Teenage Kicks ➝ Nathan Young x OC [Misfits]

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Nina sat on her living room couch wide awake, sipping at her hot chocolate. The clock on the mantel piece read 6:45. Her leg shook up and down as she thought of her reoccuring nightmare that had plagued her blissful sleep.

She knocked lightly on her brother's door, knowing he would be awake at this time as he had an appointment at the hospital in a couple of hours.

"George?" Nina whispered, creaking open the door slightly.

"What?" He answered quietly, "You actually want to talk to me now?"

"It's not that I didn't want to talk to you George, I just didn't know where to begin." Nina said, "Can I come in?" Nina didn't wait for an answer, she walked into his room.

He was shuffling himself off of his bed and slowly clambering into his wheelchair.

"Do you want some help?" Nina asked, noticing his struggle.

"Don't you think you've helped enough?" He responded, his tone bitter.

"This is why I didn't want to talk to you, George! I didn't do anythin' wrong! I was trying to help you-"

"I was fine!"

"You were on the floor with broken ribs! They could've killed you!"

"They were just stupid kids Nina! You put one of them in hospital! I can't go back to uni now cause they all hate me!"

"And? They put you in hospital George! I was defending you! What did you want me to do, leave them to kick you until you died right there and then in front of me? I don't care what your preppy uni mates think and neither should you."

"No! It's not about that."

Nina and George's shouting had woken up there Mum, who was now stood in the doorway in her dressing gown, her crossed arms matching her crossed eyebrows.

"This is why I can't talk to him, mum! He looks at me like I'm the bad guy!"

"Listen to him Nina," her mum spoke, "And you," she spoke at George, "listen to her too."

"I'm gunna be late for my appointment," George said, "Haven't you got some graffiti you need to scrub off a wall somewhere?"

Nina sighed. She didn't know why she even bothered.

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"We all need to talk about that note," Curtis said as Nina entered the changing room.

"I agree," Nina said, "I'm extra paranoid about the whole thing since yesterday."

"Y'know paranoia is a side effect of cocaine, the comedown can do that to you darlin'" Nathan winked at Nina and she fake laughed sarcastically at him, giving him the finger as he laughed at her.

"Someone knows we killed him." Kelly interupted the childish duo's attempts at frustrating one another.

"Do you think it could be Sally?" Simon asked.

"Who's Sally?" Curtis asked back. Nina shook her head.

"The probation worker," Simon explained.

"Oooo, Sally." Nathan mocked, "Why d'you know her name?"

"She told us," Simon said back.

"How do you all not know her name?" Nina asked with a sigh, continually surprised at just how oblivious the group could be.

"You're a twat, 'cause Sally didn't show up till the day after we killed the other worker. I suppose you know his name, too?" Nathan said.

"Tony," Simon confirmed.