Recognition {NateWantsToBattle x Reader}

Chapter 2

(Y/n) P.O.V.

I parked in the parking lot which was really just an empty field. I decided to text night to ask if he was here.

Bumper Car: the party has arrived, has the guest?

Nate desires to create conflict: im pretty sure I invited you

Bumper Car: details, details

Nate desires to create conflict: 😂
Nate desires to create conflict: yeah, I'm waiting at the entrance

I get out of my car with my keys, phone, sunglasses, and wallet. I meet Nate in all his glory at the gate. "Hey, the party arrived." He jokes. "Well of course. Can't have fun without the party." I grab his hand and rush us to the ticket stand. "I'll take 15 tickets for each of us." I tell them. I see Nate reach for his wallet, but I stop him. "No, no, no, no, I ran into you, it's my treat." I insists. He looks like he's about to argue, but I cut him off. "Let's not play this game. Just say thank you." He chuckles. "Thank you."

"My pleasure."

"What are you? Chick-fill-a?"

"If by that you mean amazing, then yes." I retort. We go into the bustling carnival ground. Loud noises and bright lights emit from the crowds and games, and the smell of fried food wafts everywhere. "What should we do first? It's only 4 in the afternoon, so we have plenty of day light to waste."

"Don't you mean 9 in the afternoon?" He teases. I know he's teasing, but it still gets to me a little. However, I just shove the feeling down, and jokingly punch his shoulder. "Shut up." I roll my eyes with a smile. "Okay, okay, sorry." He laughs. "But whatever we do, the Ferris Wheel should be last, so it's dark." I can't contain my blush. A Ferris Wheel ride in the dark? Is that not the most cliché romantic setting? "You're face is all red! Don't do well in the sun?" He asks. "Er, no, I'm fine. Let's go find a rigged game to play." I insist. We go around playing the various games. Darts, throwing baseballs at milk bottles, weight guessing games, shooting basketballs, and all the classic booth deal. Of course, we don't win, but it's still fun anyways. We get to a final game, the one with the water shooters to make the ballon pop.

"Come on, Nate. You can't really expect to win." I tease. He rolls his eyes. "How about a wager. If I win, I'll get the squid hat, and you have to wear it for the rest of time we're here." I burst out laughing, holding my stomach. "Fine, but if I win, you get the pink sparkly tiara."

"Bitch, I'd look fabulous." He makes duck lips, and strikes a pose. I giggle. "Well now I have to win." We each go up to one of the soakers, and the buzzers goes off for us to start. I aim the water right at the target, and watch as the balloon gets bigger. "Hah, take that Nate." I gloat, making fun of his balloon falling behind. Suddenly a balloon pops, but it's neither of ours. A kid, maybe 10 years old, jumps up and down in excitement. Nate and I share a look, then burst into laughter.

"Awww damn. I really wanted to see you in the tiara." I admit. "I guess it wasn't meant to be." He dramatically throws his hands over his face. "Now I'll never be a princess." He sighs. I laugh. "I would never have bowed down to you anyway." He gives a dramatic, offended, squeal. "You just jealous because you can't be the royalty."

"Oh sure." I roll my eyes with a smile. I look at the time, and it's nearly six. "What to go get some food that'll probably kill us?" I ask. He nods. "I get food, you get drinks?" He suggests. I nod in agreement. "What do you want?" I ask. "Hmmm, cherry slurpee?" I laugh. "Okay, just don't be going and getting shot be the terminator." I joke. "What?" "Um, Stranger Things? An amazing TV show?"

"Never seen it." Now I make the offended noise. "We'll have to watch it sometime." I say with a wink, going off to a vendor. "I'll have popcorn." I call back to him. While I'm at the vendor getting slurpees, a teenage girl comes up to me. "Hi, are you that sibling of Brendon Urie." I hold back an eye roll and smile. "Yup, that's me. I'm (Y/n). What your name?" I ask. "Um, Jenny, can I get a picture?" She asks. I nod, and pose with her for a picture. "Thanks. I hope I really get to meet Brendon one day." There it is, that little back handed slap. I know most people don't mean it that way, but come on, you'd think some people would find it insensitive. "I'm sure you will." I encourage. "Bye." I wave to her as I go find Nate. I guys I must have been frowning because he asks me what's wrong as I sit next to him. "Eh, I just got recognized as Brendons sibling again. Nothing out of the ordinary. I shouldn't really complain though. Anyway, here you go." I hand him the slurpee as he hands me the popcorn. "Well, for the record, you're definitely my favorite Urie." I'm startled by his words to say the least. It fills me with a warm, foreign, feeling.

"That really means a lot, Nate. I'm glad I ran you over." I joke, but I say it sincerely. "Of course, (Y/n). I mean it." I feel myself scoot closer to him. It's almost involuntary. "Thank you. It's not often someone sees me for me, and that feels really good. So, just from the bottom of my heart, I'm grateful to you." Our heads are only inches apart. "Well, I'm grateful to have met you too. I've had a lot of fun today." We start leaning in, the small gap getting smaller and smaller, yet before I can finally close the space, my phone starts ringing. We both jump apart, blushing and stuttering. "Er, yeah, that Uh, that's my phone, probably, um, take that."

"No, yeah, you...do that. I'll just, Uh, Wait here, and...eat popcorn." He shovels a handful of popcorn in his mouth. I giggle, and walk a little way off the answer the phone. It's Brendon.

"Really, Bren? Totally blocked me." I groan. "Blocked? As in cock blocked? Because if so, I have no regrets!"

"What? No!" I shriek. "We just....Ugh, what do you want?"

"To make sure you're not doing something stupid with a guy you just met."

"Oh my god! Do you have a real reason for this call, or are you just playing 'protective big brother'?"

"It's my job to make sure my sibling isn't getting into trouble." He chuckles. "Bren." I growl. "Okay, fine, just please take care of yourself for gods sake." I laugh. "When do I ever?"

"(Y/n)!" "Right, okay, bye." I sigh. Good lord, that man is the death of me.