Skate Maloley Imagines

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just something short
it was hard to face nate after all this time - after both of us had grown in our separate ways. but, as he looked across the omaha club at me, i acknowledged him. he made his way over to me.
"hey (y/n)," he said, smiling down at you, dimples poking.
"hey nate- well, skate now, huh?"
"yeah," he said with a chuckle.
"everything popped off for lil omaha with you. i'm really proud of you."
his smile grew wider and his dimples deeper. "thank you (y/n), really."
you smiled and turned to walk away.
you felt someone turn you around.
"going somewhere? why don't you join us on the tourbus?"
"uh, sure, let me just tell my girls."
less than an hour later, you found yourself on the bus with nate and his pals and enough girls to go around.
you sat, unamused by the things occurring around you. this is not what you were expecting when nate invited you back.
"hey, nate. i'm gonna go," you said once you managed to get to him.
"aye c'mon. let's have some fun."
"this isn't my thing. i'm just gonna go."
"okay," he said with a frown. "text me when you get home safe."
he pulled you in for a hug and kissed your forehead.