NatePat One-Shots

Run

In a world of 'robots' who were driven by the unfair rules of society, Nathan Sharp sat on top of a tall building overlooking the whole city. The people who went about their daily lives were ants in a colossal maze, the sunlight reflecting from glass windows. The tall male swung his legs over the edge like a child and felt the wind ruffle his hair, he sighed and closed his eyes. It felt like seconds had passed but when Nathan opened his eyes there was an uproar, police were blocking the entrances to a street in an attempt to surround someone. Thrilled at the prospect of seeing someone break the rules, Nathan immediately pressed his feet against the edge and jumped. He wasn't like other people, mostly because pain meant nothing and fear was only a state of mind. The ebony prided himself when he fell from at least a hundred feet, landing on a much smaller building without a scratch. From here, he could now see who was being surrounded and what the police were doing.

"Hands in the air! Now!" An officer demanded.

The figure didn't move, Nathan could only see the back of him but he could tell that he didn't look like the type to break the rules. He stood still. His hands were in his jacket pockets and his posture was straight, the officer was getting fed up.

"Now! On the ground, hands in the air!" He shouted.

"And what exactly have I done wrong?" The hooded victim asked.

His voice was lighthearted and almost playful, but he never moved from his position. Nathan half-smiled and giggled. He'd like to see Officer Kingsley get put in his place. The fat man was always trying to get people in trouble, he loathed people like Nathan and this man. Kingsley claimed they were abnormal, strange, and inhuman. The musician wanted to know who this rebel was, safety in numbers and all that.

"What haven't you done, Patrick?!" Kingsley roared.

"Other than fuck your wife, nothing." The man replied.

Nathan gasped and held back a cackle, no one dared to upset Kingsley, much less in front of his squad. This 'Patrick' guy was interesting and Nathan wanted to help him, he sounded young, he looked young, and his snide comments were something Nathan could get behind. Kingsley was red in the face as he unholstered his gun and aimed it directly at Patrick, his squad members looking at each other nervously. Patrick chuckled and stood his ground. There was a moment of silence before a strangled yelp was heard, along with the clank of something hitting the floor. Nathan chortled softly with his arm still outstretched, he'd just thrown a small rusty pipe at the pig-like officer. It hit him directly in the face. Patrick seemed surprised and amused, looking in Nathan's direction and finally showing his face.

Many months later...

Nathan giggled dazedly as Matthew retold the story of how Kingsley almost shot a man, mostly because the theorist had made him so paranoid that anyone was a threat to him. Nathan took a drag from a makeshift cigarette and let the fumes settle for a minute, only exhaling when the buzz of marijuana finally kicked in and sent him into a fit of giggles. Matthew did the same and soon they were telling each other stories of their pasts, their families, their hobbies, their adventures... Nathan got quiet when Matthew asked about his mother, even with the toxins still relaxing him he felt tense and confused. He couldn't remember his mother.

"I... I don't think I..." Nathan stammered.

"You okay?" Matthew asked.

"C-can't... no, I don't..." Nathan clutched his head.

Matthew immediately wrapped protective arms around Nathan's tall frame, tucking his head against his chest and running his fingers through his hair. In an old junkyard in the middle of nowhere, they were safe, they were free, but Matthew would never leave Nathan behind without suffering his own kind of torment.

"You're really beautiful, you know that?" Matthew spoke softly.

Nathan let out a breath that was probably meant to be a laugh, "No, I don't know that. Do tell."

"Your eyes are so deep that I can get lost in them and never want to find my way back, you're so kind that you literally saved my ass from that dickhead Kingsley,"—Nathan chortled—"I can't imagine my life without you because it just isn't possible."

Nathan abruptly connected their lips in a passionate kiss, grasping onto Matthew's shoulders and shivering when he felt hands trail up his back. The moment only lasted a few seconds before police sirens were heard, the panic of being caught setting in and awakening a hidden adrenaline.

Weeks later...

"I love you so much." Nathan whispered as they hid in an abandoned building.

"I love you more." Matthew whispered back, delicately wrapping his arms around Nathan's waist.

The moonlight filtered through a hole in the building, illuminating Nathan sitting in Matthew's lap. Their faces inches apart but their lips not connecting, Nathan blushed furiously while Matthew simply waited for the ebony to grasp the courage. The theorist gently lifted the musician's hoodie up just to expose his left side, feeling his love shiver due to the breeze.

"I-I... Matthew..." Nathan breathed, his heart pounding against his ribcage.

"It'll be okay," Matthew whispered, tasting Nathan's lips on his, "I promise."

Their tender moment was interrupted by a spotlight, no doubt from a helicopter. Scrambling to their feet, both boys sprinted to the roof of the building and had just enough time to spot the flying machine before jumping from building to building. Bullets were shot at them but that wasn't what they were afraid of, they needed each other, Nathan knew that they'd be separated if they were caught and he never wanted to be away from Matthew. Bullets were gaining speed and it wasn't until Nathan got hit did something really happen, like a supernova going off.

He could feel it.

For years, he'd been numb to pain.

Now he could feel the bullet lodged into his shoulder.

And it hurt.

Matthew felt horror sinking in and he frantically looked for a way out of this situation, but only saw a large gap in between the buildings. Wait... the gap! As soon as they were close enough, Matthew pulled Nathan into him and dropped into the gap, effectively losing their followers.

"N-Nathan! Nate?! Oh god..." Matthew stuttered helplessly.

"I-I'm okay... Matty..." Nathan coughed and laughed. "It's only my shoulder, I'm not dying."

Matthew had large tears streaming down his face as he leaned over Nathan, resting his forehead against Nathan's good shoulder. He shook and tried not to cry, Nathan would live, he would live...

"We are misfits, Matty." Nathan smiled, gazing at the starry sky.

"Shut up, Nate." Matthew choked.

"Yes, sir." Nathan chuckled and watched the sky turn pink.

sorry if this sucked
im a bit busy
but hey
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