished the last of your drink and started heading out. The cold night air hit your skin, making you shiver. Nathan walked alongside you, taking notice. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. A smile played on your face, you fit so perfectly together, his arm belongs on you. 'It must be a sign' you thought.

You couldn't stop staring at him, thinking about him, wanting him. One question played in the back of your mind, why was he being so nice? His beautiful accent snapped you out of your thoughts, 'Well this is goodbye, for now, no cock reveal just yet.' he joked.

'I'll see you tomorrow.' you smiled sweetly as you entered your home. He sends a grin back and goes on his way. You hover near the door for a while; almost like you're waiting for him to return. Unbeknownst to you, Nathan wanted nothing more than to come back and be in your company.

The next morning arrived and you were sat on the roof, mindlessly kicking a stray bottle. You hear footsteps and feel hands over your eyes. 'Simon is that you?' you tease. Your eyesight returns and the dramatic slap of arms echoes in your ears.

'Really?, of all people you think I'm Simon?'

You turn to look at Nathan, a questioning look on your face- curious as to what he was doing.

'Just thought I'd check up on you' he said, plopping down on a chair across from you. His gaze lands on the bottle you're still fiddling with. His eyes widen and he lunges for the bottle, grasping it before putting it on the wall behind him. He grabs your hands, leading you towards it. You already miss his touch and are tempted to reach out for him.

'Try to break it.'

'What? Nathan, what are you getting at?'

'I'm helping you. Break it.' You sigh and focus on the bottle. Squinting your eyes, you pray something will happen.

Silence...

Nothing.

You huff in annoyance, and your shoulders sag. Nathan places his hands on your hip, the cold feeling of them sinking through the jumpsuit, giving you flashbacks to the night before.

'Try to use your hands, like you did to me.' The reminder of yesterday's events makes a scowl appear on your face. With a sigh, you focus again, your hand in front of you.

Silence...

Crash!

You jump up in excitement, turning to Nathan. He's just as excited for you, his smile stretching to his ears. You throw your hands around him and he sweeps you off your feet, twirling you around. 'You're a good teacher.' you giggle.

'I could teach you other things.' he teases. He puts you down and looks into your Y/E/C eyes. Your hands rest on his shoulders, you're comfortable enough to ask the question that you so desperately need answering.

'Why have you been so nice to me?'

'I saw how much you cared. I might be a right horny bastard most of the time but I feel different with you.'

You both stood there in silence, Nathan gazing at your face. You could tell he was genuinely admiring you, taking you in, like you'd disappear if he looked away. 'So when do you wanna see my cock?'

'Nathan!' you shouted. He let go of you and started running around; hot on his trail you ran after him. Giggles and screams filled the air- a wholesome sound rarely heard at the community centre. Eventually, you caught up to him and he hugged you again, resting his head on top of yours.

'I do like you, seriously.' he whispered.

'I know.'

The other four were watching you from afar, admiring the sweet view.

'You have to admit they are kinda cute.' Alisha spoke.

'You should see what he thinks of her, it's like he doesn't care I can read his thoughts; it's sickening,' Kelly responded, 'But he does like her a lot'

[paranoiddreams]

I beg you write for some Robert Sheehan characters 😔

Just for Her

⌗ Nathan Young x fem!reader

⌗ Warnings!! - Explicit language ofc!!!, fluff, slight angst, tension between Nathan and y/n because they’re stupid and whipped for each other, mentions of bullying, everyone treats Simon like shit still, jealousy, secret pinning, y/n is a Simon defender💅🏼, y/n’s power/ethnicity/features are not specified, 1 big cock joke 💪🏻, just general cuteness

⌗ WC!! - 1.94k

⌗ A/n!! - HI MY LOVE YES YES I AM WRITING SO MUCH RN I FEEL BAD FOR ALL THE SPEAK NO EVIL STUFF I HAVE STILL😭😭 but here’s something small for right now because I really need to get out of this weird writing funk I’m in. Sorry if the quality is shit, I’m on some new meds that are FUCKING with my head rn😀 at least I have these beautiful men (fictional and not) to keep me occupied 🤷🏻‍♀️ Speaking of, I have some stuff coming out for Mahito and Satoru soon as well, so don’t worry JJK babes, I will deliver soon🫡

Nathan couldn’t, more like wouldn’t, hold back his laughter as Simon stood before him, Curtis, Alisha, and Kelly, grunting and groaning as his face starts to turn red.

“He looks like he’s going to shit himself!” Nathan howled, keeling over in a fit of boisterous laughter.

“This is really impressive,” Alisha continued, her hand on her hip as she looked at Simon with an unimpressed expression. Curtis was snickering as well, while Kelly just frowned at the sight.

The door to the locker room swings open, the knob hitting the wall from the force of the last addition to the group enters.

“What are you guys doing? We have to paint some stupid fucking benches again!”

Everyone, including Simon, stop and look over at Y/n, who’s standing with her arms crossed over her chest next to the lockers. Her face falls as she looks around, spotting Simon who’s practically shaking in front of the group.

“Barry here was just showing us his A-list power!” Nathan chuckles, gesturing for her to come over. “Go on, Barry, show the girl!”

Simon looks back and forth between Nathan and y/n, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Y/n looks back at the jester of the group, his lips still twisted into a dumb smile.

“The fuck, Nathan?” Y/n groans. “Why are you all just laughing at him?!”

“He was standing there red as a tomato groaning,” he stops to pull a screwed up face, grunting as he impersonates the scene, “trying to show us how he turns invisible! And well, I hate to say it,” he puts his hand to the side of his lips to cover them, “but I don’t think it worked…”

Y/n rolls her eyes and walks over with a huff. “Curtis,” she asks flatly, turning her head to look up at him, “turn back time—now.”

He looks down at her confused. “What? Why? You know it doesn’t work like that!”

“Exactly!” She shouts, looking to the rest of the group. “I can’t control my power at will either, but none of you have denied it like you are with Simon!”

“I never said I believed you,” Alisha retorts.

Y/n turns her head to look at her with an annoyed huff. “Do you believe Curtis, then?”

She rests the hand on her hip at her side, her expression faltering slightly as she goes silent; she does, wholeheartedly at that.

“Right,” y/n says with a slight tilt of her head. She then turns to look back at Simon, who’s looking at her with the same wide-eyed stare he gives everyone. She then turns to look at Nathan, sending him a particularly harsh glare. “And you don’t even have a stupid power,” she sneers at him, her tone clearly fed up before she turns around, walking towards the locker room doors.

“Are you coming?!” Y/n shouts over her shoulder a few seconds later. The rest of the group reluctantly follow, Nathan looking a bit dejected—almost like a kicked puppy.

Once the group returned to the lake they were beside the day the storm happened, Curtis and Simon put the cans of white paint they were carrying down onto the seat of one of the benches. The fresh coat they’d only painted on a few weeks ago was already chipped and stained—partly from the massive clumps of hail that fell from the sky that fateful day, and partly from the ash of cigarettes smoked by the people passing by in the past few weeks.

“Well, this brings back memories, doesn’t it?” Nathan says with a deep sigh of sarcastic remembrance as he tails behind the group, his hands on his hips as he looks out upon the lake. “The day I met you lot,” he smiles, “the day you met the love of your life!”

Y/n looks back at Nathan, who’s looking at her with a cheeky smile while wiggling his eyebrows. She simply rolls her eyes before turning to help Kelly open a can of paint.

Nathan’s smirk falls slowly as he feels a sting of rejection in his chest; he was used to y/n snorting softly, or nudging him with her elbow, whenever he made a stupid joke or pass at her. But he could tell something was up, and he had a feeling it might have something to do with what happened in the locker rooms. Just maybe…

…It most definitely did. Y/n put her headphones on as soon as she started panting the bench Curtis was working on opposite of her, turning her music up all the way. She couldn’t help replaying the previous confrontation in her head as she slathered white paint onto the bench with a cheap brush. She just wanted to go home and sleep, maybe drink a few glasses of wine from her mom’s secret stash just to forget the 164 hours she has left at this place.

Although she knows she’ll most likely wake up tomorrow excited to ride along with the group as they complete various bothersome tasks; as crazy as it sounds, she’s grown close to the five of them, despite everything. Especially Nathan.

She hates to admit it, but that Irish prick has her in a chokehold. She finds herself thinking of him and his stupid jokes late at night, or when she’s getting ready in the mornings, a smile coming to her face. Usually on mornings like that, she tends to layer on her mascara just a little heavier.

But sometimes, she just can’t stand the guy; especially when he’s being a bigger dick than usual.

Ignoring her racing thoughts, brushing them off as her being a bit more irritated than usual today, y/n continues to paint the bench in front of her. She pretends she’s actually painting something meaningful, like the Mona Lisa, or her favorite piece, Saturn Devouring His Son.

But her train of thought is quickly cut off when the swelling music in her ears stops suddenly. “Hey!” She yelps, turning her head up to look at the culprit behind her.

“Whatcha’ listenin’ to?” Nathan asks with a smile as he pulls the headphones over his head, his curls falling over his face. Music pours through the padded speakers over his ears, and he starts plucking an air guitar as he dances to the song. But he quickly halts his antics when y/n shoots up from her crouched position behind the bench, yanking the headphones off of his head before darting towards the opposite direction.

“Where is she going?” Kelly turns to Nathan, brows furrowed as she glares up at him with a knowing look.

“Hell if I know!” He exclaims, dropping his hands at his sides. But before he can stop himself, Nathan feels his feet acting on instinct, trailing behind her. A few moments later, he sees her in the distance, jogging the rest of the way to her.

Y/n sits against a concrete pillar under the highway, holding a cigarette in her fingers as smoke pours from between her lips, floating above her head like a halo. She looks out over the lake, the water lapping and glittering in the sunshine.

At first when Nathan reaches her, she continues on as if he weren’t there, but then flinches to attention when he sits down next to her.

“Is my dancing that bad?” he asks when y/n pulls the muff of her headphones away from one of her ears. "Ran off like a scared deer."

She sighs softly, and takes them off completely. "And?"

"And you can't leave me with them!" Nathan exclaims in a lighthearted manner. "You know you're the only one I can barely tolerate."

Y/n exhales a soft huff of amusement, making his heart flutter softly, to which he ignores as usual.

"You were being a dick, you know?" y/n sighs. "You always are to Simon."

"Who?"

She cocks her head to look at him, a blank expression of annoyance on her face. Nathan cackles, putting his hands up in surrender.

"Alright! Alright! I was just playing with him," he defends.

"Yeah, well not everyone likes to play around like that."

"You do."

Y/n gives him a look again, and he backs off slightly. "Okay," he sighs. "I'll give the lad a proper apology...later..."

Once she analyzes his face and determines Nathan isn’t joking around completely this time, she smiles softly for the first time today, leaning her head back against the concrete pillar. Nathan mirrors her, his eyes focused on the slope of her nose as she looks out across the water--he can practically hear the cogs turning in her head.

"You can make people feel like shit sometimes," she continues after a few silent moments. Nathan pulls his eyes away from her Cupid's bow, back to her's. "I would know."

He feels a slight pang of...something in his chest. "I make you feel like shit?" He asks.

"No," she says, "not that. It's just...no offense...but I've known a few boys like you--well, not entirely like you. They didn't have..."

Nathan's smirk returns. "Good looks? Charm? A huge cock?"

Y/n giggles softly, nudging his shoulder with hers. "Shut up," she smiles, "I mean boys who cover their emotions with humor at the expense of others, they didn't have a joy for life like you, I guess. So when they'd make fun of people, it was impossible to tell the difference between jokes and insults. At first I thought you were one of those kinds of boys, and sometimes I forget you’re not."

Nathan nods softly, trying not to let his stupid jokes surface for once; because he knows she’s right. Humor is the immediate response he has to any emotion he feels. He's never thought about how it affects other's until now, despite the lectures from kids his age and adults alike over the years. What is it about y/n? He doesn't know; but he does keep listening.

"So just...try not to hide so much of yourself anymore," she sighs. “Be funny because you want to be. Not because you want to hurt someone else.”

A few moments of silence go by, only the sound of rushing water and the distant voices of the group reaching their ears.

"So...you were bullied by these guys?"

Y/n turns her head to look at Nathan. She simply nods her head and looks back at the water.

"Oh," he whispers.

She's never heard him so quiet, so speechless, before.

“I didn’t know.”

"I didn't tell you."

They sit there for a few more moments in silence, practically feeling the dragging of time going by before them. Nathan's eyes only wander back to y/n's supple cheeks when he makes the realization that, for the first time in his life, he has no jokes to tell. He isn't sliding past with an inappropriate innuendo, or breaking the silence with an offensive observation. He's just sitting in complete and udder silence with her.

"Maybe you could come with Simon and I to the pub tonight," he says after a few moments. "You know, so you can walk me through a proper apology."

Y/n turns her head, a soft smile appearing on her face. "Wow," she gasps.

"What? Want t' make it just the two of us?" Nathan asks with a cocky smirk. Y/n punches his shoulder, and for once, he relishes in the sting.

"No it's just...you called him Simon..."

Nathan's eyes widen slightly at her words, and he shakes his head softly, curls sticking up when he runs a hand through his hair.

"I--what do you mean? That's his name, isn't it?"

"Yeah," y/n laughs, "but none of us were really sure if you remembered that."

He clicks his tongue softly, cheeks going slightly red from being called out. "Yeah, yeah, I knew that. You lot really think lowly of me, huh?"

Her smile widens slightly, and she shakes her head softly. "No," she says, "At least I don't."

[lets-imagine-fanfics]

Being a counsellor and having powers too.  

Not My GIF | words: 500 [Gender Neutral]

Y/N: Hello guys, I'm the new counsellor... since the last one disappeared.  

Alisha: *mutters to the group* This one ain't gunna last long. *chuckles*

Y/N: *slightly glares at Alisha, knowing she said something* *ignores it and moves on* let's get to work shall we, today we are going to clear up all the rubbish on a few fields so the kids that go to the centre can play football on them.  

The group groan but don't move

Y/N: *tilts head* Let's go. *smirks at the group before walking out the door*

Rudy: I think I'm gunna end up sleeping with them.

Kelly: You don't have to.

Rudy: No, I'm gunna. [a/n: sorry but this really needed some b99, hehe]

You wasn't there when the so called zombies attacked. You had parked up on a car park near by so you were able to watch the group, to make sure they weren't messing about, whilst you did some paper work. All you heard was their screams before you ran over to the group.  

You saw that they were surrounded and since they were your responsibility, you ran to them.  The group was holding up their litter pickers as if they were swords, as they force some creatures back.  

You use your power and set fire to one or two of the creatures as you run past them to get to the group, once they are down you grab someone's hand and start running, knowing that speaking of a plan would take to long and none of you have the time.  

Y/N: *shouting* Run!!! *lets go of the random person's hand*

The group finally reach the van and you all scramble to get in whilst you go back.  

Curtis: Where are you going?

Y/N: I have to stop them from hurting people

Nathan: It's your funeral [a/n: I just needed them all together. So for the sake of this imagine Nathan never left]  

Nathan scrambles in the front seat to start the engine and realise you still had the keys.  

Nathan: Y/N has the keys

The Group all yell for you to come back. You manage to use your powers to destroy the creatures so they won't hurt anyone. When you get back to the van the group are all still panicking. You open the drivers door and look at Nathan, he scrambles into the back seat with the others and you drive back to the centre.  

Simon: so you have powers?

Y/N: so you know about the whole powers thing? Do you guys have powers? You speak pretty openly about it so I'm guessing so.  

The group just nods.

Y/N: well, it looks like you're not getting rid of me as fast as you got rid of the last few, doesn't it. *smirks and walks off*  

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[paranoiddreams]

SCREAMING

☆New Things- Nathan Young☆

Nathan Young x Female!Reader Your Powers are revealed and Nathan helps you Warnings: Brief mentions of sex- No Smut Words: 1250 A/N: Hellooo ghosties, been watching Misfits and thought I'd start writing for Nathan. I hope you enjoy :)

'I just don't get it, we were there and we haven't got any powers, it's not fair.' you grumbled, scrubbing the graffiti harder.

It had been a couple of weeks since the storm and everyone but you and Nathan had powers. It was depressing. Powers or not, you grew close to the gang, becoming good friends with them.

'I'm telling you Y/N, we need to have a quick shag and we'll get some.' the Irish accent chimed, his eyes mischievously gleaming. You were used to Nathan's antics; the constant banter gave you something to look forward to in the mornings, no matter how vulgar.

'Oh shut up, you wanker.' you reply, waving your hand to dismiss him. You begin to return to the task at hand when you hear a crash.

Nathan lays on the floor, not moving a muscle—a trickle of blood leaks from his forehead. Your eyes widen at the boy's state. You drop the brush on the concrete as worry consumes you. Your feet rushed towards Nathan's body. You kneel beside him, delicately placing a hand on his cheek. 'I don't understand what happened,' you begin, 'Did I do something?' you turn to the rest of the group, your eyes watering. Shock filled them while they attempted to send you a look of sympathy, not knowing how else to respond.

You focus your attention back on Nathan. Using your orange jumpsuit, you wipe the blood off his forehead. You continue cradling him, hoping he'll be okay.

'Guess that shag's off the table.' he quietly chuckled.

You breathed a sigh of relief, followed by a stream of apologies. Nathan's cold hand rests on yours, stopping your rambling. His piercing green eyes look into yours, 'Y/N, I'm fine, just help me up.' he smiles.

You smile back at him, scrambling to your feet to help him up. When you join the others, Kelly shoots you a look. She then gestures to your hand- still holding Nathan's. You quickly pull away, feeling your face flush. The probation worker prevents an awkward conversation from happening and allows you to go home. All of you walked back into the community centre, desperate to get going.

As you're getting changed you feel a tap on your shoulder. You spin around, meeting eyes with a certain curly-haired boy.

'Nathan?' you questioned.

'Wanna go for a drink?' he interrupted.

'I'd love to.'

'I'll meet you outside.' he smiled, shooting you a wink. You hurriedly got changed and said a quick goodbye before meeting Nathan in the car park.

The walk to the pub was quiet but comforting. You couldn't stop looking at him; he looked so handsome. You longed to hold his hand again, touch his face, kiss those lips.

'So how are you dealing with your new power?' he quizzed.

'I don't understand it, how come I sent you flying?'

'We'll help you, you know that.'

You couldn't believe what you were hearing, Nathan Young being supportive?

'Thanks Nathan'

He nods in response, continuing the walk to the pub. You're walking in comfortable silence when you feel Nathan throw his arm around your shoulder. The sudden contact sent a shudder through your body.

After what felt like an eternity, you arrived at the bar, finding a table and getting your drinks. It was awkward at first but soon became like heaven. Drinks kept coming and the laughs were never-ending. You didn't want to leave.

'Shit, I should be getting home.' you said

'Do you want me to walk you home?'

'I'd like that.'

You finished the last of your drink and started heading out. The cold night air hit your skin, making you shiver. Nathan walked alongside you, taking notice. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. A smile played on your face, you fit so perfectly together, his arm belongs on you. 'It must be a sign' you thought.

You couldn't stop staring at him, thinking about him, wanting him. One question played in the back of your mind, why was he being so nice? His beautiful accent snapped you out of your thoughts, 'Well this is goodbye, for now, no cock reveal just yet.' he joked.

'I'll see you tomorrow.' you smiled sweetly as you entered your home. He sends a grin back and goes on his way. You hover near the door for a while; almost like you're waiting for him to return. Unbeknownst to you, Nathan wanted nothing more than to come back and be in your company.

The next morning arrived and you were sat on the roof, mindlessly kicking a stray bottle. You hear footsteps and feel hands over your eyes. 'Simon is that you?' you tease. Your eyesight returns and the dramatic slap of arms echoes in your ears.

'Really?, of all people you think I'm Simon?'

You turn to look at Nathan, a questioning look on your face- curious as to what he was doing.

'Just thought I'd check up on you' he said, plopping down on a chair across from you. His gaze lands on the bottle you're still fiddling with. His eyes widen and he lunges for the bottle, grasping it before putting it on the wall behind him. He grabs your hands, leading you towards it. You already miss his touch and are tempted to reach out for him.

'Try to break it.'

'What? Nathan, what are you getting at?'

'I'm helping you. Break it.' You sigh and focus on the bottle. Squinting your eyes, you pray something will happen.

Silence...

Nothing.

You huff in annoyance, and your shoulders sag. Nathan places his hands on your hip, the cold feeling of them sinking through the jumpsuit, giving you flashbacks to the night before.

'Try to use your hands, like you did to me.' The reminder of yesterday's events makes a scowl appear on your face. With a sigh, you focus again, your hand in front of you.

Silence...

Crash!

You jump up in excitement, turning to Nathan. He's just as excited for you, his smile stretching to his ears. You throw your hands around him and he sweeps you off your feet, twirling you around. 'You're a good teacher.' you giggle.

'I could teach you other things.' he teases. He puts you down and looks into your Y/E/C eyes. Your hands rest on his shoulders, you're comfortable enough to ask the question that you so desperately need answering.

'Why have you been so nice to me?'

'I saw how much you cared. I might be a right horny bastard most of the time but I feel different with you.'

You both stood there in silence, Nathan gazing at your face. You could tell he was genuinely admiring you, taking you in, like you'd disappear if he looked away. 'So when do you wanna see my cock?'

'Nathan!' you shouted. He let go of you and started running around; hot on his trail you ran after him. Giggles and screams filled the air- a wholesome sound rarely heard at the community centre. Eventually, you caught up to him and he hugged you again, resting his head on top of yours.

'I do like you, seriously.' he whispered.

'I know.'

The other four were watching you from afar, admiring the sweet view.

'You have to admit they are kinda cute.' Alisha spoke.

'You should see what he thinks of her, it's like he doesn't care I can read his thoughts; it's sickening,' Kelly responded, 'But he does like her a lot'