Nathaniel's Point Of View
Today is July 1st. Meetandgreet.Me got changed to a different place. So now we have to take a flight to Nebraska. Ironically that's where I grew up. 4 years there then to Arizona for 7, now in California for about 7 years. I'm driving with Hunter to the airport now. I'm also off my crutches which is good because we'll be doing stuff on stage in front of a live audience.
"What time is the flight?" Hunter asks.
"Let me check," I say, then I grab the tickets from the dashboard. They have all the information about the flight, I search for the time and find it, then I say, "14:35."
"Okay, well it's almost 11:45 now, we have about 25 minutes to go," he says.
"Yeah, the others should be there by then," I say.
"Now, tell me what's on the damn radio," he says. I don't bother answering him and I just turn the radio on. The song, Closer by the Chainsmokers comes on. Hunter starts singing like an idiot. God... I then take my phone out and open Snapchat. I haven't used it in so long. Angelina got me back on it. My twitter and all that other social media are for the most part active. I start recording.
"SO BABY PULL ME CLOSER IN THE BACKSEAT OF YOUR ROVER THAT I KNOW YOU CAN'T AFFORD BITE THAT TATTO ON YOUR SHOULDER PULL THE SHEETS RIGHT OF THE CORNER OF THE MATTRESS THAT YOU STOLE FROM YOUR ROOMMATE BACK IN BOULDER WE AIN'T EVER GETTING OLDER!!!!" Hunter practically screams.
"HUNTER!" I say, then I start laughing.
"What?" He says, as we stop at a red light.
"Fuck off," I say.
"Fuck you," he says.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
Hunter picks up the phone through bluetooth. It's Dakota. Then he says, "Hello?" The light turns green.
"Hey," she says, then asks, "Are you guys almost here?"
"Yeah, about 15 minutes," he says.
"Oh, okay, Angelina, Reid, Ryan, Reese, Ace, and Clay are here. We're waiting on the rest you guys.
"Yeah, okay. We'll be there," Hunter says.
"Okay, bye," Dakota says.
"Bye," Hunter says then hangs up. Then he says, "So what was I saying?"
"Uh..." I start.
"Oh, before I go back to singing, I had a quick question for you," he says.
"Yeah?" I ask.
"How's, ya know, everything going?" He asks.
"Good, I guess. I mean no more strong meds for anxiety attacks, I've been fully on the injections, no skipping for 2 months, my bone density has been good. And um I've," I say, then pause.
"How long?" He says as we turn.
I don't answer.
"Nate, please answer," he says. I don't answer again. Then I feel his hand on my arm. He slowly starts stroking it. It's not my bare arm though, it's my sleeve. I'm pretty sure he pulled over because he's not even holding the wheel anymore. "Nathaniel, look at me. Please," he says. I don't. Then he makes me look at him, one hand on my shoulder. I can't hold it in any longer. Tears run down my face. He then pulls me into a hug. I cry into his shoulder. I don't deserve a friend like him. "Nate, we'll get through this. We can get you the help you need," he says.
"No... I... I can't go back there. I... I can't," I stutter.
"Then let us help," he says. Then says, "Let me help, please. I want you to get better, I want to know you're safe when I leave," he says.
"H-Hunter," I stutter. He looks at me with his sad crystal blue eyes. Then I pull my sleeve up. There's only a few, but they were enough to bleed some. So they're wrapped and tapped up.
"This will pass. I will make it," he says, pulling me close.
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