empty → nate maloley

three

"so let me get this straight," dana said from my laptop. i was currently facetiming her even though she was on vacation, we still talked. "a really cute boy showed up at your porch at three in the morning, high as a kite, mourning over his dead girlfriend who used to leave in your house?" she summarized the story of how i met nate.

i hummed and nodded, sipping the sprite i was drinking.

"wow." dana said shocked. "so, you're like his therapist now?"

"i guess." i shrug. "if he wants to talk about mary jane then i'm cool with it. i have nothing else to do. you're the only friend i've made since we moved here."

"why doesn't he get like a real therapist inside of seventeen year old girl?"

i roll my eyes, "i don't know dana."

"so you say he's cute?" dana smiled smugly.

i shrug and nod. "yeah, he's on the attractive side."

dana smirked at me and winked several times.

"shut up, it's not like that." i laughed, sipping my soda again. "i'm also pretty sure it's not good to date a guy still not over his dead ex girlfriend... plus, she was so pretty, i'm a potato compared to her."

dana rolled her own orbs this time. "mia, you're hot and you know it. your stupid smart blocks blocks you from noticing."

i laugh. "shut up-" my sentence got cut of by the ringing of my cell phone. i reached over and grabbed it, reading the caller id. "it's nate." i said aloud.

"oh lala," dana smirks, "answer it."

i slid the button, allowing the call. "hey." i answered.

"hey mia." his raspy voice came through.

"what's up?" i ask, giving a look to dana who was wide eyed, intrigued into the call she couldn't even hear.

"you busy?" nate asks.

"uh," i look over at dana. "nope. what's up?"

"i-" "yo, skate!" i heard another boy shout and i furrow my eyebrows. is he with someone?

"shut the fuck up, i'm on the phone." he spat. i laugh. "sorry about that, that was my friend derek."

"it's cool." i giggled.

"like i was saying- you want to come over? or can i come over? to talk about mary, yanno?"

it had only been a day since we last talked about her? is nate going to come by everyday? dana was right, i am this boy's therapist.

"what about your friend?" i ask.

"derek does his own thing. he doesn't care." he told me.

"oh, well, you can come over. no one's home." i still haven't told bryan or dad about nate.

"aight, cool. see ya later mia." he said before hanging up.

"so?" dana spoke. i forgot she was there.

"oh. he's coming over... to talk about mary jane." i informed her.

"oh," dana pouted. "that sucks. i thought you guys were gonna fuck."

i cover my face in embarrassment to cover my now red cheeks. "dana, shut the fuck up!" i laugh.

"i gotta go, text me and tell me how it goes with lover boy."

"alright, bye."

"bye!" she dragged out the e, blowing a kiss to the camera before ending the call.