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Feb 18 2018, 03:04 PM
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You feel like a hundred times yourself</div>
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Nathan was pretty well prepared for Valentine’s day, honestly. He had bought Amber a few presents- small, expensive ones- and gotten the restaurant recommendation from Duncan (nothing Duncan owned, thank you, Amber would spot that a mile off) and he knew she wouldn’t care much about the effort he put into it and she would tell him so, but every time Nathan offered to take back gifts, she would never let him – so he figured, really, he was winning. But the best gift had been a month in the making. He had produced, last month, a lavish and comically overlarge box of chocolates, well aware that it would take her a while to get through all of them and thus she would not spot the middle chocolate for a while, which not even chocolate; it was the fob of a key, bedazzled with an A on the keyring. He’d waited rather patiently for the freak out text, but he was very sure of his decision because he and Amber had been together for two years now (they’d broken up five times in that period, but it wasn’t like, a proper break-up, you know? So it didn’t count). If there was ever a time for your girlfriend to move in, it might be after two years of steady relationships and also right when her flatmate had gotten knocked up by your mutual friend, just saying.
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Eventually, Amber had texted about it and he had been deliberately evasive, and also pointed out it obviously wasn’t his key because he had been at his place for the last month, did she think he was spontaneously homeless or something? Because the social event he’d attended last week begged to differ, thanks, and you know what, if she was so offended by having his key, she could drop it off at his. She had complained, but she was on her way and he genuinely couldn’t tell if she’d figured out the obvious or not, but he was waiting around anyway, watching some TV show about whales and generally relaxing on the weekend. He didn’t even bother answering the door when she knocked, just waited until she did the obvious thing and opened the door herself. “Well, you took ages,” he complained immediately, muting the TV and swinging his legs off the sofa. “I mean, hey, babe,” he greeted, switching tack, heading over to give her a kiss on the cheek before she did something like throw the key at him for not looking adoring enough.


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Nathan wasn’t an idiot, he knew it was Amber’s birthday today. This time last year, they’d celebrated with a lavish dinner and expensive presents, and, in general, they’d had a great time because he was particularly generous when he thought he had reason to be (also, Amber would never accept a sub-par birthday celebration, neither would he). The problem was that, in the run-up to this one, there wasn’t any point in planning anything because they were not a couple, and he was supposed to do other things like go to work, spend time at the gym, and antagonise his friends and siblings. He’d done a social event earlier in the month in the hopes that it would get him out of the ball later on, but even so, that hadn’t really filled his calendar enough to stop him thinking about how much happier he’d be if he and Amber were still dating. They’d find something interesting to do, because they always did; he didn’t think they could have been dating for that whole year without it being something important, and anyway, he was tired of being dragged away to corners and leaving their interaction at that.
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He figured he’d give their relationship one last shot and if it didn’t work out then he would become very surly about it for another few months. He couldn’t really, you know, stop being a werewolf, but he thought that if Amber loved him, it shouldn’t matter; it wasn’t like he was making a big deal out of it (in other words, he was still not telling his parents). He thought flowers should do the trick for her birthday, that was what all his friends had told him, so he had gone to get a bouquet, figuring that even if he didn’t provide lots of champagne, she should still be happy with him. Getting the flowers in question from the florists to her apartment did take a lot of walking backwards, glancing around the flowers, and general help from strangers, but he finally ended up outside her door, knocking with his foot. Only now did he realise he hadn’t called ahead, and he hoped that Lizzie didn’t answer the door, because he didn’t know how to explain this.
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He was relieved when it was Amber who answered, but, frankly, he hadn’t thought this far, and he panicked. “Amber! Uh… Happy birthday,” he started, shoving the flowers at her (romantically). “I got you these, I thought maybe we could, um… talk, maybe?” he tried, not sure if he should immediately go for the impassioned ‘take me back’ speech.


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Nathan had genuinely thought he’d gone under the radar that his parents had forgotten about his existence. He had even gotten his hopes up as social event after social event passed him by and his phone didn’t blow up, he received no polite but forceful phone calls that lightly demanded that he attend. He saw notifications that Logan and Alex were both in attendance at a variety of evening soirees, and wondered if, somehow struck with a hint of compassion, his parents had realised Nathan was suffering without a girlfriend (nights trapped together in a park notwithstanding) and had decided to leave him alone. But no, they really weren’t that kind and just as he had planned a quiet, calm life with no people ever, just him and his grotesque affiliation, a gallery exhibit had opened up, and oh, wouldn’t it be wonderful if Nathan attended? He had grouchily suited up, intending on being well known just enough that people would remember him and then peacing out before someone tried to do something like tell him he had grown up to be so handsome.
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The art, frankly speaking, was beyond him. He didn’t know what people were expecting from him; he looked at pictures of tragic women and baby Jesus blankly, disagreeing with the nearest person’s interpretation only because he had a reputation to maintain. He had turned away from implying that a woman looked a lot like a rather heavy-set woman in the painting (‘Yes, I can see why you’d identify with her, I hear people often feel they are reflected in the art they see.’) to find someone else to make glare at him when he caught sight of- oh no. At the sight of Amber, his mouth twisted into a scowl and he stared over at her as though she might recognise his brief flash of sadness from across the room and respond appropriately; instead, he decided that the wine in his hand was good for one thing and he knocked it back, hoping it might take immediate effect. Unfortunately for everyone involved, he could no longer feel anything from one glass.
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He thought he might be okay, though, until he realised that, worse, she wasn’t there alone. He watched with a grim expression as she touched a stranger’s arm- far too intimately for his liking, like they were there together, what a horrible thought- and turned to grab another glass, knocking that back too. He didn’t know if it was working out for him but he didn’t want to stand around and watch this, so he turned to engage the nearest young lady in conversation, asking her opinion about the art as though he legitimately cared what she thought.


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May 2 2017, 05:27 PM
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Nathan was late. This was, frankly, unthinkable; he didn’t do lateness, and he certainly didn’t know how it had happened. All he’d done was stop to get a coffee and take a shortcut through Trafalgar square to make his tube connection, but this was, apparently, a terrible idea (as terrible as wandering Neverland on full moons, it seemed). It was warm, fairly calm weather- a little windy but hey, it was England- and then he had turned the corner onto the square and been promptly drenched. He didn’t know how this had happened and he had spent a whole moment blinking in mild surprise, unsure how to respond to this change in weather. His coffee cup all but forgotten, he looked around to find that this was really quite localised; he could see the sunshine if he just took two steps to the left, but the square was drenched, with people standing around, looking equally confused. <p>
It was all this confusion that, frankly, was also going to make him late. He had no idea what happened but he did know he had places to be and he supposed that although he wanted to spend a minute ranting to the appropriate authorities about this inappropriate weather, he couldn’t really do that right now; he would have to schedule it for later, perhaps via phone call. Instead, he decided that although he’d turn up soaking wet somewhere, this was a normal circumstance, probably, and he would just make his way to the tube station anyway. This plan was scarpered when, midway through his determined walking, he walked right into someone else and he gave a dramatically loud sigh. This was so typical of his life nowadays, and he peered at the other person in the rain. “Finley!” he sighed, as though Finley had woken up that morning with the sole desire to annoy Nathan. “Do you mind?”


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Apr 7 2017, 03:40 PM
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The full moon was still a few nights away; Nathan knew this. He had to live his life based around moon cycles now, marking them off on his calendar, making plans at work in his absence, fixing up his exercise cycle to fit into this new life. He was not a fan but he didn’t particularly get a choice so, naturally, he made the best of it whilst looking incredibly grouchy. When he was too bored of sitting at home, doing nothing or waiting for texts because he was obviously that sad nowadays, he went for a run; Kew Gardens was out of the way but it had a lot of winding paths and he could get sufficiently exhausted there before going home to shower and sleep- at least, that was the plan as he kept up a steady pace, earphones in, phone attached securely to his arm. He hadn’t seen someone in a while, which he put down to the late hour, although he wouldn’t have noticed either way; he had a specific playlist for running, and he was more focused on keeping pace with it.
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He swung around a tight corner rather sharply and, because there had been no way to check, immediately bumped into someone, rocking backwards and ripping out his earphones with his free hand. Grouchy as he was nowadays, he didn’t actively seek to annoy people, especially mid-routine, and he wanted to make sure they were okay before he carried on. Instead, once he had straightened up and regarded who it was that he ran into-a flash of blonde hair should have tipped him off- he immediately half-scowled, his expression getting stuck somewhere between surprised, pleased and annoyed. “Oh,” he started, seeing the girlfriend whom he was not currently dating. “It’s you.” He couldn’t help the contempt in his voice; she had, after all, broken up with him.


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