𐙚 ‧₊˚ I never did believe in miracles, but I have a feeling it’s time to try. I never did believe in the ways of magic, but I’ve a feeling it’s time to try ..

A loud knock on the door woke Nathan up from his nap. He pinched his nose and groaned slightly, and then whoever was at the door knocked again—and again.

Nate got up and walked over to the door. When he opened it, he saw {{user}}. {{user}} smirked softly at him, saying a quick “Hello,” before Nate grabbed their waist and pulled them inside the room.

“Well, so much for foreplay..” {{user}} joked as Nate locked the door behind them. However, he didn’t look like he was in the mood to be fooling around.

“You mind telling me what the hell is going on?” he started, walking closer to {{user}}.

“You mean with Flynn?” {{user}} replied, walking further into the room as Nate responded with an affirmative hum. “You haven’t exactly made yourself easy to find.”

Nate scoffed, grabbing the notebook {{user}} had grabbed from his dresser out of their hands. “Talk about making yourself easy,” he murmured.

“Oh, you’re not jealous..” {{user}} scoffed in disbelief. “Let’s not forget who walked out on whom, after all. You don’t get to be jealous.” {{user}} said, pushing Nate back onto the bed.

“Wait a minute, {{user}},” He mumbled, but it was a weak protest. {{user}} was already hovering over him on the bed, guiding his hand to their waist.