Miserable at Best (Sequel to Our Never Ending Melody) (NateWantsToBattle)

Chapter 21

I have an idea.. but I'm unsure if I should play it out yet... Uhm. Help.

"Uhm.. Lemon.." Nate mumbled, unsure of himself, as he was playing with a small green Bean bag he had. He found it in his office, and I told him he shouldn't put it to waist.

I figured it would help him.

He's clueless.. I got some kind of verbal therapy in. I told him we were playing a game, and he seemed okay with it..

Not sure how long this will last, but it's keeping him ocupied.

"Monkey." I reply to him.

He thought for a moment, running his hand through his hair. "Narrow."

We're home alone. Nate's daughter is here, but she is sleeping. Morgan went out with Nate's mother, her sister and my wife. Which is good. I can work with Nate without worrying about anyone hearing us.

"Octopus." I reply.

"I don't know, Purple.." He told me.

"Okay, good." I look at him, as he tossed the beanbag in the air, failing to catch it, only for it to land on his head.

"What is the point to this?!" He asked madly, grabbing the beanbag off his head. "I'm tired of this.."

"No, no, no.." I start, standing up knowing he's going to forfit and sulk. "Don't just give up.. We can start this over." I say to him, as he closed his eyes, burying his face in a pillow.

There's the depression kicking in. "No, Nate.. C'mon, just think for a moment." I say.

"I don't want to do this anymore.." He whined, rolling off the couch, curling into a ball on the floor with his back against the couch.

"It's useless." He whined quietly. "I'm useless."

Great. A mental Breakdown.. Morgan isn't here.. Aw geez.

What does she do when he does this? If I were Morgan, what would I do?

I look at him, as he was curled up on the floor with his face buried.

Wait.. Combos.. I know that from past experience.

Going to the cupboard, I pull out one of many bags of Combos..

"Hey.. Nate." I kneel down to him, shaking him gently.. I want this mental Breakdown to be over before Morgan gets home.

"What?" I heard him mumble. "Leave me alone Brett."

Shit.. Hopefully this works.

"Are you hungry? I have Combos.." I hold the bag in his face.

He didn't budge. There's nothing I can do now. He's lost it.

If I know anything about this guy, it's just to leave him be for an hour.

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So I did. I left him for an hour, and thankfully Morgan and the others aren't back yet.

I spent an hour recording, and decided to check up on him after that. I left the bag of Combos with him. He hasn't touched the Combos.

As I walk into the living room, I kneel down to see him asleep. On the floor, where he collasped.. His face was still buried in his arms, but he's asleep.

Morgan says this always happens. He gets bent out of shape then finally gets tired, and falls asleep.

Hopefully, he wakes up before Morgan and his mother gets home. If he's still asleep when they get back, I am certain we will both be questioned.