Endgame | A Bronwyn + Nate fanfic

Part 5

Nate's POV

September 22, 6:43 AM

I'm lying in my bed, replaying last night's conversation with Bronwyn in my head. I can't stop thinking about the way she smiled when I said... whatever it was that I said. I toss off the covers and get out of bed, padding to the kitchen to make some coffee. My mind is racing with what-ifs and maybes.

What if she doesn't feel the same way? What if she thinks I'm just messing with her? What if...

I pour myself a cup of coffee and sit down at the table, trying to calm down. My phone buzzes on the counter. I glance over and see a text from Bronwyn, and I have to stop myself from pouncing on the phone. Have a shadow of composure, Nate.

"Hey. Last night. Did you mean it?" she writes.

My heart skips a beat. Did I mean it? Of course, I meant it! But what did I mean exactly? Did I mean "I like you" or... something more?

"Yup," I reply, trying to sound casual. "I meant it."

The response comes a little slower than I think Bronwyn has ever replied to a text.

"Awesome!" she writes eventually, and I almost laugh. All that time... for a word? So unlike Bronwyn. "So... do you want to take me out sometime?"

I take a sip of my coffee, feeling a thrill run through me as I read her words. This is it. This is my chance.

"Actually," I say, hoping it sounds nonchalant, "I was thinking of doing something a little more... special."

There's a pause before she responds.

"What did you have in mind?" she asks. I can imagine her saying this, her tone all cute and curious. Nate, you idiot.

I lean back in my chair, trying to think of the perfect response. Something that is like a date but casual, but also not.

"I was thinking maybe we could go to the movies?" I suggest, trying to sound casual.

The response comes back quickly.

"Sounds lovely," she writes. "When were you thinking?"

I breathe a sigh of relief. It's happening. It's really happening.

"How about Friday?" I ask. I cringe, but press send anyway.

I nervously sip my coffee again. Someone remind me why I drink coffee when I'm nervous. Everyone who ever bothered to try and imprint their advice has told me it's bad, but who am I to listen?

"Sounds perfect!" she writes. "I'll meet you at 6. Looking forward to it!"

I set my phone down, feeling a mix of emotions. It's happening. It's really happening.

And now I have no idea what I'm doing.

But for now, I'll just smile and nod along, hoping that somehow, someway, this works out.

~A/N~ Sorry for the slow updates! Enjoy, stay safe, luv y'all