nebraskan lights | skammy (finished)

06 | nate

I pulled myself up of the floor, making eye contact with the blushing boy in front of me.

"So??" I drug out the word, "how are we getting out?"

"There's a hidden door back there," he said pointing to a corner of the room, "we can get back to the main staircase there."

It hit me when I was on the sixth step and I almost fell down the stairs. "It" being social media.

"You are going to be gaining lots of followers, loser," I told him, as I started to walk up the stairs.

"W-what do you mean?" he was panicking, I could tell.

"Well if they got pictures of us, you're going to get my fans to following you. Really simple concept."

"But they don't even know me, or my twitter or any other social media. Plus, you don't even follow me, they won't know."

"Give me your Twitter boy," I sung it in a high-pitched voice as I started to take the stairs two at a time.

"SammyWilk on all of my social media," he shyly smiled at me.

I looked down the stairs, still jogging up them, praying not to fall, and pulled out my phone and opened my Twitter app.

"@skatemaloley: i met a new friend the other day, @sammywilk! but only i call him sammy."

I tweeted it and stopped when I got to the lobby doors to wait for Sam to catch up, "there's some followers, loser."

"S-stop calling me loser," he panted as he finally reached the door.

"You're out of shape," I laughed, opening the lobby doors for myself and Sam.

"T-t-that was hard! Taking t-two stairs at a time and all of tha-"

"God, you're so awkward," I shook my head, "but not like weird awkward. Funny awkward, it amuses me."

Sam blushed a lot as he sat cross-legged on the lobby couch. You could see sunset boulevard from the door, and the beach was a five minute walk away.

"How'd you get famous and stuff?" I heard his quiet voice finally ask.

"It all started last year when I was associated with the biggest asshole known to earth, but I do have him to pay for my fame and all."

"And?" He quieted asked after he realized I wasn't taking it further.

"Cameron Dallas was his name," I laughed, thinking about it now, "I live with the kid now. Still an asshole from time to time but I live with him."

"You live with him?"

"Why are you so surprised?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"W-well," he looked frightened, "I m-meant like you just seem like you'd live alone.."

"Get it a lot," I laughed, "but he had a movie premier, I went, met some people, rapped for them, and got signed that night. What can I say? I'm a charmer."

Sam's eyes darted in between two skaters outside as he let out a soft, "oh."

"Well what about you?" I asked him, "how'd you get noticed?"

"Well, I really won't call it 'noticed' because it was because of my friends who pressured me to follow whatever the heck I'm doing."

Rays of light trickled through the window, lighting up Sam's eyes and cheeks and stray pieces of hair.

"I mean it's crazy, I guess," he stuttered with a few words before he finally settled with, "just a few days ago, I was in Nebraska and everything has changed."

"Who are your friends?" I kind of snapped for some reason causing the younger boy to flinch.

"Carter Reynolds and Matthew Espinosa, I guess they have connections with the studio or whatever."

My heart dropped at the sound of his name and my fists clenched, "fuck."

"What?" Sam said alarmed at my sudden outburst.

"Listen I would love to stay and chat but I have to go. Bye."

"W-wait, Nate," he stood up making a small attempt to grab for my wrist.

I kept going and I heard him sit back down with a small sad sigh and watched people skate down sunset boulevard.

* *

My fingers were tapping his number faster than I thought was ever possible.

He picked up on the second ring.

"Long time, no talk, asshole."

"No time for fucking games," I growled, feeling my hand form into a clenched fist. "What the hell are you doing with him?"

"I have no ide-"

"For Gods sake," I screamed, "you can't do this to him. What the fuck?!"

"Does he even know what you did to me, you fucking asshole?! All you care about is yourself!"

"I tend to watch out for myself," I snarled, kicking the bathroom room over and over again, "unlike someone who acts with complete recklessness."

"I act in complete recklessness," he snarled right back, "because I can. By the way honey, that doesn't even make sense."

"You're going to end up hurting Sam more than helping him! You don't fucking understand," my voice was reaching the danger zone.

"Says the weed-smoking, girl-banging, asshole-of-a-rapper."

"Shut the fuck up!" I screamed at him, and I knew I was winning now. "Listen, fucker, he likes me and he still likes me to this day. Why can't you get it through your fucking brain! Who the hell cares if I fucked around with you how many years ago? Two? Three? Who gives a fuck?!"

"I do because you forced yourself on me and I was completely not okay through whatever the hell you put me through!"

"You weren't even famous, you were a fan of my music what did you expect?"

"I expected to be treated like a human being," he snorted back at me. I could see the hurt look on his face right now. "Do us all a favor and stay away from Sam Wilkinson."

"Listen-"

"Stop fucking around with people." He whispered. "Don't do what you did to me to Sam, please."

And with that, the line went dead, and I sunk to the bathroom floor.

* *

authors note: ahhhhhh!!! so if u didn't understand the last part nate called someone and had a conversation to HIM about sam.

i had so much fun writing this chapter and pls don't forget to vote and comment bc it makes me super happy.

w/every ounce of love i have, m xx