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SO.

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"Today's one of those days where I just stay here missing someone who'll never return.."

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I'm going to be making a lot of improvements to this blog.

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"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear Nathan..."

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I’M DEAD

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Hm. Might move all my CM muses to one blog...or just delete this, maybe Bryan, Adam, and Caleb as well.

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He saw the concern on Stefani's face, and she had every right to be concerned. Nathan was even concerned about himself. But that wasn't something to be worried about right now, Nathan, you have company.

His arms lightly hugged around Stefani's waist, for fear he'd topple her over in those heels. He remembered Adam carrying her around, how only then was she taller than him. He remembered her, Adam and himself going to the park late at night...all of these memories coming back...

Nathan was a little surprised to hear that she was still in contact with Spencer, though, that was a good thing.

"Oh, uh--Geoffrey went missing and I think they presumed him dead. Nothing left for me over there...I came back."

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               Where on earth has her spritely little sweetheart gone? What happened to that bouncing mop of curls stealing all her bacon and drawing on her sheet music? Perhaps that street crier back in New York had been right, perhaps aliens really have come to earth and killed to inhabit the lifeless shell of the humans we’ve come to know and love, stealing their bodies, their lives, their charisma—-!

               No, she should really get out of her mind, shouldn’t she? Quit thinking and start smiling, inviting herself to take a step over the threshold and pull her darling little Nathan into a tight hug. Thin arms draped around his neck, she doesn’t even have to go on tiptoes, thanks to her heels.

                “I’ve missed you so much! How are you? Are you alright? Spence told me you were back from London—— What happened?!”

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Ever since he returned to D.C. in November of 2013, after being in London for five months, Nathan hadn't really done much but go back to his old ways. He was living with his mother again, at 22, and taking those suspicious nightly walks to distract himself.

He'd become more quiet, if that was possible, even more closed in. It was like he was sixteen again, really. He rarely went out in the daytime, barely spoke to anyone besides his mother, and kept forgetting to reply to Spencer's letter, sent three months ago.

He isn't surprised to hear a knock on the door, thinking it was someone coming to find his mother. He was home alone so he'd have to turn them away as usual. But, opening the door, he saw that it was a friend he hadn't seen since she'd moved away.

This made him smile. Just slightly.

"Hey, Stef."

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                { It’s been an awful long time, hasn’t it? Since she’s rocked up to D.C, I mean. But away trips aren’t the hooker’s specialty—— Clients like her local. Powerful men like a submissive darling they can call up and fuck within the space of two hours; her being in another state doesn’t really allow for that.

          But regardless, here she is, back in the city that once broke her heart and clicking away on her heels, getting closer and closer to her aim—- The apartment of an old friend. God, she hopes he’s here, it would be rather unfortunate if not; she’s got a lot of time to kill.

           There’s a number of deep breaths taken as Stefani comes face to face with the door, a gloved hand hovering over the wood nervously. They’ve not seen each other since she left Washington, gave up on her dream of being a performer and took a job doing the only other thing she’s good at—- Fucking.

              Take a breath, close your eyes, knock, and—— }

                                     “Hey handsome. Remember me?”

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//Can I just point out how much this gif hurts thanks//

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"Do you think that this--"

"That it'll ever stop? This feeling..?"

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"Of course."

"I still can't believe you've never seen it."

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"Y’ would do that?" He smiled excitedly.

"I ain’t seen it before. Daddy wouldn’t let me watch it somethin’ ‘bout he had better things t’ watch.. But hey, ‘least I get t’ watch it with m’ best friend."

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"Well, I can watch it with you."

"Make sure you keep awake."

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"Chillin’ with th’ cats. If they would stay ‘round."

"See, Kevin don’ even wanna be touched… Figured ‘d watch th’ ball drop on T.V… if I even stay up t’ see it."