Nathan Kingston has been forgotten by the world. A dad that fucked off when he was young and a mother gone days at a time with work he feels alone. Especially since he goes to the most elite private school in the city on scholarship. He's falling do...
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Ivy Matthews
The second I hang up the phone something feels off but I try to shrug it off, packaging up the rest of the cinnamon buns for the fundraiser and putting the extras into a tin.
By the time I've finished putting everything into the boxes my moms gonna take into the fundraiser at Carolina's school tomorrow, the sun is already setting against the horizon of the New York City skyline and I decide to watch some TV in the living room while I wait for the rest of my family to get home from various practices and jobs.
In the mood to sing my heart out along with the soundtrack, I start Pitch Perfect and head into the kitchen to make myself some popcorn while the intro to the movie plays. I've barely sat down on the couch by the time the doorbell rings and I huff, reluctantly getting up off the couch to probably let in Jackson because he forgot his keys.
He doesn't ring the doorbell over and over again like he normally does and when I swing the door open ready to tell him off for always forgetting his keys I know why.
It's not Jackson at the door.
It's Nathan Kingston standing on my front steps with what looks like a cold tear stricken face. But I don't get much time to look at him or wonder why he's here because the second he sees that it's me who opened the door he attacks me, wrapping his arms around me and squeezing me into him like I'm his lifeline.
"You care." He mumbles against where his head is buried into my neck.
I can't move. I feel like I'm in shock. His warm body wrapping around me gives me a feeling of comfort with every inch that our bodies are touching that I can't even acknowledge what he said.
When I feel like I've regained use of my body I slowly inch us back into the house so I don't let in any more of the frigid winter air.
But he doesn't let go. Not for what feels like forever. when he finally pulls back, unwinding his arms from around me a sense of disappointment hits me for a moment before I can finally asses him and the new tears that have streamed down his cheeks.
We just keep staring at each other for a second before I hesitantly reach up and wipe the tear from under one of his eyes, "of course I care, you're my friend. I thought you weren't coming today, you said something came up."
He looks up at the ceiling, breaking eye contact for a second before meeting my gaze again, "it uh, cleared up. Sorry, I'm late, what do we need to work on?"
"Well... I've already done all my homework and I don't have any tests this week so do you want to maybe stay and watch a movie?" I shrug with a shy smile, trying to come off as nonchalant when I'm secretly giddy inside that he's here.
"Uh, yeah, sure, that's... cool. I'll just meet you over there."
I giggle a little at his nervousness but make my way back to the couch, leaving him to his own devices to take off his winter clothes and join me in the living room. When he does finally finish getting all his outer layers off he sits down on the opposite side of the popcorn bowl and I click start on the movie.
