Aight so if y'all wanna thank anyone for this chapter, thank my good friend fanth51 because it's her birthday and this is what I wanted to give her.
Also sorry for the horrendously long wait, I've been working a lot on other things and now have two out of Wattpad contests.
Great, right?
I hope you enjoy!
Trick :3
______Nate
It wasn't everyday that I actually woke up to the sound of silence, to the feeling of safety, but today wasn't like other days. Today my step father and mom were out of town. And it's Saturday.
Which means one thing...
Aggressive air guitar solos to my singing of anime theme songs.
I grabbed my glasses of the side table and pulled on a tee-shirt. The shirt covered my skin from the cold autumn air, 'cause it's cold as all hell in Canada. Like, all the time.
I rolled out of bed, feet landing on the floor just quick enough to stop myself from simply colliding with said floor.
I quickly pounded my way down the stairs, using my sock-covered feet to slid into the brightly-lit kitchen, and shielding my eyes from the early morning sun. I ran a hand through my hair as I opened the fridge, grabbing the cream for a mug of coffee. I leaded against the tile siding of the island as the coffee brewed, enjoying the smell of Tim Horton's flavoured coffee.
I grabbed a nut-covered breakfast bar and my now creamed coffee and sat at the oak table. I pulled my cell out of the waistband of my batman themed pants and typed in my password "0070". I opened up the tumblr app, after, of corse, enjoying looking at my screensaver of Gerard Way. I immediately went to the messages, and saw one from Dookie.
[dude I just woke up to thunder so loud that I could hear my neighbour's dogs bark, and just when the dogs stopped barking my alarm went off with a static noise. I hate mornings]
Good morning to you too, sunshine.
[nate it's a weekend and I'm up before 11 this is a problem]
For you maybe, I like the morning. Prefer it sometimes.
[yea but ur also canadianian, you guys are weird, we actually sleep here]
Did you just call me "Canadianian"?
[too early for this]
Never too early for this.
I stretched and finished my last gulp of my slightly cold coffee, then walked back up the stairs. I went to my room and left the door open for once as I played the theme song to Sword Art Online and sang.
I played a couple more songs, imagining performing them in my head, and swaying my hips with the beat or yelling in the heat of the song. I looked at my phone again and saw another message, so I checked it.
[aight im goin back to bed, talk later?]
Of corse, good nap time Hunter.
I put my phone on my bookshelf, deciding to get dressed. I went to my closet and pulled on a pair of worn black jeans, a Warped Tour tee shirt, a maroon zip up hoodie and a grey beanie to cover my hair, which I'd prefer not to pull out with a brush today.
I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face, not wanting to spend a lot more time at home. Yeah, it's nice to have it to myself, but I'm bored and want to go out, probably to the park or where ever the wind takes me. I grabbed a pair of white earbuds from my closet and plugged those into my phone, which still had no messages from Hunter.
I thumped back down the stairs and stood by the door, grabbing my black winter boots and a pair of touch screen gloves to fight off the cold. I pressed play to my favourite playlist, labelled "Nerdy Songs That Are V Good.". And with that, I walked out the door, into the harsh autumn air.
Turns out the wind did take me to the park, but I was down with that. I mean, who was I to disagree with the wind so I stayed. No big deal.
I walked to a vender on the corner of Oak and Cedar to get a beaver tail, coated with brown sugar. (A/N a beaver tail is the Canadian elephant ear, not an actual beaver tail) I smiled at the man who made the snack of happiness and put the change into the tip cup, because I felt like being nice to someone for today. I walked away and sat down at a park bench and started to ravenously eat my beaver tail when my phone gave an annoying buzz, which meant a message or app notification.
I wiped my hand on the side of my pants and fished the phone out of my pocket, seeing that it was from tumblr I quickly opened the app. There was a message from Dookie, so I of corse checked.
[hey so i was thinking that we should Skype of something]
[*or]
Um sure yeah when?
[im fine now if u want]
I'm out right now, can I skype you in twenty?
[:)]
I'll take that as a yes.
__________
Yet again I wanna say sorry for the long wait!!! I've been v v busy but I haven't forgotten.
Pease out nerds,
Trick
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FanfictionNate Smith was not a very popular person. He was dealing with anxiety, being bullied and homophobic parents. The thing that really kept him from ending it was Tumblr. More specifically @Dookieshed, the American boy he had befriended over Tumblr, a p...