Concert Vibes || Natewantstobattle / Nathan Sharp

Chapter 5

You took another swig of your beer. Since you had royally embarrassed yourself, you wanted to forget you had just sung in front of someone you thought was cute, and some of your closest friends. Fortunately, they continued with their drinking and didn't pay it much mind to it.

Except for Nate.

Nate began showering you in compliments about your voice. Asking you to do duets with him, sing with him on YouTube. He said he would even help you start up a channel so you can do speed paints and time-lapse videos of your paintings. He begged you to do this for him. You continued to tell him you just couldn't do that.

"There's just not enough time to do all of it!" you complained to him. By this point, everyone was off the topic except him, while you were all about to start up a game of cards against humanity. It began to annoy you. Why couldn't he just let it go?

"Please just drop it," you began to say, then paused for a moment. What he was saying to you made it seem a bit worthwhile. Maybe getting some extra cash from YouTube? Maybe it was worth it, but you could barely see how. "I'll think about it." You say, mostly to get him off the subject though.

"Really?" he asks, as if you had promised him something really big.

"Yes, but I won't make any promises" you say, sighing rather dramatically and giggling at him.

"Oh thank you!" Nate cheered as he lifted you for a hug. You laughed as he lifted you, holding your beer tightly so it would not spill onto him. He was very excited about this. He was also a bit tipsy. Mark suggested shots and whilst you love the taste of apple pie moonshine, you just didn't feel like shots. Nate and the rest of your friends, however, loved the idea and did about four or five. Nate and the rest of your friends were also on their third beer, while you were just about to finish your first. Basically, you were really the only sober one there. Which wasn't a bad thing, you loved watching drunken people whilst you were sober. It was humorous.

"(Y/N), you can read the Black card first" Mark said. You could hear the alcohol speaking for him. You picked up a black card and read it

"I don't need luck, I have 'blank'," you say, excited to see what the rest of them can come up with. Suzy and Barry were quiet as they put their cards down, but Nate, Arin, and Mark giggled at their cards uncontrollably with a quiet "this is a winner" from Danny. Once you were able to retrieved the group's card, you read them out loud.

"I don't need luck, I have Penis Pendants!" you said giggling a little. You continued with the rest of them.

"Poo shaped gummies"

"Goat skin thongs"

"200 corpses"

"A mayonnaise restaurant"

"And finally, 'a one-in-a-million tumor'," you say. That last one really made you laugh.

"I think that last one wins, it's one-in-a-million!" you say. Nate triumphantly pumps his fist in the air and takes the black card. You can't help but giggle at him. He was so cute when he was tipsy and proud. You lifted your beer bottle to your lips to take another swig and realized it was empty. You stretched, standing up to go grab another one.

"I'll be back, grabbing another beer. You guys can keep playing without me," you say.

You were sure it wasn't going to take you that many rounds to grab a beer. When you began walking to the kitchen, you heard Nate say, "Looks like I'm out of beer too, I'll be back!"

You then heard scurrying feet quickly meet you in the kitchen. You were bent over in the fridge, grabbing a beer. When you turn around, you see Nate staring at you. His cheeks were flushed red, but you just assumed it was the alcohol.