(Y/N's) P.O.V
I sat on the chairs that were placed outside in Nate's backyard. I loved hanging out here, with Nate and all the guys. And a couple of drunk strangers, but it was chill. Nate's been my best friend for 3 years. He's amazing.
I'm not really a bad girl, but obviously when I'm with Nate, that changes. I mean, Nate can change anyone.
"Here (Y/N)" I turn my head to see Nate smiling, revealing his dimples. His arm was stretched out with a cigarette in between his fingers, offering me it. I smile in response, taking it from his hands, inhaling a few puffs before handing it back, blowing the smoke out of my mouth and nose.
Nate honestly was so hot when smoking. Yet so hilarious when drunk. I stood up and left my chair, walking towards his kitchen to pour myself a drink. I grabbed myself a red solo cup and poured some vodka and coke into it.
"What you drinking" Nate said from the side of me, smoking something else this time.
"Is that weed. Fuck that stinks" said wafting the smoke away from my face.
"Yeah it is, lil' mama. Want a try?"
I shrug. I mean, why not. I only live once. Right?
I grabbed the blunt from his hands. Is that what you call it?
He stood behind me, putting his arms around my waist while i inhaled and exhaled some of the smoke. Before doing it again.
"You just got 20 times hotter (Y/N)"
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Ohama boys imagines & preferences
FanfictionSammy Wilkinson, Nate Maloley, Jack Johnson and Jack Gilinsky imagines and preferences. (Requests are open) Disclaimer: This book will probably contain sexual language and bad language.
