Late Nights with Her

02 | Elaine West

[ pictured at the top is victor norlander, a swedish model! i think he's really attractive; his jawline has me crying. aaaAAA i personally imagine him as nate, but you're free to imagine him as anyone you'd like. :) ]

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"Every great love starts with a great story."

- Nicholas Sparks, "The Notebook"

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02 | Elaine West

Carter Brooks

Before Nate and I left for the cafeteria, I noticed that he was already wearing his uniform -- which was the same one that I had in my closet. He chose to not wear the Cypress Academy jacket, but he did wear the white dress shirt and sweater vest -- he just opted to roll up his dress shirt sleeves to his elbows, and wore a Rolex watch on his right wrist. His tie was also perfect -- wow, I aspire to tie my tie like that. He noticed my stare and quirked his eyebrows up. "What're ya lookin' at there, pal? Are we just gonna stand here and stare at each other lovingly or...?"

"Nothing, nothing. I just realized I need to go change into my uniform. Don't break anything, for the love of God." I waved him off and escaped into my bedroom, closing the door behind me.

"Of course not!" Nate called; I could hear the smile in his tone. "I'm just gonna watch some TV."

"Knock yourself out," I yelled back, as I slipped off my black v-neck above my head. I sighed, exiting my room and cutting across the hall to the bathroom, looking through the drawers for my deodorant. I refuse to smell horrible and hell, it doesn't hurt to reapply. I sprayed on some Axe body spray after putting on my deodorant, and then left the bathroom, promptly returning to my room to finish getting dressed.

The uniform fit to a T from the pants to the sweater vest; even the chinos fit perfectly. I was touched by how well Cypress knew me -- almost made me cry. Just kidding. But, seriously, it was nice how well everything fit. The only part keeping me from food was the godforsaken tie.

I think asking Nate was my best option at the moment.

I walked out into the living room with my tie in hand, spotting Nate lounging on the couch. "Hey, Carter. You ready to go?"

"Well, you see... about that." I scratched the back of my neck nervously. I showed him the tie. "I'm not really sure how to do this whole tie nonsense."

Nate let out a light laugh. "You're lucky that Cypress isn't too strict with uniforms. The tie isn't necessary unless you really want it. I just prefer to wear mine in hopes of impressing a couple of ladies." He winked.

I scowled at his remark and threw the tie on the coffee table, next to my books. "Yes, because girls will totally fall for your tying skills." I raised my voice's pitch slightly and pointed at his tie. "Your tie is so fucking hot, Nate! Date me, please!" I cleared my throat and returned my hand to my side. "No one in their right mind would ever do that, I swear."

"Hey, these fingers have to be good for something, Carter." Nate argued, moving around his fingers. "And, plus, you never know. Some people might like it." He gave me a thumbs up.

"You're disgusting, oh my god."

Nate let out a light laugh, and turned off the TV. He stood up and stretched. "My talented fingers aside, you ready to go?"