˚ 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒.

⠀⠀ . . . ⠀⠀

or both of you, who knows. why the hell are we talking about threesome?

i’m glad, because honestly, i’m not sure what i’d do if i met two versions of you, nate.

that’s still questionable. no offense, but people like you are kinda hard to believe.

oh, mhm that. and some other things, not physically.

thank you. yeah, i don’t look the same as i did in high school. you still look the same though, just slightly different. can’t exactly pinpoint.

well .. i still don’t trust you, nate. but i’ll give you that. although, dunno what kind of “change” you’re talking about.

really? have you?

it took everything in her to control the urge to roll her eyes. “ can i help you .ᐣ ” she called out from across the field.

you still haven’t changed. leave me alone.

cheer practice so early in the morning .. what is the * reader looking at .ᐣ

why am i not surprised. what do you want, nate?

“ ugh, you’re so stubborn. ” she gave in either way .. like she always did. the rush of adrenaline the fight provided her now coming to a calm, she allowed him to reel her in. her own arms finding their way around him. “ i love you. ”

do not disturb. she’s doing something really important.

You must be Nate. Gustavo, or Gus, either one works. Nice to meet you.