#nathany

You should have known. You thought that you were smarter than to believe Nathan, but when he said that the probation officer was encouraging everyone to wear costumes for Halloween at the community center, you got too excited to really thing through it. So here you were, wearing a cat costume while the others looked upon you, clad in their orange jumpsuits.

“At least you didn’t go with a sexy cat,” Curtis said, leaving the group to go and get a broom and get to work. Alisha just sniggered, Kelly said something that you didn’t understand, and Simon looked shy as always. You were just wearing black tights, a tight black sweater, cat ears, and make up on your face to represent the whiskers.

“Have you got a tail?” Alisha asked, laughing at you. You rolled your eyes, having grown used to her personality by now.

(Nathan)

@goddamnmuses

“Where have you been sexy?”

“You like me, right? You find me sexy?” Nathan asked, sprawling out on the ground when he was supposed to be helping you clean. You didn’t comment on that - he was more than welcome to lay in the spot that you hadn’t swept yet, among the dead flies and the dust bunnies.

“I don’t hate you and looking at your face doesn’t make me vomit, does that count?” You managed to say with a straight face. You kept your head turned downward so he couldn’t see the smug smile that you had. Anything to knock him down a peg, but it never worked.

“Great! I’ll take it!” He said, excited. “And that means you can be the leader of my fan club. All these girls need to be sorted out. I can’t date them all in one day!”

“Do I get paid for this?” You asked, finally looking at him to see if he was serious. He looked as serious as Nathan ever could. He had that glow in his eyes that you admittedly found attractive, and he bit down on his lip in the way that he knew you liked. “And you’re right, the girls do need to be sorted out. Being put in a mental institute for wanting to date you.”

“Don’t be mean,” He whined. “It’s a serious job. I’ll even sign them as your volunteer hours.”

You laughed heartily at that, imagining the parole officers face when he sees the name signed on your volunteer sheet. “Not a chance, Curly. You’ll have better luck with Simon.”

“Who?”

You watched as the girl scoffed at Nathan’s comments, and continued to walk away from the curly haired man. You sniggered behind your hand at the rejection, and felt rather pleased about it, despite the fact that it meant that the man you were falling for was continuing to flirt with other girls.

“I don’t think she ever would have gone for it, too prissy.” You said, once Nathan caught sight of you. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights for a second, until he saw that you weren’t angry.

“Yeah, that’s the only reason why she could resist someone like me.” He said, going back to his usual cocky self. He approached and put his arm around you, pulling you in close. “At least I’ve still got you.”

“You won’t for very long if you keep that up.” You said, tugging on the dogwhistle that hung from his neck, just enough for it to hurt. “If you want me to keep being yours Nathan, you’re going to have to tone down on the other girls.”

“Done and done.” He said, surprising you. You thought he’d give more resistance.

“Really?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

At first, Nathan thought of you as some sort of competition when he found out that you were also in Community Service for stealing, though it was for something bigger than pick’n’mix at the Bowling Alley. He’s even more thrown off and jealous when, after the thunder storm, your powers turned out to be being able to walk through walls which made your thievery even easier, while he wasn’t even sure what his own powers were. “This isn’t fair,” He whined, after catching you putting your hand through the vending machine and retrieving free bags of crisps. It took getting three chocolate bars out and throwing them to him to make him shut up.

He then realized the advantages of having a friend like you, and since you had nothing else to do - especially with the social workers ending up dying constantly - you aided him in all of his plans and he warmed up to you more and more. For someone who had a lot of jokes, he had a lot of serious plans on what to do with the money that you took from a bank vault and the candy that was taken from various vending machines.