The Band Broke Up (First Book in The Jaythan Series)

Roofies?

(Jay's POV)

        I decided to go after Nathan because who knows what might happen. I run out on the lovely beach following the Nathan-like footprints.

        "Nathan!" I shout, hoping he'd respond. He didn't, why would he though? I got onto the road where I saw a limp body on the side of the road. Yep, The Bahamas sure is the perfect spot for vacations! I run over and try to see if it's still alive. Bloody hell, there's a man looting the poor boy. Just because someone's dead doesn't mean they have no feelings, wait no. Dead people definitely don't have feelings. Out of no where, I feel my fist connect into the man's jaw.  

        As the man staggers away I looked down towards the small body, Nathan. He kept trying to squeeze into a tighter ball but kept going stiff before he was limp again. I start to beat the homeless man who touched my boyfriend as some rain hits my back. Well I would have but after I slammed the man against the wall Nathan was choking, and it was pouring. I pulled out his inhaler and shoved it in his mouth. He gave a good fight but soon realized what was going on. After a few puffs and Nathan clipping my jaw, he was back to normal. I held him tightly as I brushed his fringe from his eyes. Something warm lights up my freezing face. Great, I'm crying now. As if anyone could see it. 

        "Thank you," he sputters. "Of course, I couldn't just let you die. What kind of boy, ehem, what kind of friend would I be then?" I bite my tongue to hold in a full out sob. I was already crying from the Nathan almost dying thing, but having to correct myself over not being Nathan's boyfriend was just too much. And somehow he saw it too.

         "JayBird, you're crying. Please don't cry, you shouldn't be crying. Listen, I'm sorry. About everything. I'm a disgusting, uncommitted liar. I don't even know why you ever wanted me." Nath said a bit too harsh, I flinched at the coldness in his tone. His face softened and he wrapped his arm around my neck.

        "Y'know what?" I ask. "What?" Nathan asks, fearfully. "I think you're bipolar." I stated blankly. "I think you may be right. so I will ask you for the seventh time, stop diagnosing me because you always end up being right!" he faux-yells.

         "You know we're going out for dinner, right?" Nath asked weakly. "Can't we just stay in? I'm still tired from the roofies, don't laugh, and you've had two asthma attacks in one day. We could like have a pizza or something, just sleep in." I offer. He was still smiling so I poked him in the stomach. "What is it this time? Salad on my teeth? Gum in my hair? Shit, it's my makeup isn't it. Well, there is no way in hell I'm going out now!" I shout, pretending to panic."Wow, what a drama queen! And I was laughing at your assumption that some how I had gotten roofies! I used Ambian genius." He laughed. "Lame, I would've been more pleased with roofies honestly" I grunted as I pulled Nathan off the ground and into my arms. He kisses my cheek before leading me home. It's funny how we get used to weird so easily.