She's With The Band

𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

Hi guys!

I moved into college yesterday for my freshman year so updates are going to probably be slower (I'm so sorry)

I don't do TW's ever but I just thought I should let you guys know that there is homophobic language in this chapter.

With that being said, this is a long one. And I hope you guys like it :))

Nate's Point of View:

"Stupidest person alive." Dean tsked while he drank some beer.

I rolled my eyes and resisted the childlike instinct to huff. "Say it again, it'll have a better effect next time asshole." I shot back as I crammed a sushi roll into my mouth, struggling with the chopsticks.

Dean snickered, and took a long sip of beer as he rested his elbow against the cold counter. He placed his palm that had an icepack on it against his jaw area and winced as he leaned against it, trying to soothe the burning pain I had caused him. I now feel bad and just stupid over what I did, but it was in the heat of the moment and what he had said really got under my skin enough to cause me to snap. I sipped on some water, and sighed tiredly as Dean continued to drink.

The Met Gala was something. We just got back, and we're all exhausted. The party went into the next day, being this morning, and also being that it's 2am...I'm fucking starving, I mean we all are, and I just need to eat. So I'm eating this sushi that I got in some random sketchy grocery store on the way back from the Met Gala. The small plastic container came with chopsticks that I'm struggling to use, because it's hard and I'm like I said before, I'm really exhausted.

Out of the corner of my eye, well considering he's sitting right next to me I can see Dean just downing a bottle of beer, and he hasn't stopped. Watching as his throat bobs and he continues to swallow, and swallow, and swallow.

I wrinkled my forehead at him, hoping to get some sort of reaction from him but, he didn't seem to notice. He just stared forwards and chugged his beer like it was a race.

"Stop that, it's like three AM." I finally groaned, having had enough of watching my best friend drown himself in liquor.

I grabbed the beer bottle from his lips and placed it down on the table, making a loud noise.

"Aw he cares." Dean cooed as I rolled my eyes and sipped on my own water.

"Should I say I'm sorry?" Dean asked, his lips quirking up into a funny grin as I rolled my eyes again, smiling softly.

I let out a sigh and place my water on the counter, keeping it in my hand as I stared at it. "I probably should first. I did punch you in the jaw." I said, settling for what I had said as I turned to face him.

He looked at me flatly, still holding the ice pack to his jaw.

"Sorry."

I cringed while saying it, I don't know why I did either. We fight sometimes, apologize, and make up. It shouldn't be something that is awkward at all- I think I just still feel incredibly guilty and that's why my chest feels tighter then it had moments ago. I shook my head and looked down at my sushi while I poked at it with the thin wooden chopsticks.

Yeah, what Dean had said set me off and I swung at him, losing control completely.

Oh, and yeah. If any crystal clear clarification was needed, Brady and I used to fuck.

"Sorry I guess." Dean shrugged against the ice pack.

I raised my brows.

"I guess?" I repeated as I pulled my eyebrows together and faced him.