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Post by nathan livingston on Jul 19, 2009 23:56:23 GMT -5
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"...No." He stared in horror at te screen of his phone, a numb feeling spreading throughout his body. His phone slipped from his fingers, and he ran his fingers into his hair. Then, as if he couldn't seem to get his mind around what the text said, he repeated himself: "No." He slid off of his bed and onto the floor, sitting on his hands and knees, staring at the screen. "No, no, no, fucking no!!" He reached over, grabbed a glass on his bedside table, and flung it at the wall as hard as he could, shattering it. One of his dogs yelped and left the room, tail between its legs.
"No, no, fuck, this... This can't be happening." He pressed his hands to his face, running them into his hair again so he could pull at it, rocking on the floor slightly, eyes closed to block out that terrible text, from the nurse he knew at the hospital.
"She's dying."
"Shhhhit! This can't be happening!" He was beginning to break, he knew it. There was just too much for him to handle on his own; Jordyn knew he was sending money to the hospital, but she didn't know everything.
He needed someone. He couldn't ask Jordyn, she had enough shit to deal with as it was. There was no way he was asking Gaven... The only person that really made sense was, well...
Steele.
As much as he hated to have to put stuff on Steele, his boyfriend, he just... He needed to. And he wanted to tell his mom the truth about his sexuality before she died, before she forgot him. He scooped his phone up off the floor and grabbed a beanie, shoving it down over his head, and some sunglasses, just in case. Reporters were being bitches recently about the two of them. He knew that, outside of Steele's house, he'd find what he found at his - reporters. Thankfully, he had a back route planned out.
He practically shoved past the reporters, climbed into his car, and revved, sending many of them flying out of the way; they could tell he wasn't in the mood to be fucked with. He pulled out, shifted gears, and sped for a street back from Steele's house. He parked his car in the street and crossed over to the house directly behind Steele's, glancing around for any stray photographers.
Not seeing any, he hopped the fence, ran quickly across the yard, and hopped the fence again to get into Steele's. He glanced around to see if anyone saw him, then walked up to his back door, knocking as quietly as he could without being too quiet. Then, without waiting for an answer, slipped inside, thankful that the door was unlocked.
"Steele?" he called out, pulling off his sunglasses and becoming suddenly self-conscious. He knew he didn't look the best; he had some pretty bad circles under his eyes, which were now red, though he hadn't cried (yet), his hair was a mess, which was why it was shoved under a beanie, and he was wearing nothing dramatic or interesting at all; his red hoodie, a white v-neck, and some regular old pants. He'd actually forgotten his wallet at home, he'd been in such a rush.
As soon as he saw him, he felt himself nearly crumple; Steele was the right person to go to. Steele would help him, would protect him this one time that he needed it, would listen and be understanding, and would go with him. He just knew it. He practically fell into his arms, feeling bad about how much he was going to dump on him, but once again knowing he'd come to the right person. He needed someone.
"I... I need to tell you something." He felt almost hurried, as if afraid that she would slip into the coma and die soon, but the nurse had told him she'd let him know in time, so he had to trust that.
"I... My... God, I just... I don't know where to start." He chuckled nervously, pulling away and pressing his palms to his eyes. If he could sleep, things would be amazing. His eyes were burning. He shifted awkwardly, and leaned against him for support. "My... Uhm, I haven't told anyone this, but... My dad died from cancer a few years back, and... My mom... My mom's in the hospital with disentria, and she's dying- fuck," he muttered darkly to himself - his voice had broke - pressing his face into his hands once more. "Just... I wanted... I wanted to tell her that I'm not really straight before she dies. And... She's dying. Will... Will you, uhm... Come with me to see her?" He felt embarrassed and weak and annoyed. He was used to just dealing with things by himself; he was Nate. He was supposed to be happy and carefree, without a problem in the world. That was Nate. That was him...
...Until his mom began to die.
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Post by steele sikes on Jul 20, 2009 2:40:02 GMT -5
 IF YOU FALL I WILL CATCH YOU
i'll always be waiting. since steele was stuck in his house for awhile, he decided to make himself some coffee. coffee always made steele think of the best ways to escape from paparazzi and reporters. as he stood there, brewing his fresh coffee, he glanced at his phone every second, waiting impatiently for nate's response to his text. it always seemed like it took forever when steele was waiting for nate to reply to his text versus other times when he felt that nate replied quickly when he wasn't waiting. he wasn't sure if it was stalkerish of him or completely normal because he had never been waiting on a phone like this in any of his other relationships. once his coffee was completely stirred, steele leaned over the pot and carefully took a sip of it. it was nice and warm, just like his body pressed up against nate's. steele felt so horrible for the events that happened after their get together a few nights ago. he felt that nate was being dragged into a whole bunch of drama he didn't need to be in just because steele was famous.
it was times like these when steele wished he was just a normal guy who had a normal job, where things like this didn't happen. if it weren't for his stupid career, nate wouldn't have to be worried about people finding out. steele remembered not too long ago he was on the fritz about his sexuality, though that was went TS was not as famous as they were now, so it was a little easier to hide it. he hated every second of it, and once it was found out, everyone talked about it for months and still do bring it up a bit. it's a very touchy subject for steele today, so even the mere thought of being betrayed by one of his or nate's closest friends or by his nosy neighbors killed steele. he felt so bad for nate being the victim of just another bad publicity stunt.
holding the hot and steamy cup in one hand, steele walked over to the window and peered out of it. he was blinded by the flash photography as the reporters quickly snapped at him. he closed the blinds, annoyed and walked back to the only place where they couldn't see him from the blinds... the kitchen. he really wished he could at least go over to nate's house for a little, maybe nate could help cheer him up a bit. steele smiled, chuckling at his small joke. he finished his cup of coffee and put the dirty dish into the sink. he raced to his bedroom, trying his best to be smooth and stealthy so that the reporters wouldn't catch his shadow going to the bedroom. once he was safe inside, he grabbed clothes from his closet and stripped down. he put on a black shirt with TS band logo on it and put on a new pair of tight jeans, thinking to himself how he was going to get out of there safely.
once he was completely changed, he crept out of the bedroom and back over to his living room. as he looked around, thinking of a good time waster until those idiotic people would leave, he thought he heard his back door open. had he forgotten to lock it again? it was very likely, since steele's been so busy with everything, he tends to be very forgetful. just great, he thought, they found me. steele crept over to the kitchen, grabbed the broom from the side of his refrigerator, lifting it up over his head, holding it like a batter does on a football field, ready to hit the ball, or in his case, whoever was creeping in the door. as he slowly moved from corner to corner, creeping closer and closer to the back door, he stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a familiar voice. he dropped his bat and landed on his foot. "ouch!" well, there blew his cover. he turned around the corner to see nate standing there. he was a bit surprised, and yet relieved as nate wrapped his arms around him.
he was a bit alarmed by nate's appearance. the bags under his eyes were definitely not attractive, but nonetheless nate looked as beautiful as ever in steele's eyes, on good days or bad days. steele stood there, holding nate up, gently running his fingers through nate's messy hair, but then willingly removed his grip when nate pulled away to explain everything. he listened intently, waiting until nate was completely done before he spoke. it was a lot to take in, there was a lot on this boys' shoulders and it made steele want to cry, but he refrained, knowing he needed to stay strong for nate. nate had come here to ask him to come with him, not for steele to just be a cry baby with him.
once he was sure that nate was finished, steele stepped up and gave nate a comforting hug. he lingered there a bit, patting nate on the head before breaking, kissing him softly on the cheeks. "i really appreciate you coming to me, this really means a lot and as your boyfriend i will do whatever it takes to help you threw this. all i need to know is when are we leaving?" he asked, putting on a dull smile, reaching in and hugging nate again. he pulled away, giving nate some space before walking over to his kitchen and grabbing a few klenex sheets and coming back to nate. he grabbed a sheet from his bunch and then carefully wiped nate's face. he leaned in close, almost as close as he would if he were to kiss nate, and looked at him, his hands pressed up to his cheeks. "everything's going to be alright." steele said confidently.
tagg; nate !
word count: 979
lyric credit: time after time by multiple artists
outfit: look at the photo or read the post !
muse: crappy... just got dumped
notes: nada
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Post by nathan livingston on Jul 20, 2009 22:32:56 GMT -5
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Nate heard something clatter to the ground in the kitchen, and heard Steele's exclamation of pain. He edged around until he could see into the kitchen, and found Steele, with a broom at his feet. Either he'd just scared Steele shitless by calling out his name, or Steele had thought one of the reporters had actually broken in -- he was going to go with the last, considering he'd knocked before opening and loudly closing the door.
However, when he practically fell into his arms, Steele hugged back, and he knew that he had come to the right person. He sighed, pulled back,and spoke, and, when he was done, sat there, waiting anxiously for Steele's reaction. It wasn't like he was scared of it or anything, he just... He was one of those people that literally didn'tt ell anyone about his problems - at least, not his major ones. He thrived on letting everyone come to him because he was the most carefree person he knew, and didn't have any problems; he didn't like letting on to the truth.
However, when Steele wrapped his arms around him comfortingly, he practically folded into him, burying his head into Steele's shoulder. "I just... I really don't even know what I'm going to do anymore. It's... It's my mom, I'm only nineteen!" He sighed, pulling back and listening to Steele as he talked. He smiled weakly, allowing himself to get pulled into another hug. "We should probably leave really soon..." Steele withdrew again, but as Nate turned to leave, he this time cupped Nate's head in his hands, leaning in close, leaving Nate to stare into his eyes, feeling very much like a hurt little boy who was losing his mother, because, well... He was.
"Everything's going to be alright." He smiled a bit sheepishly at him; Steele was taking it, without insult of it being witheld, he was accepting it, and he was going to help him deal with it.
Acting more on something close to instinct than anything, he raised his hands, sliding one into the hair on the back of Steele's head, the other resting on his hip, leaned forward, and kissed him. Who cared what the reporters thought, who cared what they said? At that point, he wasn't even sure if he cared if one of the paparazzi got a shot of them kissing. Steele was here and ready to help him, more than anyone ever had.
He pulled away from the kiss, leaning his head against Steele's shoulder, his own slumping. "I don't even know what to do anymore."
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A few minutes later found Nate once more rushing to leave; he did, however, try to put a bit more into his appearance. He borrowed one of Steele's brushes and ran it through his hair, so that it wasn't quite so messy; he wanted to look at least somewhat decent when he saw his mom. He couldn't do much about the bags under his eyes, and though he felt guilty about thinking it, he was hoping that after she passed away, he'd finally get so exhausted he'd just sleep for two days straight. He needed it.
He sighed, and walked back into the living room, slipping out of the back door quietly and moving into his back yard; he'd already conveyed his plan of escape to Steele. They could take his car, and just get out of there without the paparazzi ever knowing... Hopefully. He hopped over the fence to the yard of the neighbor that lived behind Steele, hopped the other one, and ran for his car, sliding into the driver's seat, suddenly feeling rather... Urgent.
He sped for the hospital, gripping the steering wheel tightly; yes, he was in a bit of a freak out mode. He was usually pretty in-control of himself, but it seemed like recently, with things going the way that they were, he wasn't going to be so good at that anymore. Or, at least not for that day. Having your mom die - especially when you were as close to her as Nate was - was something that was pretty hard to grasp.
They pulled up, and Nate waited nervously for Steele to walk around the car, slipping his hand briefly into his before heading towards the giant building; if paparazzi showed up right then, he might have pulled a gun on them.
He walked towards the elevator, easily finding his way around. He'd done this a lot. He slipped into his mom's room, seeing the nurse that had texted him. She pursed her lips, nodded, and walked out, shutting the door behind him. "Uh, h-hey..." He reached for Steele's hand again, now that they were in a room alone, and at that point, he didn't really care.
"Heyyy," she said, turning her head to view him, a small, blank smile present on her lips. He tightened his hold on Steele's hand, unsure of what he should do.
"I uh... I want to introduce you to my boyfriend- ah..." He paused, having run "my boyfriend" together quickly, stepping forward as he said it.
His mother smiled, even more blankly if that was possible, and said, "Well, that's nice, sweetie."
"I... What? You don't care?" Relief flooded through him, followed very closely by confusion.
"Well, sweetie, I might, but I'm not quite sure I know who you are..." He staggered backwards, the feeling of relief gone. She'd forgotten him... His mother had forgotten him... He'd known it was going to happen eventually, but no, it was too soon, she couldn't forget him, she was his mother!
Shock was etched onto his face, and he actually fell to his knees, much to the surprise of the woman in the bed. She peered at him oddly as he slumped over against Steele's legs. "I- ...I'm your son," he choked out. "Don't you remember?"
"No, I think if I had a son I'd remember," she said, chuckling nervously and smiling, while looking as if she had no idea who the crazies in her room were.
"I..." He fumbled for a sentence, shock still the most dominant feeling within him, which slowly melted to something close to panic. "Sh-she doesn't remember me. I was... I was supposed to tell her, Steele, she..." He grabbed at him, panic causing his heart to race. "She-she doesn't remember, I can't tell her..."
However, the woman on the bed, who might as well not have been his mother, began to look annoyed. "Look, I don't know who you are, but you have-" She stopped in mid-sentence, peering forward at Nate. He glanced up at her, eyes red-rimmed; he knew he was going to break soon.He just knew it; you couldn't keep it together when your mom had just admitteded to not remembering who you were. "Who... Who are you? You're supposed to be smiling..." She grew thoughtful, and he clung to that, still clutching at Steele.
"I'm... I'm your son, I promise."
She suddenly grew angry, and grabbed a book off of her bedside table, actually chunking it at him. He dodged out of the way, falling once more into shock. "You're not my fucking son! I'd remember you! I'd remember you..." The womon fell into convulsive sobs, and the door opened, and the nurse from earlier entered, flanked by two others. She glanced at Nate, shocked and sitting on the floor, the book laying open and with its pages crushed underneath it near him.
"Sweetie, I think you should go..." she said softly.
"But she... She just... Threw the book at me... She threw it at me!" He glanced up at her, and she grasped his arms, attempting to pull him to his feet. He did as she willed, numbly, and then leaned into Steele. The shock of it was too much to take. He grabbed the nurse's arm, stopping her as the other two went to calm the hysterical woman. "No, you don't understand -- she... She threw the book at me. She-she'd never do that, why would she do that?"
The nurse seemed to grow sad, and gently removed his hand. "It's a common side effect of Disentria." Oh, yeah; he'd forgotten to tell Steele exactly what his mother was dying from. She pointed at him,a ccusingly, tears in her eyes.
"He won't go away, he keeps saying he's my son, he's not my son; I'd remember my son." The nurses weren't even trying to correct her. The one talking to them pushed them gently outside.
"Right about now, it's probably best to just leave. I'm sorry. She'll slip into a coma soon, and you can either pull the plug, or..." She trailed off, and Nate nodded numbly.
"Yeah, go ahead. I-I'm going home." He slipped his hand into Steele's and pulled him from the hospital room, staring ahead of him coldly as he moved through the hospital. They reached the car, and he climbed in, shutting the door. "T-thanks for coming... I'm sorry it turned out so bad. Just... I can't... She..." He stopped speaking, pressing one hand against his mouth, choking out a sob before covering his whole face with his hands, running them down his face. "C-can you drive?" he asked, voice muffled; he'd wait to cry for when he got home, preferably with Steele, though he wasn't sure if he could handle that. He was embarrassed, both by how his mother reacted and by the tears that were obviously well on their way, and by the fact that he'd had to go to someone in itself. "I-I'm sorry, I just... I dont' think I can right now..."
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Post by steele sikes on Jul 23, 2009 23:57:40 GMT -5
IF YOU FALL I WILL CATCH YOU
i'll always be waiting.
seeing nate in such a vulnerable state brought out a side of steele not even he knew existed. it was somewhat of an protective side. though they have only been dating for a short while, the connection between them was incredible. it really meant a lot for nate to come to him for his problems, that was just another benefit of being his boyfriend. though it hurt steele listening to nate's problems, he needed to stay strong for nate. nate had came to him, steele knew he needed someone to assist him and steele was more than willing to take the roll, especially when it meant he got to spend more time with nate. as they kissed, steele felt their connection burn strong within him. whatever was nate's problem was now steele's problem and they were going to face it together.
as steele quickly followed nate out to the car, he grabbed his coat and sunglasses in order to conceal his identity in case they were spotted. as paranoid as he was, he didn't want to waist any time being stopped by the paparazzi, in fear that every second wasted was a second less nate's mother was alive. steele got into his car safely and they drove away. steele remained sunk low in the seat until they were completely clear of the paparazzi. once they were free, steele removed his sunglasses off his eyes and put them in his hair. he looked at nate, casually placing a reassuring hand on nate's thigh, telling him it was going to be alright, but didn't bother to ask nate to slow down. maybe i should have drove, thought steele, but they reached the hospital safely and steele walked around the car to li9nk hands with nate. he didn't care who saw, this was a crisis, the paparazzi wouldn't dare to test them at a hospital. but even if they did, that wasn't going to stop steele from doing it in the least bit. he proudly walked through the entrance, his hands laced with nate. he caught a few people's glance, but shrugged them off.
steele hurried to follow him, afraid to get lost in the rush of the hospital if he took a second to take a break. once they were in the hospital he looked at nate, kissing him softly on the cheeks. "you can do this, i believe in you." steele said and pulled away just in time for the door to open. once they were in the room, steele's hand met with nate's for a second time. it calmed the nerves down a bit, no boyfriend was ever excited to meet their mate's parents, or in this case, parent, especially when the parents did not know their son's sexuality. but steele sucked it up, knowing that this was going to bring them closer together, he got over he overcame his nerves and smiled at the nurse as she walked out.
steele felt nate's grip tighten and he looked over at the mother and son. "hey." he said, not wanting to be rude. when steele was introduced to nate's mother he bowed a bit and said, "nice to meet you ma'm." steele said, showing his best charm. but then he lost his voice, only seeming to remember how to listen rather than talk. steele's eyes grew when he heard nate's mother react so strangely. normally teen parents woudl not approve at first, since they supposed to have raised the perfect son, but then as steele listened to more he soon realized that the illness had completely taken control over her.
all steele could do was sit there as mother and son reunited. it frightened steele to see such a gruesome talk. he couldn't hold it back anymore, tears already were escaping from his eyes. he knew that he should really hold it in for nate, so after one or two escaped he forced the rest back in. nate and his mother reminded steele of him and his aunt when he first announced that he liked other boys. well minus the hospital bed, the chords she was attached to, and her memory being lost of course. out of instinct steele ducked and covered when she threw the book at nate. as nate stood back up, he looked at nate worriedly, trying to comfort him with a slight touch on the shoulder, as if to try to ease him out of the room still mute. he was soon interrupted by the nurse and a few other unrecognizable people entered the room.
he watched them run to nate's mother's aid. "disentria?" steele asked, as if he were a baby just learning his first word. the word was familiar to him, he had read many medical journals about patients with disentria, he had never actually seen a real patient who suffered it. what was there, left once again as steele felt himself finding on the brain function to listen as the nuse told nate that his mother would be going into a coma soon. "come on, let's go" steele said, trying to ease his boyfriend out of the room. but finally after standing there, watching painfully as nate's mother being pinned to the bed, nate's fingers laced around steele's and the left the room.
steele followed nate like a puppy on a leash, being escorted back to the car. when nate asked him to drive, steele did not need to be told a second time, knowing that nate could not drive in his state. he took the keys and walked around to the other side of the car and slid in. he put the keys in the ignition but didn't turn it. he looked at nate, saw him starting to cry. steele wrapped his arms around nate's shoulders, comforting him. "there, there sweety, everything's going to be fine. she's going to be just fine, she's going to a better place." picking his words carefully now, steele scooted closer to him so his arms can wrap around more. "do you think you can make it till we get back to my house?" steele asked, handing him steele's handkerchief. "here, take this." he said handing it to him. he let go of nate, turned the car on and sped off. he figured it was best to leave the hospital.
fortunately the hospital wasn't too far from steele's place. he looked at his yard and noticed that the paparazzi had vanished. he pulled up right into his drive way and got out of the car after turning it off. he ran over to the other side of the car, opening the door for nate, lifting him up and assisting him into his house. "just a little farther." steele said as he carefully laid nate's body onto his couch, quickly following suit. lifting nate by the neck and the legs steele cradled him in his arms. "shhhh, shhh," steele said softly as his fingers ran through nate's hair. "it's going to be okay, just let it all out." steele said, slowly rocking him back and forth in a mothering manner.
tagg; nate !
word count: 1180
lyric credit: time after time by multiple artists
outfit: look at the photo or read the post !
muse: slowly getting better
notes: nada
credit: BABY DARLING ! @ CAUTION 2.0
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Post by nathan livingston on Jul 24, 2009 16:23:01 GMT -5
L E A N I N G N O W I N T O T H E B R E E Z E [/color] { r e m e m b e r i n g s u n d a y h e f a l l s t o h i s k n e e s }[/color] " I G U E S S I ' L L G O H O M E N O W "[/size] [/font][/center]
Steele was definitely the right person to bring. He switched him seats without saying a word, without trying to get him to just spill there; rather, he encouraged he did what he wanted to anyway; wait until they got back to his house. He allowed Steele to pull him into a hug, but didn't do much hugging back, just slumped against him. He nodded his head when he was asked if he could wait until they got back to Steele's house, taking the hankerchief but not really using it. He did, however, cling to the thing like his life depended on it, wrapping his arms around his stomach and pressing tightly, actually folding into himself somewhat. He stared blankly ahead of him, out the front window of the car.
He tried not to think, but it was hard. He'd hoped to catch his mom before she dissolved into that state, before she forgot about him. The fact that she couldn't remember him, even though he knew it wasn't her fault, was like a punch to the gut. No, it was worse; it was more like a knife to the heart. Your own mother, unable to remember you... Now that was truly depressing.
The car pulled into the driveway, but he didn't budge, eyes red and staring, still. He couldn't help it. He was almost afraid of moving; it was almost as if he were afraid that, if he did, he would collapse inward on himself, the weight of his mother's death absolutely crushing him. He jammed his eyes shut as Steele ran around to help him out of the car, opening them and walking shakily to the front door; thank god the paparazzi were gone. He might have shot anyone with a camera that he had seen.
Steele placed him in his lap, and Nate, at first, was afraid that he couldn't let it out. It was kind of awkward, crying on cue. However, he found that it didn't make much of a difference; it had been pushing to get out hard enough that, as soon as he let his guard down at all, he broke. He began to flat-out sob, clinging nto Steele's shirt and pressing his face into his shoulder, not even caring how embarrassing the whole event should have been. He curled into a little ball, sitting there and sobbing into Steele's shirt, just unloading on him and letting loose.
She was all he'd had left; both of his parents had been single children, and his grandparents were already dead, so he didn't have anyone there... He was the only person left in his family's bloodline, as far as he knew.
"Th-thanks..." he finally got out, after what seemed like hours but what was really only maybe five to ten minutes, forcing himself to quiet. He needed to retain a little of his pride around his boyfriend, though he supposed that that was that was what boyfriends were for. "I... I don't even know. I'm sorry," He chuckled weakly, gesturing to the wet spot on Steele's t-shirt. However, even though he was done crying, he didn't let him go. He leaned down against him, feeling utterly exhausted, laying his head down on his shoulder, sighing and continuing to clutch at him, though not as fiercely; it was more of him trying to comfortingly clutch at Steele than anything. He sighed, falling silent, and layed there in his arms, thinking.
And then, totally by accident, Nate finally fell asleep...
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Post by steele sikes on Jul 27, 2009 1:20:37 GMT -5
IF YOU FALL I WILL CATCH YOU
i'll always be waiting. steele sighed, wishing that there was something he can do to get nate smiling again. he thought of something, but steele wasn't sure if nate was up to it. he looked rather tired, and also because steele didn't want nate thinking that steele was some kind of sex-crazed boy. though it was partly true, steele did love sex, especially with another male, but he knew where to draw the line. as steele comforted nate, trying to be strong for him and not give into his feelings and cry with him, steele patted his back, listening to his cries. it didn't bother steele, he actually preferred that nate had come to him instead of gavin. i mean sure gavin was a great guy, but there was just somethings that gavin didn't even understand since he had not lost someone like steele had.
as steele cuddled with nate, steele stared mindlessly, thinking to himself of how to cheer his boyfriend up when he finally realized that nate had all of a sudden get quiet. steele was a bit confused. he carefully lifted nate from his shoulder and saw that he had fallen asleep. he just looked so cute and vulnerable there, sleeping like a baby in steele's arms, steele couldn't bare to wake up him up. with all the strength he had, steele lifted the sleeping nate and cradled him in his arms. he walked over to his bedroom and laid nate on his bed, stripping him down to his boxers and putting him in something more comfortable to wear. steele smiled, seeing nate in his clothes made him feel in some way like a fatherly figure to nate. he leaned in and kissed nate on the forehead before leaving nate in peace.
steele walked out of the bedroom, closing the door silently behind him and walked over to the refrigerator. he assumed that when nate would wake up, he might be hungry so steele decided to make them something to eat. steele looked in the pantry and grabbed noodles. it was time for nate to taste steele's infamous spaghetti and meatballs. as he cooked the food, he tuned the television on to jeopardy. the smell of the spaghetti sauce started to fill up the entire house as steele became intoxicated with the smell. he knew it wasn't going to mend nate's broken heart, but hopefully it would help it, even just a little bit.
tagg; nate !
word count: 403
lyric credit: time after time by multiple artists
outfit: look at the photo or read the post !
muse: CRAP !
notes: nada
credit: BABY DARLING ! @ CAUTION 2.0
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