IMESSAGES | NATE MALOLEY {COMPLETE}

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as i came out of my car to see jack gilinsky already at the door, opening it wide open as his grin drops, arms in the air.

"where's the fucking snacks?!"

"i didn't have ti-"

"there are always time for snacks," i approach the front door, as jack lets me slide past him.

and i see nate.

he was laid out on the couch, carefully watching the TV infront of him.

a bit of scruff was prickled on his face as he had dark bags underneath his eyes.

he was a pale, snow color as his cheeks were red. i couldn't help but to feel butterflies in my stomach as i then took a large step towards him.

"you have a guest, nate." gilinsky groans, "no fucking snacks, really?" he muffles under his breath.

then, his brown chocolate eyes focused on me.

"jen?" his hoarse voice speaks up.

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