Drunk or Sober

Number Four / Lennox's POV

up there is allison and isaac for and obvs lennox and nate look nothing like that buttttt

majority of this is a flashback ;)

SATURDAY

"I'm SO READY for this!"

"It's just group therapy, Lennox." Ramona said, giggling.

"Are we even allowed?" Nate asked.

"Who even cares? Let's just go!" I smiled and held my hand out for his to hold. He blushed.

Nate always made it obvious when he was nervous. His cheeks would flush ruby red, and when I'd say something, he'd just stare back at me; his eyes glazed over and his lips in a smile.

I asked him about it one time, and he told me he often got lost in my eyes because they, and I, were both the kind of beautiful you don't get tired looking at.

And even though we'd both promise dating one another wouldn't be mushy or sappy, I let that one slide.

Nate asked me out me out during homecoming.

It was about an hour after we had been making rounds on the center on the floor and at the punch bowl, when Mrs. May caught Nate and I dancing rather close to each other- too close for her comfort- then took an even closer look at our flashy outfits, only to send us on our way in a horrified and disgusted manner.

I'm pretty sure she screamed at us too, for a good ten minutes, but Nate and I were definitely too busy not caring to listen.

Anyway, while we were shoved out of the gym entrance- not by Mrs. May either- rather the herd of rambunctious freshmen that figured being fashionably late was also intended for school dances, he held my hands in hopes that we wouldn't get separated or lost.

That's what I thought at least, until we got outside and his hands were still locked in mine.

This wasn't the first time he'd done this, and it reminded me of our 'date' where we'd also accidentally kissed; emphasis on accidentally.

Don't get any ideas; I honestly doubted any chance of Nate asking me out that night.

Fast forward to us walking through Sterling City, when a car pulls up next to us. Keep in mind it's late, we're tired, and looking for a thrill.

FLASHBACK

"You guys looking for the party?" A guy with shaggy blonde hair poked his head out of the passenger seat had asked.

Nate and I exchanged glances, debating whether this moment was one to live and take a chance, or start running.

Of course, you'd probably assume that we were all for this adventure, right?

You're wrong. But a girl in the back seat had already opened the door and practically hauled both of us inside. "Welcome!" She yelled, standing up and waving her head and arms out of the roof window.

"It smells weird in here." I whispered over the drone of repeating techno beats.

"That would be weed, Lennox." Nate broke into a fit of laughter.

"Oh, shut up, Nathaniel!" Full names were used to ensure seriousness, even though I wasn't trying to be serious, I was more or less trying to tease him back. "Like you've ever taken weed!"

"First of all, you don't take weed." He laughed harder until I punched his side. I felt something break.

My mouth widened as I tried to list his shirt to examine any damage I had done. Grey's Anatomy had taught me well.