POV Nate
"Alright, Thank you". I hung up the phone with my right-hand man and sat against the hood of my car, waiting.
The clock on my phone read 8 o'clock as I grew more uneasy and lit a joint, blowing the smoke with the wind.
"Hey Nathan, figured it was you out here. The only one I know who'd come to a house party and stay outside brooding.". Angelica said as she sauntered down the house steps with a red party cup in her hand.
"Where's your brother?". I replied coldly.
"Who? Damien? Not a clue. Probably off in a corner somewhere finger banging some girl who's stupid enough to find him attractive".
She was wearing a blood-red romper and heels with her hair in a neat bun but though I could smell the liquor from her cup, I could tell by her face she had watered it down.
"Please tell me you're not gonna start a fight with that idiot, especially at my party". She turned her head knowing full well it was something I'd do.
"Not here". I chuckled softly and passed her the joint trading it for whatever was in the cup.
"Better not. Also, you're such a dick Nate, it's been hours and you haven't even said-"
"Happy birthday". I raised my brows and watched her exhale the weed smoke into the evening night breeze.
"Still a dick". We both laugh and crackle before catching each other's gaze. "Y'know, we could do something other than smoking while you're waiting on that loser".
"Like what?". I take a sip of the watered-down drank and look at her.
"I dunno, you tell me".
After another sip, I could see she was nearly chest to chest with me, gripping my jacket and going in for a kiss.
For a second, I opened my mouth, sucking in a bit of air before exhaling through my nose, noticeably pulling away.
"Let go". I command dryly.
"Yes, sir". Angelica acquiesced in disappointment and sat against the car, staring at the night sky.
"Still with Tiger, I'm assuming?". She hands the joint back and sighs at my silent nod as I pull out the joint and place it in a plastic bag.
"Be honest Nate, why are you even with her? It's bad enough my little sister ran away with her dumbass friend but It's been months now and you guys barely talk without fighting every other day and when you choose not to say anything, I'm THE ONE who has to hear about it if you're not already punching something".
I put down what's left in the cup and put it on the ground.
"I'm telling you this as your best and only friend besides Manuel. Either fix it or get out, the Nathan I know would've snapped at her by now, no one disrespects you, not even me but she does on a technicality.". She grabs my arm and stares into my eyes.
"Whatever your decision is, I'll support you and when you're ready we'll talk about whatever this weird shit is between us. I gotchu.". I crack a small but genuine smile and soak in what little bit of joy I've felt all day.
"Heard you been lookin for me, Paddle". A nauseating but intoxicated voice cut through the moment like a knife. "Whaddya want?"
"I just wanna talk, Damien, that's it". I sit up straight to see the Salt captain on the porch with maybe five at least of his cronies around him.
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Pannel & Hook
Mystery / ThrillerPete always came as a package deal with his older brother Nathan...for better or for worse. In a city filled with drugs, sex and a sprinkle of violence I suppose there's nothing else to say but Welcome to Neverland. Can Pete keep his normal life and...
