GrahamScott Oneshots

Chapter 2

Nathan and Warren meet when Nathan finds Warren's lost pet.

AU: Warren is 22 and Nathan is 23. Nathan owns his dad's business and is super rich. Warren is just a average middle-class white dude.

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"Shit, shit, shit!" Nathan winced at the sound of lightning striking once more above him. It wasn't as relaxing as it was when it played through his headphones as he fell asleep. It was terrifying, knowing that a bolt of electricity could come down and kill you at any moment. He held his briefcase over his head, keeping his slicked back hair safe from the pouring rain.

The rich adult was upset with himself for deciding to walk home today. He wished he had just gone to get gas. It's not like he didn't have the money for it, it was that he was too lazy to make an extra stop at the gas station. So here he was, facing the consequences of being a lazy asshole.

His suit was soaking wet by now, and his shoes were filled water, but he continued walking. It was when he rounded the corner onto his street, that he saw a large dog on the sidewalk he was on. The dog's fur was golden and long, and it shined with the layer of water coating it. When Nathan got closer to it, he saw the dog was shivering.

Not being a pet person, the rich adult started to walk away. He stopped, though, when he heard a loud whine. It broke his tiny heart, and he turned around immediately to run back towards it.

Not caring about his hair anymore, threw his briefcase aside and grabbed the tag around the shivering animal's neck.

1982 Brooklyn Drive

896-2930

Nathan was very happy to find that the dog's owner lived right across the street from him, so he wouldn't have to go out of his way to return it.

Grabbing his briefcase, he let the handle slip uncomfortably around his wrist, and then went to pick up the dog. It was extremely heavy, and it was most certainly ruining this suit, but he could always buy a new one. The dog squirmed in his arms, and he almost dropped it, but managed to secure the animal. Nathan began his way back down the street, and soon found himself at his own home. He looked both ways- even if there probably wasn't anyone out in this weather- and crossed the street.

Nathan walked up the steps to the door, being extra careful not to slip, and set the dog in front of the entrance to his neighbor's home. Ringing the doorbell, he gave a quick glance at his watch to see it was pretty late. He prayed the pet's owner would be awake at this time, so he wouldn't have to keep the dog in his house for the night.

He let out a sigh of relief when he heard the lock being unlatched, and the door open. A tall man with brunette hair wearing only boxers and a nerdy t-shirt answered the door, scratching casually at the light stubble on his face. He looked very confused to find a man he had never seen before standing outside, in a soaked suit, with a glob of untidy and rain covered hair atop his head, at a bit past ten o'clock.

"Um, can I help you?" His voice was thick and gruff, probably from just waking up.

"Is this your dog?" Nathan pointed down at the pet and the man followed where he was pointing. His eyes widened, and he dropped to his knees to give the sopping wet dog a hug.

"Sam! I thought I lost you forever!" He gave the dog, Sam, a kiss on top if his head. Or at least Nathan assumed it was a he.

"Wow, thanks for returning my dog, kind sir. No it was all good, walking through the rain to return it when I could be sleeping right now." Nathan's sarcasm brought the man back to the real world.

"Oh, um, yeah. Thank you for returning him! Do you want something, cause I could give you like fifty bucks, or a cake, or.." He started listing off things he could give the rich boy, none of which he needed, or wanted. Nathan studied the man while he talked. His hair was slightly above shoulder length, but it didn't look weird. It suited him. He was extremely tall, but not intimidating in the slightest. His brown eyes were the color of chocolate, and he was almost jealous of how nice they were.

"How about a date?" Nathan interrupted the man without thinking, and when he noticed what he said, he put his head down in embarrassment.

"A.. date? Um, I mean, I guess?" It came out as a question, but it sounded like he wasn't really unsure, just surprised. "Can I maybe, get a name, though?"

"Oh shit, yeah. I'm Nathan," The rich man held his hand out for a handshake, and looked up to see a blush on the man's cheeks. "Nathan Prescott."

"Warren Graham. Pleasure to meet you Nathan."

"Pleasure to meet you too, Graham Cracker."

"Oh my god, please never call me that." Warren's tone almost sounded serious, but he ruined it with the wide smile on his face.

"Whatthefuckever, Graham Cracker."

"Whatthefuckever? Wowser, that one is going into my dictionary."

"You comment on my word choice. What is wowser?" Nathan's eyebrow went up, and Warren couldn't help the laugh that burst out.

"Just something I picked up from my friend a while ago."

"They sounds cool." Not really, Nathan's thought, but who cares. He's hot.

"Yeah she really is. Oh by the way, did you want to come in, because you look cold as fuck."

Nathan hadn't noticed, but he was cold. Really cold.

"Actually, I live right across the street, and I should really be getting to bed anyway." He motioned to the very large and expensive house across the street, and Warren's jaw dropped.

"That's, your house? Dear lord, are you a billionaire or something?"

"Actually, I'm a millionaire, but I'll give you points for being close." The rich man's casual tone made Warren start to laugh.

"So let me get this straight. You," he pointed at Nathan. "are conveniently my neighbor, plus you're attractive, and you're funny. And you just asked me on a date?"

Nathan just shrugged, not one to usually get compliments.

"I need someone to pinch me, because I must be dreaming."

The rich boy reached over and pinched the skin on Warren's arm, making the other jump and his dog growl defensively.

"Oh my god, I'm not dreaming. This is real. I just got asked on a date by an actually cool person."

"You sure did, Graham Cracker."

"I said not to call me that!"

"It comes with the package." Nathan smirked. "I'll be leaving now, but I'll probably be coming over tomorrow. Be dressed, 'cause I'm gonna take you out to dinner."

Warren sputtered, but Nathan was already on his way down the steps, briefcase in hand.

"See you tomorrow, Graham Cracker!"

The tall man stood with his door open, watching the other's figure as they walked into their home. He patted his dog's head, and pulled him inside.

"Wowser."

He stepped backward, and shut the door. He really needed to sleep after all that.