GrahamScott Oneshots

Chapter 4

Prompt: Nathan wearing Warren's clothes.

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Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Bee-

"Ugh, what time is it?"

"My alarm goes off at nine."

"Ew."

Nathan sat up in his boyfriend's bed and shivered due to his lack of shirt. He ignored Warren's whine of "don't go" and untangled himself from the mass of blankets that the younger owned. His feet were warm, due to the pair of fuzzy socks that encased them, but his bare legs were covered in goosebumps from the cool air that greeted each one. Hands raised high above his head, Nathan let out a yawn and sighed when a satisfying pop came from each side of his neck.

"Nate."

Nathan turned to look at Warren, whose eye peeked out from beneath the mound of blankets. It was straight up adorable, but he would never say it out loud.

"Yeah, babe?"

"Can you make coffee?"

Nathan nodded, and stood up from the bed. He walked to the coffee maker that sat on his boyfriend's desk and set it up to brew while he put on his clothes.

Warren sat up in his bed and watched as Nathan slipped on his jeans. "Doesn't your first class start at 9:15?"

"That's on Fridays."

"Um, Nate?"

"Yes, Warren?"

"It is Friday."

Nathan froze and jumped to grab his phone from the younger's desk. His blank expression morphed into one of surprise when he saw that Warren was right. "Oh shit!"

Not wasting another second, Nathan ran to his boyfriend's closet and grabbed a random shirt. He slipped it on as fast as he could, grabbed his jacket, and ran to the bed to give Warren a kiss. "I'll come over later for movie night, 'kay babe?" Nathan asked as he opened the door.

"M'kay. Try not to be late this time."

"I will. Later."

"Later, Nate."

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People stared more than usual at Nathan as he walked down the hall of Blackwell Academy. He growled at each one that dared made eye contact with him, but not many did. It seemed they were looking at something else, but Nathan didn't understand what.

When the brunet finally made it to the photography room, he noticed that even Mr. Jefferson sent him a questioning look. He ignored it, and went to sit in the back with Hayden.

"Sup, dude?" Hayden greeted him as he took a seat. He also gave Nathan a look and the teen exploded right then and there.

"I don't even fucking know! What the hell is wrong with people today? They're all staring at me!" Nathan folded his arms and huffed. It was like watching a child get upset over a toy.

"Maybe it's because of that shirt you're wearing. Where did you even get that thing, bro? It's just so... nerdy."

Nathan looked down at the shirt that covered his chest and immediately knew why everyone was so confused. "Ugh, damn you and your fashion sense, Warren." He mumbled under his breath.

"What was that?"

Nathan blushed. "Nothing! I was just, um..."

Hayden didn't pay attention to his fumbling and just kept his gaze on Nathan's (Warren's) shirt. "What does it even mean?"

"I don't even remember. Something about this guy who put his cat in box with poison? It's stupid, I know." Nathan sighed. He and Hayden sat in an uncomfortable silence until the bell rang. Once class started, everyone stopped looking at him.

Nathan was glad, even if it was only for a while.

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It was the last class of the day, and people were still staring at Nathan. The rich teen was at least glad he knew what they were staring at. He had buttoned up his jacket to cover up most of the embarrasing design, but it didn't cover up enough. He still presented the speech bubble with the word 'meow' on the upper part of his torso.

Nathan let out a heavy sigh when he sat in his seat for science class. It was the only class he had with Warren, and that made it his favorite.

When Nathan saw his boyfriend walk into class, he couldn't help but smile. Warren plopped down in the seat next to him and laid his head on the table.

"So Victoria asked me something today."

Nathan's eyes widened. "Really? I thought she hated you?"

Warren yawned and sat up straight, only to slouch a second later. "She still does."

"What did she ask you?"

"Why the hell is my best friend wearing one of your nerdy fucking shirts, Gayram?" Warren mocked Victoria with a high pitched voice that made Nathan cringe.

"And what did you say?"

"I asked which one."

Nathan snorted at his boyfriend's answer. He loved Victoria to death, but he couldn't help it.

"So since you wore my clothes, can I wear some of yours now?" Warren smiled widely. "I mean, it's the fair thing to do."

Nathan smirked at the other teen. "You really want to?"

"Definitely."