You didn’t actually know why you were staying in the community service center. You could go back to your flat, you dad got you with his money to teach you responsibility — as if it would work. You didn’t know why you were staying with Nathan till late at night listening to his stupid stories you were almost sure he made up or his pervy suggestions you never cared about.

It was nice — being with him. Someone your age, someone normal after you spend your life surrounded by rich, snobby kids that drove you mad.

It was nice to sneak your hand under his shirt and hear his breath hitch in surprise before he’d mask it with smug smile. It was nice to kiss him goodbye after he again stubbornly — and stupidly — told you that he was fine on his own on the mattress in the center.

Maybe that’s why you were staying. Maybe that’s why you were here now.

Laying in your back and drumming your fingers on your stomach while Nathan tried hard not to play with the zipper of your hoodie — or just tried hard not to suggest you take it off.

“Why do you even have community service?” He asked, leaning on my his elbow to look at you with this silly looking raise of eyebrows