Dethklok- Melodic

Oh, Nathan

"Alright, I can take it from here," Nathan said to Toki as he opened the bathroom door. Verra was nearly passed out on the floor, laying peacefully beside the guitarist. Toki helped her stand and switched with Nathan so that he held her up. They walked outside, Nathan and Verra trailing behind everyone.

"You could've stayed... Ya know," she tiredly mumbled, "I'd have...been just... Fine." Nathan kept a straight face and continued towards their motorcycle. "Take a day off tomorrow, you're going to have the worst f--cking hangover."

"I'm fired?" She asked, barely understanding what was happening. Nathan began to shake his head, but then grinned a bit. "Yup, that's exactly what I'm telling you. You got too drunk and now my opinion of you has been tainted."

"Oh f--k," was all she could reply with. Nathan propped her up on the back of the motorcycle. She wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head down on his shoulder. He figured that she'd pick up her car next time they visited the bar. He also knew he wasn't going to let Murderface get her drunk again.

Nathan dropped the guys off at Mordhaus and took Verra home himself. The ride was dark and empty. He was lucky he left before getting too drunk. He couldn't bear to get into another crash and possibly be at fault for injuring or killing this girl.

Nathan could remember seeing her laying on the floor next to Toki. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Toki and Verra seemed to be pretty close as friends. That's all he wanted them to be, he realized. Nathan had been intimidated by her at first. He still was a bit, but she was easy to talk to.

Verra wasn't slutty. She wasn't cheap. She had self respect. She was funny, sweet, and charismatic. Verra was real. Nathan liked that about her. He thought about Rebecca briefly. How much he hated being tied down to her. Then again, she'd hold out on him for any reason she could find. As the girl tightens her grip around him, he couldn't help but smile. It felt natural.

He pulled up to her apartment complex. It was average, and seemed somewhat welcoming. He remembered her telling stories about some old guy who would make clothes out of people's garbage around there. It made him chuckle to himself.

As he stepped up to the door and pushed it open, he was surprised to see how normal looking her apartment was. For such an interesting girl, she sure lived in a plain home. He brought her to her bedroom. It was covered with band posters. She had an Alesis electric drum kit in the corner. Her Gibson was still in her car.

As she fell back onto her bed, Nathan stopped and examined her. His eyes seemed to dart across her face. He didn't get it. What was so special about this girl? She wasn't ugly, but also wasn't absolutely gorgeous. She was average looking. He saw a little bit of himself in her. Was that narcissistic? He wasn't too sure.

"I'll, uh... See you on Friday," he whispered.