Love me, Love me

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A/N: Hey everybody! This chapter is from Nathan/White's POV. And please, if you know anything about any of the languages used in this chapter, I'd love to fix any errors. I just used google translate which I know can be flawed. Anyway, enjoy the chapter!!

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I couldn't believe he fucking showed up here. This was supposed to be something I could do without him lurking in the shadows. He'd always been around, my entire life. I couldn't seem to get rid of him. He was like a goddamn tumour, sticking to my body and draining all my energy. I know you must be wondering what the hell happened but I can't quite tell you that yet.

I was sitting with my back against the uncomfortable, metal headboard of my newest bed. I was staring at the ceiling since I didn't feel like doing anything else. Also, I didn't doubt that Mateo was working and I had less of a chance of running into him in here. Luckily, no one else was here so I didn't have to deal with anyone's bullshit. Well, until someone walked in. He was tall and his hair was a bright orange. I couldn't seem to remember his name.

"Hey," he said shortly, sitting on the end of the bed across from mine.

"Hey," I responded, sitting up and resting my arms on my knees.

"Nathan, right?" he asked, clasping his hands and leaning his elbows onto his knees.

"That's right," I said, nodding. "You are...?"

"Arthur," he said back, meeting my eyes. "Your brother is here?"

I nodded again. "That is the one topic I'd prefer not to discuss."

"Alright then," he said, raising his hands in surrender. "What about... why are you stuck here?"

"I'm not stuck here," I said, meeting his eyes. He gave me a confused look so I decided to elaborate. "I drive race cars professionally and I've never done anything else. I drive and I drive and I drive. I thought this would be different. I thought it would be a break. I thought maybe people would see me as something more than a race car driver if I went out of my comfort zone."

"Mission accomplished," Arthur said, grinning at me so dimples formed on his cheeks.

I managed a smile back, shifting so I was sitting on the end of my bed like him. We were in more or less the same position now. "Why are you stuck here?"

He nodded, swallowing hard and avoiding my eyes. "I need the money. My mother and I live alone and we don't exactly have stable income. The company who sent us here is funding her while I'm gone. We'll get more when I get back. I think we'll be set after that."

"Your mother doesn't work?" I asked, curious all of a sudden.

"No, she had an accident a few years ago. She was fine but she busted up her hip pretty badly. When she walks, she has to rest after from how bad it hurts. So, I work for the both of us," he said, letting out a long breath. His head shot up as he looked me in the eyes. "Anyway, what about you? What do your parents do?"

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"Théo! Devuélvesela!" I shouted, grinning even though I was angry. Give it back!

"Eres ridículo sabes!" he shouted back, holding my hat above his head as I tried to jump for it. You're ridiculous, you know!

"English, please," Carson said as he walked in, grabbing my hat and handing it back to me.

"Sorry, Uncle Carson," we chorused, slumping our shoulders in unison.

He smiled and patted us both on the head. "Because your father is just my best friend, it does not make me your real uncle. I do like the name though."