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Best friend (Nate Maloley ft. Justin Bieber)

It was a relaxing day for both me and my boyfriend, Nate. He finally got some time off from the studio and it was my usual two days off from work. We laid on the couch, his arm around my shoulders and my hand on his abdomen, slowly rubbing it, as we watched The Walking Dead series.

I hear a notification sound go off from my phone that's placed on the table in front of us. I stopped what I was doing and leaned over to grab it. I felt Nate's eyes on me the entire time. Unlocking my phone, I see a message from my best friend - Justin Bieber. Him and I have been friends for the longest and it was a surprise when I saw how much fame he's collected over the years. He was no longer that small Canadian kid that used to live next door to my grandparents that always invited me to play outside with him, despite our age gap. I'll admit, I did have a crush on him when I was younger, but with the distance between where we lived, him being in Canada and me being here, I just knew it would have been a waste of time. As we got closer, I saw him as more of an older sibling than anything else. When he was discovered, I couldn't have been happier for him and thankfully, he was still humble enough to stay in touch with someone non-famous as me.

"Who is it?" Nate asked, curiosity dripping off every word.

"It's Justin." I replied as I read the text that invited me and Nate to a party he was having tonight. "He invited us to a party at his place tonight. Wanna go?" I asked, turning my attention from my cell phone back to him.

"I thought you just wanted to relax today, baby?" He leaned forward so that he was beside me and slithered his hand around my waist, giving me a sweet kiss on the temple.

"That was before the party invitation." I playfully defend. "So do you wanna go?" I repeated.

"Uh, I don't know. I think I might want to stay home instead."

I scrunch my eyebrows. Nate passing up a party? That's new. I place the back of my hand on his forehead and he looks at me with deep confusion. "What are you doing?" He asked, taking my hand into his.

"I'm feeling for a fever." I simply say. "Are you okay? Do you feel sick?" I questioned in complete seriousness.

"No, I feel fine." He chuckled and leaned back into the couch.

"There must be something wrong, you never pass up a party." I state, turning my whole body to face him.

He gives me a shrug, his eyes glued to the TV screen. "Nothing's wrong, just not feeling it tonight." He unambiguously says.

For a while now, I've noticed that Nate felt uncomfortable every time I brought up Justin's name. Every time he invited us to a party he was throwing or to just simply hang out, Nate always felt like he needed to make up some excuse not to go, but would always end up going because he didn't want me to be alone with him.

"Please baby? Come with me to this party. I don't want to go alone." I begged, placing my hand on his thigh.

"You don't need to go," he mumbles. "You can just stay home with me."

I squint my eyes with suspicion. "Nate, seriously, what's wrong with you? Why don't you want to go to Justin's party?" I interrogated.

He clicks his tongue in annoyance and stands from his seat. "Sue me for wanting to spend my day off actually relaxing than going out and partying." He hissed before storming off into his bedroom.

This was definitely out of Nate's usual tendencies and I was slightly worried. I give it a few minutes before walking into his bedroom. I open the door and find him blowing O's from his pre-rolled joint on his bed. The sound of the door opening threw him off and he lost all concentration that he had in order to form those cloudy rings. He makes eye contact with me then proceeds to inhale then exhale the smoke again. I take a seat on the bed and he sets the joint on the bedside table closest to him.