*Nobody's POV (Well, Nate's, I guess)*
No one really understood how Amy and Nattie worked.
Mostly because all they saw of them was when they were around other people and constantly arguing, bickering, making jabs about each other. Nattie constantly complained about her when she wasn't around, and she made digs on him when he was performing.
But then there were those moments that they sometimes saw. Like when Nattie was close to falling asleep and Amy would walk by, letting her hand linger in his hair and cup his cheek, murmuring, "You need to shave, babe," before going into the kitchen to eat cereal. And Nattie would smile and roll his eyes but still gaze after her fondly.
Or that one time when they fell asleep on the couch after that one performance and Nattie had had his arms wrapped tightly around her, and her head was nuzzled in his neck and his lips were in her hair.
Nate still wasn't convinced.
The others didn't really care though. They just accepted that it had happened, were happy and didn't care.
But Nate did.
He just wanted to know what worked. How two people who collided could be in a relationship for, what was it, five months?
It was nearing two am.
Will and Emily were sitting at the bar, drinking and laughing at something. Jack and Lena were giggling at something in the corner. Andrew was sulking in a room somewhere because Jill wasn't there, and Rachel was lying with her head in his lap (her blonde hair isn't exactly the right shade. It should be darker, way darker, and curly).
Amy was leaning against the wall, twisting a dark curl around her finger when a guy, with light blond hair and red rimmed brown eyes leered at her and got a little handsy.
Nate didn't even really notice Nattie until he pressed the guy against the wall, a disgusted look on his face and spat some words at him (he wants to yell at the douche himself, but refrains).
Amy just smiled and interlaced her and Nattie's fingers.
And that's when Nate realized.
They weren't like him and Rachel, that had the kind of relationship where they liked to touch each other and exchange sweet words. The kind that was showy and messy and perfect for them.
But they didn't have Jack and Lena's relationship, the kind that was sweet and joking but still there. And they didn't have have Andrew and Jill's relationship, the sweet, quiet one.
They had they're own, and maybe it was more special than any of them. Nate didn't really know what they went through, none of them did, but he imagined it linked them.
He wouldn't ever figure out their dynamic, except that it worked. And that maybe they had something a bit too special for the world to quite understand.
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He walks in on another moment almost a week later.
To be fair, they always walk into each other's apartments. Nate's kind of lost track on how much Jack has screamed 'my eyes!' when coming into his and Rachel's apartment.
But anyways.
This time, he comes in and they're lying on the couch, Amy halfway on his lap, but not all the way, arms wrapped loosely around each other.
"Your shirt is too big," she said, smiling at him.
"Your body is too small," he replied. They both laughed a little and kissed, both smiling into it.
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Fanfiction"But what if I don't want to?" He stood up, shrugging on his jacket as he turned to leave. "Oh, but Amy. You know you do." The deal was I was his girlfriend, for a lack of a better word. One thing I wasn't supposed to do: fall in love with him. Exc...
