Let's Make This Moment a Crime (Nate Ruess) *THIS STORY IS HORRIBLE DON'T READ*

Chapter Three

Warning: Sexual refrences, alcohol abuse, self-injury refrence, suicide refrence

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"That's it, Nate. We're done. For good."

There was a click and Rachel hung up.

Shocked, I put the phone down. I slammed my head down on the kitchen island and started to cry.

I couldn't believe it.

After all these years, Rachel broke it off over the stupidest reason. She thought that she had my virginity, when I had hers, and she didn't. She never asked, so I never said anything. But then, during our last affair, I said something about my old highschool girlfriend, Ivy, and she called me up later, steaming mad, to ask if Ivy was my first. She had done something like this before when she called me thinking that I was in love with Emily Moore.

Jack heard my quiet sobs and came in from his room to put an arm around my shoulders.

"Nate, what's wrong, man?" he inquired.

I slightly lifted my head. "Your beautiful sister just broke up with me," I replied.

Jack looked taken aback. "Why?"

"Something about not knowing I was not a virgin when we first had sex."

Jack made a face. He had a hard time picturing his sister ever having sex with me. Plus, he didn't want to imagine it.

"Women!" he exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

I nodded in agreement. "Tell me about it."

I got up and dried the tears off my green eyes.

"I'm going to the bar," I muttered, replacing my contacts with my dark rimmed glasses. Jack nodded solemnly, and I put on some shoes and a Hollister jacket and left for the bus stop down the street.

It was a cold New Jersey evening and I jammed my fists in my jacket pockets. It was never like this in Arizona.

Sitting at the bar, I slapped down a dollar.

"A shot of Smirnoff, Bill," I told the bartender.

He must have seen my ugly, depressed look, and he examined my face.

"You don't look too good, son," he said. "You should go home and rest."

I shook my head. "Getting myself drunk helps more."

Bill pursed his lips, going to get my shot. "Bad habit, Nate."

"Do I look like I care?"

"Nate, I've known you for years. Every year you start drinking more and more."

I ignored him and kept my head low.

"Ever since you left that girl when you were about eighteen..."

I gasped and blew up at him, feeling my green eyes catch fire. "You better watch it, or I won't tip you!" I hissed at Bill, feeling the hair on the back of my neck rise. "Just give me the fucking shot!"

Bill made a smart move and shook his head, handing me back my dollar.

"I won't allow you to binge drink, pal."

Annoyed, I stuffed the dollar into my pocket.

"Whatever. I guess I'll just drink at home."

I left for the door, giving Bill The Finger over my shoulder. I suddenly didn't even want to drink. All I wanted to do was die. Maybe I'll go and jump off the old bridge. Or cut myself till I bleed to death. I was already slitting my wrists on a daily basis. About to exit, I heard a soft, girly, and shy voice call me out.

"Excuse me," she said, "Do you have a second?"

I turned around to see a beautiful girl about my age. She was stunning, her pale, concerned face soft and heart-shaped, freckled cheeks finished with a pink blush all the way to her high cheekbones. She had long fingernails painted a hot pink, and her eyes seemed almost painted a crystal china blue.

"Yeah?" I replied, my face softening. This girl looked oddly familiar, her long blond hair dip-dyed to hot pink at the tips. I had this thing for girls with dip-dyed hair...

"Would you like to dance?"

Confused why a complete stranger would ask me to dance, I nodded anyways.

"Sure," I answered, walking with her onto the floor and taking her delicate hands.

We were slow dancing for a while, until the strange sensation that I knew the girl was really bothering me.

"Who are you?" I whispered in her ear.

The familiar girl grinned.

"Nathaniel Joseph Ruess, we have each other's virginity," she replied with a wink, and I almost died right there.

"I-Ivy!?" I stammered, and she nodded.

I spun her into my chest and wrapped my arms around her waist. I felt salty tears sting my eyes.

"I thought I'd never see you again..." I murmured.

"I told you I'd wait for you, Nate."

She turned around to face me, and gripped my hands.

"Why are you here in New Jersey?" I asked her.

"To look for you," she replied. "I never stopped loving you."

"I didn't either..." I said quietly, in no more than a whisper. Tears started to drip down my face, and I brought her lips to mine and lightly kissed her.

"Can I take you home?" I asked with pleading green eyes, staring into Ivy's light blue eyes.

She nodded. "Are Andrew and Jack home?"

"Yeah," I replied, and we set off for my apartment.