"Why did you sleep over at Jackson's house. You know how that prick is. He's no good. Stay away from him, Luna." Nathan said through gritted teeth and his fists clenching. His expression, unreadable. His eyes glared at me like I was some kind of creature. His green eyes have turned a forest green color. His forehead wrinkled a bit, and his lips weren't curved in a smile like they normally were. The Nathan before me sent a chill down my spine. I've just never seen him like this."You're not my parent I can do whatever the hell I want. You don't control me. Get out of my room." I yelled back. His face slowly went from anger to hurt. He scoffed and grabbed his phone off my nightstand aggressively, and walked out the door, slamming it. If Nathan told Colin that I was with Jackson, I'd be dead. No explanation needed.
I picked at the pieces of chicken and broccoli on my plate with my fork. My head rested on my head as i let out a small sigh. I pushed a piece of my brown hair that fell over my eyes, back. I wasn't particularly hungry tonight because I couldn't stop thinking about the fight that happened between Nathan and I. We were like brother and sister. We've always been very close. I sighed dumping my food into the garbage and heading up to my room. Colin wasn't home and it was around 6. Where could a 19 year old guy be on a Tuesday night? Oh who am i kidding he's probably out partying or some shit. That boy.
I grabbed a baggy PINK sweatshirt and my pajama shorts and headed into the bathroom. I stripped my clothes off and hopped into the warm, steamy water. The thought brought be back to when Nathan saw me naked. I didn't understand why he was so pissed at me this morning. He acts so overprotective sometimes, but I still love him. I shook the thought out of my head and continued my daily routine. Once I was finally done, I put on my pjs and moisturize my face.
I hopped into my bed and grabbed my laptop. I caught up on all my subscriptions. I was currently watching Amanda Steele when a text message popped up. It was from Nathan.
N- Meet me in your backyard. Now.
L- Uh ok.
I let out a deep breath and closed my laptop. The sun was slightly starting to set. My eyes locked on Nathan sitting on my old swing set. He didn't notice my presence, as he was staring intently at his phone. I walked over slowly, still my in pjs. I sat myself down on the other swing to the right of him. He didn't speak for about a good 2 minutes. I was feeling the tension rise.
"So what did you want to talk to me about?" I asked, my voice cracking at the word 'me'.
"Luna, look." He pulled my face towards his directions. My boring, hazel eyes met his striking green eyes. Even as the sun was setting before us, I could still see the forest green color in his eyes. They looked tired, and unhappy. "I'm sorry for being like that this morning. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you for something that wasn't your fault. I was just pissed at that Jackson guy, for what he's done to you in the past. He's just a douche bag who doesn't deserve you. You deserve better, someone who wouldn't cheat on you, someone who cares about you. And, I'm sorry for overreacting, and for trying to contr-." He rambled on.
"Nate." I interrupted him. His body tensed at the nickname. He let out a deep sigh, and looked at me with worried eyes. "It's okay Nate, I forgive you." I got up and pulled him into a big hug. I wrapped my arms around his neck, as his arms wrapped around my waist. I put my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent of coconut and mint. Weird combination, but it smelled good anyways. "I love you Nate."I whispered into his ears. His body tensed up again. I felt his heart start to beat faster and faster.
"I love you too Lulu." I smiled at the nickname he gave me when we were kids.
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Teen FictionLuna Ashley Berman is your typical 17 year old. Living the LA life with her loved ones. She does what she loves, but she might just find love for other things. It's complicated, and no emotions are shown. It's unexpected, but it's happens.