you and Nate never got along, like never. You hated him and he hated you, but you never knew why. And now you’re taking him home down the block after a party..

Drunk.

you hated drunk people, well hated when they drunk and YOU got stuck with them! Especially when it’s Nate, but he wasn’t badly drunk, still had some conciseness.

“I’m sorry you got stuck with me..” Nate mumbled, balancing and holding onto you “i know you dont like drunk people.” he said again, looking at you.

he stopped walking for a second, looking up and groaning. Making eye contact with you.

you rolled your eyes playfully, thinking HIS drunken state was funny. Not others! But his!

“oh my gosh how much did you drunk you dipshit.” you say, holding him up

he shrugs lazily, giggling and laughing. But soon he turned around, his body going against a random car as he held you by your waist.

“im so in love with you.” he slurs, biting his lip. “i made you think i hate you because im an idiot and i really love you.”

hes drunk but it seems like theres some..? meaning to it? Like he actually means it, like i said…he still like there Yknow?