Sincerely Yours

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Aiden

It was pretty obvious Nate wasn't completely into the whole dating thing. He didn't want to label a thing because then it'd mean we'd have to make changes and gather thoughts and feelings and the last thing he wanted was to fuck his mind up over something such as a legit relationship.

I understood this, at the least. I wasn't in a rush to be his boyfriend or anything, the least I could be satisfied with was where we were now and with the kind of person Nate is...I should be very grateful to have even got this far with him. And I was. I loved every second of it. We weren't snuggly all the time, we barely held hands on campus, but we had our moments and that's where it was so worth it. Sometimes when we were alone, we acted like we were before all this and other times he made my lips swell.

I considered myself, in my mind, taken in some odd, small way. I was in some sort of relationship, therefore I was kind of off the market. I felt like if I didn't show Nate he was my main focus, then he'd backslide from this...thing, between us. He wasn't best at dealing with his emotions and the last thing I wanted was for a panic switch to flip in his mind.

Another thing.

After the best day of my life so far, with the snuggling and devouring muffins, I had somehow managed to change Nate's mind about Valentine's Day. Now, I was getting ready for this double date.

Well, it wasn't exactly a date. Nate still wasn't okay with his potential first date with me being a double date, so halfway through the night we were going to break off into couples and I was going to take Nathaniel Blanchard on a good ass date. He just doesn't know it yet.

I was repeatedly holding up a bowtie to my collar and mumbling to myself like a madman. I finally decided against it because I figured bowties weren't hot. And I didn't want to seem too dressed up. I decided to go with red pants and a cream pink suede button down. I just somehow knew Nate would have some large part of his ensemble be black, so I aimed for brighter colors. He'd probably kill me if I matched with him.

I pulled a comb through my hair about six billion times, scrunching it up in my hand to revive the curls and finally succeeding in having it look the way I wanted it to. You best believe hairspray was a used product in that process.

I texted Nate, who's driving again ? - Me, Sent 7:42 PM

It didn't take him long to reply. One of you, Triss and I are walking over. - Natey

I frowned. It was getting pretty dark at this time of day. I don't know, I just felt really iffy about Nate being alone in the dark for any and all potential danger to come his way. This sense of fear had only increased when he told me about when he was thirteen walking alone in the dark with Tristan.

Ok, be careful Nate. - Me

Tristan knows jujitsu, I have a pretty good left hook, so it's all good. - Natey

I sighed. He couldn't ever be serious at the right time. He's nineteen, he can handle himself. Just then, Caleb popped his head in, not caring if I was dressed or not. "I'm driving, right?"

"Apparently so, they're walking over here." And it turned out, my thoughts weren't irrational. The brief worry that flashed through his features proved it. Luckily, though, the doorbell rang twice and we both let out a slight sigh of relief. He pulled a hard-bristled brush through his short-cut curls before tossing it on my bed and jogging downstairs. A minute of buzz went by with some squealing which no doubt came from Tristan, before Nate's voice filled the house with a, "get a room!" I heard quick footsteps up the stairs and I opened my bedroom door, standing in it, considering he hadn't ever really been up here before.