Concert Vibes || Natewantstobattle / Nathan Sharp

Chapter 6

When the small party died down and everyone was tired, people began asking about sleeping situations. Mark thought for a moment, maybe he hadn't exactly thought all of this through. Where was everyone going to sleep? It's not like we could all just crash on the couch.

"I'll grab everyone blankets and pillows, we can all sleep on the floor!" he said excitedly. You all gave a short giggle and looked around as he ran upstairs. Everyone talked to one another about things they will more than likely forget in the morning. Telling a quick story, asking what others were doing in the next couple of days, and so on. Nate was talking to you about contacting him for a collab.

"My number?" you questioned. You were sure he wanted your number for business, but was there more he wanted with this? The way he's been acting, you thought that he might be thinking about texting you for more than just business.

"Yeah, here. Please? So I can call you and coax you to do work for me," he said handing you his phone hopefully. Looking in it, you went to the contact info and put in your digits, along with snapping a cute selfie for the contact photo. Thank god you went light on the makeup, it was still intact and looking pretty sharp. Handing it back to him, you saw his face light up. You put your contact name under pipsqueak. He enjoyed that a lot.

"Thank you! I'll definitely call you to do some animations for my channel!" he said, almost a little too giddily. You gave him a smile before hearing soft pattering down the stairs and down onto the floor.

A large mound of pillows and blankets sat at the bottom of the staircase. Mark looked at the rest of the group smiling.

"Pick your pillow and blankets, folks!" he said with a grin. You walked over and started handing people pillows and blankets. Mark helped hand them out as well. Picking that bit up for you and yourself, you laid beside Nate, Arin and Mark. Nate was still wide-awake and wanted to talk to you. He would be bored for the next couple hours if you didn't stay up. Mark also stayed up to chat for a while too, but he quickly dosed off and wasn't that interested in what you and Nate were talking about anyway. Arin just happened to be by you. He fell asleep almost immediately. Nate and yourself however were engaged by one another. You both talked about whatever you felt like that night. It was quite wonderful.

"Is counter point all that bad?" you ask him. Though you had some knowledge of music theory, you definitely weren't an expert at it. Nate however knew a lot.

"Counter point is horrendous! There are about five rules you have to follow, and when you're writing a four-part harmony? Forget it. You might as well drown yourself in the ocean. It's impossible. Luckily I haven't done counter point since high school. I could go on to more, but I feel like I would just bore you." He says to you rather lamely. You shake your head, looking at him in the darkness.

"It doesn't bore me. It kind of reminds me of color theory. It's interesting," you tell him. Which was true; it reminded you of the rules you had to follow to make sure each photo you painted would turn out stunning.

"I still can't believe you can paint, animate, and sing. You're talented as hell," he says, looking up to the ceiling. You gave him a rather confused look.

"Please, I'm not that great," you say, rolling your eyes. You see him shift to look at you, even though it was near impossible to see.

"But you are! You're, like, absolutely perfect!" he says rather excitedly. Did he jut call you perfect?

"Oh? I'm perfect?" you question with a hint of sarcasm in your voice. You could hear him try to backpedal on what he said.

"Oh, oh um..." he started to tumble over his own words. You just giggled as he tried to explain what he actually meant. When he realized you were giggling at him, he raised an eyebrow at you. You could see it even in the dark.

"What's so funny, pipsqueak?" he asked, scooting closer to you. You scooted closer to him, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I just think its funny when you stumble over your own words," you say, letting a few of your giggles out. It was hard to see, but you could see his dimples as he smiled at you. His features were in a veil of dark, but somehow you could still see them. His messy black hair, his dark eyelashes, even his velvety deep brown eyes captivated you in the darkness. You felt your cheeks flush red when he looked at you with those wondrous eyes. This was such an odd feeling to you. Never once have you ever thought you'd like a guy so quickly. There was something about the way he looked at you that made you feel giddy. You weren't exactly sure what made It that way, though.

"Well, I don't think it's very nice that you're laughing at me like that," He said in a sarcastic matter-of-fact tone, which made you giggle even more. You could tell his smile widened as you laughed at him. You felt his arm snake around your waist and pull you close to him. You could feel your cheeks burning as you looked up at him. His eyes had some sultry look to them, as his face got closer to yours. His breath was warm and smelled of alcohol. His hand placed firmly on your back as he pulled you closer to him. There was something in his eyes you couldn't quite explain.

"I told you I don't like seeing you laugh at me, pipsqueak. It's rude" he said is a warm whisper. You giggled again at him. By this point you were just doing it to get a rise from him. You decided to play along with it a little bit more.

"What are you gonna do about it, tree trunk?" you said, teasing him a bit. You guessed it was the alcohol in your system making you so sassy. Or maybe it was just how you were naturally, but it made Nate go absolutely crazy. And you loved it so damn much.

"I'll show you," he says, still trying to show his dominance over you, which you were having none of.

"Please, I'd love to see you—"

Before you could even finish your sentence, you felt his lips passionately slam into yours. Instinctively, you kissed back. He wrapped his arms tightly around you as h did, making it impossible for you to pull away. Like you wanted to, though his mouth tasted like beer, it was completely worth it. His lips were soft, and he kissed with such passion that it took you by surprise. You wrapped your arms around his neck gently, deepening the kiss more.

Once you pulled away, his eyes danced hungrily across your immediate features; including your eyes, your lips, your cheeks, and much more. You shook your head and shifted so you could sleep. Maybe it was the alcohol making you this way, or maybe it was your true feelings showing.

Whatever it was, you didn't want it to end.