nebraskan lights | skammy (finished)

11 | sam

"Come on, Sam, try a little harder." my music producer tried to get me to try on this song I hate.

"I can't Max," I sighed dropping the headphones unto the microphone stand. "I'm going to get some fresh air, be back in fifteen."

"Fine," I heard Max mumble and that's all it took to send me flying up the stairs.

"You've got that long hair, slicked back, white tee shirt," I sang under my breath as I stepped outside. "I've got that good girl faith, and a tight little skirt."

"Why the hell are you singing Taylor Swift?"

I jumped about ten feet in the air, "oh my god."

"Are you going to answer my question?"

"Nate-" I turned to look at him and a struggled sound came from my throat. "Nate, what happened?"

His jawline had a huge bruise on it and it was a dark purple color. He pulled his hood up to prevent me from the staring.

"Got in a little fight, it's okay."

"You got punched right in your jaw! How are you 'fine'? You need to stop fighting."

Nate sighed, "it was for you, dumbfuck. I got punched for you."

"What?" I asked, shaking my head confused.

"Johnson was yelling at me for doing something, then he brought you up, I got pissed and yelled back, and then Gilinsky punched me in the face because I yelled at Johnson and I told him he wouldn't do it and he did."

"Jesus Christ, Nate," I sighed, touching his jawline and running my finger across it, "you're too much trouble for your own good."

Nate shrugged, "as long as you're okay and safe."

"I'm okay and safe," I assured him.

"Oh yeah," he said as he stood up, "I like that song."

"You?" I snorted, "like a Taylor Swift song?"

"Hey," Nate opened the door for me, "it's catchy as hell."

I killed the song when I went back in with Nate's watchful eyes and warm smile on me the whole time.

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We exited the studio together late that night and I heard Nate sigh with content as soon as the cool California night air hit his face.

"It's nice here." I said, "but I kind of miss Omaha."

"Me too," Nate nodded, "yeah I used to live there too."

I nodded slightly in the dim light, "I liked it there, but I like it here too."

"I have to show you something," Nate smirked, grabbing my wrist and tugging me through the night.

I let out breathy laughs, "Nate! I'm going to fall if you keep yanking my wrist any harder!"

He dropped my wrist and laced our fingers together, "you will like this place. I found it with Nash a long time ago."

He pulled me through foliage and trees and shallow creeks, but he insisted he would carry me over the creeks so my pants wouldn't get wet.

We finally burst into a clearing surrounded by trees and fireflies. There were lawn chairs, which I knew were Nate's, and a campfire pit. It was so perfect and calm.

"You can look up and see all the stars," Nate commented staring at my wonderstruck face. "I just never had anyone to share it with and now I do."

My heart swelled, "it's really amazing."

"Now," Nate said as he sat down in a lawn chair. "I don't know anything about you as a person. Now, sit down and tell me all about you."

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It had to be four in the morning by the time we were done talking. I made a mental note of the things I discovered about the once mysterious Nate.

Things I learned from Nate:
• he likes summer
• he hates wet socks, the color gray, and girls who throw themselves at him
• he had a rough time with his family
• he didn't open up to many people
• he got a scar above his right eyebrow from falling into a coffee table when he was four.
• he hates the freckles that sometimes pop up vibrantly in the summer (I can see them now and I love them)
• he said his hair is always a mess
• he's confident as hell with himself
• he's extremely possessive with things that are "his".

I sighed as I held his hand in content peacefulness as he drove me back to my apartment.

"Thank you for tonight," I said as I stood up with a warm smile at him.

"It's not a date, bro," he laughed at me, rolling his eyes. "I just showed you a place I usually hang out with Nash at and usually drink and smoke until we are high as fuck and drunk as fuck. Really nothing extreme."

"Thank you, anyways," I blushed, "see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, probably not," Nate said adjusting his hands on the corvette's wheel, "gotta go get my jaw checked out, it's killing me."

"Text me," I said as I turned away.

"Maybe, hot shot!"

With that, I turned around just in time to see him smirk at me and drive away into the rising sun.

Then, the exhaustion hit me like a billion pounds of bricks. I struggled with my key when I heard my phone ding with a text. I pulled it out, frustrated, just wanting to get to bed.

FROM: shawn mendes

'Hey we need to talk.'

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authors note:

spot someone new.
could it be.,.,.,. SHAWN
yeah i really liked writing this chapter bc it was fun and cute. :-)
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