empty → nate maloley

eighteen

"nate can you just get gas please?" i ask the boy outside the car who was messing around while rolling my eyes. 

"i always got the gas baby." he smirked, referring to weed. 

i rolled my eyes but smiled when he called me baby. he'd be doing it often but i'm still not used to it.

nate decided we should go out today instead of hanging out at his house with the boys like we usually do. we were going to walk around the strip mall- his idea... i'm pretty sure he has no idea what the strip mall is but only wants to go because it has the word strip on it. 

"hey." nate popped up by my window, startling me. 

i jumped back and place my hand over my beating heart, trying to calm myself back down. "jesus, nate. don't do that." i breath.

"mm, sorry baby." he smirks, leaning in and presses his lips to mine. 

i waste no time in kissing him back. 

"i could kiss you all day, ma." nate muttered into the kiss. 

i smile, "me too." 

nate pulls away and walks away to pay for the gas. i smile and watch him. this boy is mine now... yay! i sound so girly.... my dad would love to see me this happy... speaking of my dad, i haven't gotten anything from him. no text, phone call, email- nothing. i know he knows i'm gone. 

i've been texting dana a little bit and she's happy that i found my rebellious side and that i'm happy with nate. 

a few moments later, nate returned back in the car. 

"to the strip mall!" he shouted before peeling out the gas station. 

-

when we arrived i noticed the disappointment on nate's face when he relazied there were no actually strippers. 

i laughed when i saw his pout. "you seriously thought there were strippers?" 

"yeah!" he frowned. "who the hell calls it a strip mall if there aint no goddamn strippers?"

i laugh once more before shaking my head. "you're unbelievable."

"i'm not too mad though..." he said, snaking his arm around my waist, pulling me to his chest. "the only stripper i need is right in front of me."

i roll my eyes but can't stop the smile from coming to my face. 

"what?" he looked down at me. "you will strip for me one day, ma." he said before his hand came in contact with my butt and gave it a hard squeeze. 

"nathan!"  i gasp, jumping back. "we're in public!" i scold. 

he shrugged. "who gives a fuck? i'm grabbing what's mine." 

i roll my eyes for the thousandth time today and grab nate's hand. "come on lover boy, there's dresses that are calling for me other there." i hear him groan behind me but i ignore it. 

-

a while later, i had two bags and nate had one. it was his idea to get ice cream from one of the vendors they have randomly placed around. 

"what you want ma?" nate asked me, placing a hand on my waist as i examined all the flavors. 

"hm," i looked over the glass. "chocolate chip cookie dough." 

"mary jane always got chocolate." he said mostly to himself. "i'll take vanilla."

i give him a small smile.