NatePat One-Shots

Butterscotch Cake

Nathan - 1:30 PM

I bought 50 boxes of cake mix

(Random #) - 1:30 PM

Wtf why

Nathan - 1:30 PM

Why da fuk not???

(Random #) - 1:30 PM

Wut r u gonna do with all that cake mix???

Nathan - 1:32 PM

Imma make a big ass cake

(Random #) - 1:32 PM

U do know this is a wrong # right?

Nathan - 1:34 PM

Fuk, sorry

(Random #) - 1:34 PM

It's cool, my name's Matt btw

Nathan - 1:35 PM

Name's Nate, again sry

Matt - 1:36 PM

It's fine, but about that cake mix :3

|A few weeks later...|

"Matt, I think the sugar is supposed to go in with the flour..." Nate watched the theorist mix the ingredients around in a metal mixing bowl.

"Shush, goober, I know what I'm doing!" Matt chuckled, knowing that Nate was giving him a weird look.

Nate simply watches the items being mixed together and smiles fondly, he didn't expect to make a friend by texting a wrong number. They'd planned on meeting and using the cake mix weeks in advance, but Matt insisted upon surprising the ebony male.

"I mean, I'm all for surprises but something tells me you're doing it wrong!" Nate chuckled and ruffled Matt's hair, earning an adorable giggle from him.

"Shush, go to the living room for a minute, I forgot something." Nate gave him a look before he flashed puppy dog eyes. "Please?"

Nate sighed and agreed before going to the living room and sitting on the couch, he wasn't dumb, Matt was obviously planning something and needed him out of the room. He fiddled with his phone until he decided a little cat nap wouldn't hurt, closing his dark eyes and letting himself be embraced by sleep. As soon as he drifted off to sleep a sudden crash startled him awake, causing him to awkwardly drag himself into the kitchen in a hurry to find Matt sitting on the floor covered in flour.

"Uh, hi, hehe." Matt chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh." Nate wasn't amused or surprised, but at least there wasn't too much flour on the floor. "Okay."

"Yeah, sorry." Matt smiled, sheepishly.

Nate walked fully into the kitchen and helped Matt off the floor, wiping the white powder off his face and chuckling when he playfully swatted his hand away.

|A few minutes later...|

"Nobody picked up that phone, when I fucking called it." Nate mumbled as a burning smell emitted from the kitchen.

"You hush, I'm almost done!" Matt laughed from said kitchen.

A few minutes later an odd, yet delicious, aroma was seeping into the living room and soon the smell was lulling Nate into another dreamlike state. A few days prior to their meeting, Nate had been working on a new song that had been on his mind for weeks but he couldn't memorize the lyrics. On top of that, his mic was breaking along with his headphones so the tone didn't sound right at all, the frustration led him to giving up completely. But the stress of not finishing something, especially a song, kept him up and he attempted memorizing the lyrics again. The few minutes of sleep he was allowed was enough for him to forget about what he was doing, he slept for at least an hour before waking up to find Matt leaning on his shoulder, sleeping peacefully.

"What a nerd," Nate mumbled, nuzzling his head. "Worked himself to death."

His eyes landed on a plate on the coffee table, a slice of cake sitting atop it. It was a light golden color with the aroma of cinnamon, which only slightly appealed to the ebony but he tried it anyway. It was still warm and it had this distinct flavor that Nate couldn't place, although it wasp familiar to him somehow. Tasted like sweet butter, almost caramel, but not quite that either.

"Thanks, Matty." He whispered, placing the plate back on the table and moving him so he rested on the couch.

Nate got up to put the slice of cake in the fridge when he saw the full size cake sitting on the counter, very big compared to the slice he was given. It made him slightly uncomfortable and he didn't know why.

The sheer size of the cake intimidated him too much to eat it...