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𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓. When he was a kid, the only person that he had ever wanted to be was Sebastian Clairmont. Growing up, he saw how everyone treated Sebastian, the way that even as a young boy, he was always the one that people could count on. Nathan was slightly embarrassed to admit that he had looked up to his older cousin for most of his life. Even now, despite the fact that Sebastian didn't even really like him, they spent all of their time fighting with one another. Even now, as the two of them stood in the middle of his apartment, waiting for Celia to get home for her surprise party, the two couldn't help but bicker. Look, Nathaniel knew that the two of them led entirely different lives, and that they would never understand each other. However, Nathan longed for the friendship that they'd had when they were kids, before their families tried to pit them against each other, before they were so different that they didn't recognize the other.

Most people found it hard to believe that the two of them were best friends when they were younger, but it was the truth. Sebastian Clairmont was his favourite person in the world. When he first went into school and the teacher asked him what he'd wanted to be when he grew up, and while everyone else said they wanted to be doctors or lawyers, Nathan told his teacher that he wanted to be like his big cousin. But things were different now, they had grown up a lot since then, but Nathanial still wasn't quite sure what it was he wanted to do with his life. It was one of the many things that the two of them enjoyed fighting about. Maybe it was Seb's own way of caring, but he was as hard to get a read on these days as a brick wall. There was a time when Nathan was convinced that the two of them were telepathic, but Nate wasn't as confident in his ability to read the eldest Clairmont's mind anymore.

"What do you even eat?" Sebastian questioned, scrunching his nose up in disgust as he raided his pantry. "You don't have any food here." Nathan shrugged, tying off a yellow balloon and setting it down on the floor. "Don't tell me you can't afford to buy groceries because I know that's not true."

"I have food," he protested, walking over to open the cabinet where he kept the limited amount of food that he could actually cook. "And takeout does exist, you know." Sebastian looked absolutely disgusted by the contents of his pantry, and the wide variety of sugary treats and boxed foods. "Do you have anything in here that's even part of a food group?" Nathan rolled his eyes. His cousin likes to micromanage everyone and everything they do. That never really did change, now that he'd thought about it. "Of course," Nathan replied, "Only the most important food groups, the desserts." This time when he'd gone to tie off the balloon, it slipped from his grasp and flew around his kitchen before coming to a stop on Sebastian's leather shoes. "Do you take anything seriously?" He asked in exasperation, like he was wondering why he'd even bothered in the first place.

"Not usually," he replied lightly, trying to ignore the gnawing feeling in his chest that told him he was a disappointment. That he was the only one in his family who didn't have his life together. Sebastian was a CEO, Celia had her business, and what did he have? The answer was nothing. He didn't regret anything about his life, but he couldn't shake the feeling that told him he was a fuck-up in comparison to everyone else. Sebastian liked to remind him of that every chance he got. Seb muttered something under his breath then glanced at his watch, "She should be getting home soon."

Nathan couldn't help but snort, "You know there's no way that Cece's gonna be surprised right?" Margot was loyal to Celia before she was loyal to either one of them. She'd spill the beans, he was certain of it. "Margot's going to spoil the surprise. I'd be willing to put down money for it."

"I think you're wrong," he replied, finishing up the last of the stuff for the party. Nathan smirked, "Fifty bucks says she blabs about it," he wagered. He wasn't expecting Sebastian to even consider the offer, but as he watched his eyes narrow, he wondered if he was actually going to take him up on the offer. "I'll take that bet," he agreed after a brief moment of silence, and then offered his hand out to shake, which was in proper Sebastian Clairmont fashion. "And since we're speaking about Margot..." he trailed off, looking at Nathan like he was expecting him to fill in the blanks.