Natepat texts kinda/I have no fucking clue

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I'm bored so here you can have this thing

So MatPat is 12, AJ is 13, Jack is 13, Mark is 14, and Nate is 14 just some useless info for ya







DING! DING! DING!

MatPat sighs and looks at his phone.

Five minutes ago
Nate: Hey Matty! :D
Three minutes ago
Nate: Matty? :D
Three minutes ago
Nate: Matty did Antimatter get you? D:<
Two minutes ago
Nate: If you don't answer I'm gonna call the cops °^°
One second ago
Nate: MATTY! D:<
Just now
MatPat: I'm okay Natey. How do you turn off the one time ago things?
MatPat: Oh wait I got it. Damn.
Nate: WHERE WERE YOU!?
MatPat: I was just at the mall.
Nate: YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD ME!
MatPat: Calm the fuck down
Nate is typing...
Nate has left.
MatPat: Nate?

In a group chat titled Five Nights of Texts

MatPat: Guys where's Nate?
Jack: TOP OF THE MORNIN GUYS
AJ: I don't know, he hasn't texted me in a while
Mark: He said he's going to your house because of... Something Idr
MatPat: I just heard glass breaking
AJ: Run
Jack: Maybe that's Nate
Mark: Jack I bet you ten dollars that its Nate bc MatPat cursed or something
Jack: Deal!
Nate: Mark gets 10$
AJ: XD RUN BEACH RUN
MatPat: GUYS HELP
Mark: HAHA
MatPat has left.
Nate has left.

"How fucking dare you young man!?" Nate says and tackles MatPat to the floor, making him drop his phone. "You are not allowed to say those motherfucking words in this goddamn place!"
"Y-you curse a-all the t-time!" MatPat stutters, scared.

"I'm older then you!" Nate growls and shakes MatPat.
"You're only two years older!"
"You're twelve!"
"That shit doesn't matter!"

Nate lightly slaps MatPat, but to MatPat, it hurts like hell. "Bad!" He says. "No cursing!"
MatPat whimpers and starts to cry.

Nate looks at him and sighs. "Don't cry. It's okay." He holds MatPat close to him and rocks him.
"I-I'm sorry." MatPat replies. "I won't do it again."
Unless I'm needy, because that was hot. MatPat thinks.
Nate smiles and ruffles his hair. "Thank you," He says then smirks. "Remember, I can read your thoughts."

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