Marry Me | NatePat

Chapter Three

"He's so stunning, Sean. He's the most beautiful person I've ever seen and I can't even bring myself to talk to him. I'll kill the bastard he ends up with if they treat him anything less than perfect."

Nathan Smith had slammed his locker door shut on his finger earlier that day and had an ice pack pressed to his hand for the rest of the day. He claimed to not known how he did, but Sean was giggling the entire way to the nurse's office about how "you were staring at him again," and "when's the wedding?"

He denied and denied the statements over and over again because it hurt to hear those words. When's the wedding?

Because Matthew wasn't his, he would never be his. It was silly to even get so attracted to a person he would never have the nerve to talk to.

"You've got to at least talk to the guy, so he knows who's in looove with him," Sean poked his friend's shoulder, stabbing his green beans with a fork and shoving them into his mouth.

"I'm not in love with him, green bean. But who wouldn't be attracted to him?" Nathan looked down at Sean's food, "self cannibalism."

"I'm delicious, but very salty," the green haired boy inwardly cringed, "and to answer your question, heterosexual men, homosexual women, people only attracted to non-binary people-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I got it," he bit into his cold chicken, the near liquid ketchup he added not contributing to the flavor of plastic, "on the subject of attractive people that we'll never talk to, when are you going to talk to Mark?"

Sean sighed, "I love him, Nathan. I've never spoken to him and I love him, but what the hell would I even do if I did talk to him? I don't have a tattoo, and I don't think I'll ever get over him. He'll find out that his soulmate is pretty girl with... blonde hair."

"I'll bet it's not natural. She's got bleached blonde hair and green eyes," Nathan needed to cheer the younger boy up, and the only way he knew to do that was to make fun of Mark's potential soulmate.

"Not even pretty green eyes. Dull green eyes that are borderline liquid shit brown," Sean huffed, choking down more salty green beans.

"She's not smart, she wouldn't help Mark pass any classes. She'd be the reason he's still failing," he egged him on.

"And she- but she- she makes him happy. And they get better at school together. And he makes her feel more beautiful than she's ever felt before because he knows what people say about her," his blue eyes were filling up with tears, "and he loves her just as much as she loves him."

"Come here," Nathan frowned, opening his arms and letting Sean wrap himself around his body and cry weakly into his neck. No one was paying attention, thank God for that.

"He doesn't even know my name."

"Sean, I know it hurts. It hurts so bad to be in love with some one and not have a tattoo. It hurts so bad to know that they don't know who you are but you can't let it hurt you as bad as it can. You want to know why?"

"W-why?" he sniffled, taking his face away from Nathan's neck.

"Because you're such a beautiful human being. You're one of the prettiest people I've ever seen, but you don't know that. You don't see how gorgeous you are because you don't do anything for yourself until everyone around you is happy. You can't please everyone, green bean. You've got to work on making yourself happy before you try to make anyone else happy."

Sean rubbed his eyes, moving away from Nathan with a sigh, "thanks, Nathan. I j-just, why don't I have a tattoo?"

"You want facts or my opinion?"

"What do you think, asshat?"

"Because they don't want you to find your soulmate as easily as everyone else does."

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Nathan hummed quietly, tapping his foot against the tiles of the classroom floor.

This was his favorite class. Not only was it mathematics, but Matthew sat next to him. It was honestly a win-win situation for him, he got to listen to the brunette talk for an hour under his breath about his favorite subject.

"Good afternoon, class!" the bubbly teacher stood at the front of the room, her fading pink hair dyed behind her head, "I'm miss Conrad, you can call me miss Holly if my last name is too difficult. Today we will be partnering up and..."

Nathan zoned out, tilting his head to the side to see Matthew's focused face as he scanned over everyone for a potential partner. The ebony haired teenager jumped in fear when the two locked eyes.

They both opened their mouth, but Nathan was the first to speak, his eyes apologetic.

But his mouth couldn't form the right words for an apology and he was only able to whisper three words out that caused Matthew's eyes to fill with happiness.

"You're so beautiful."

Neither of them were sure what the older brunette was thinking when he stammered out jokingly, "marry me."