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Infatuated Infected B

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2 Years before infection

"What the hell?!" David yelled as he stormed toward Nathan, "I almost fucking fell you sunova bitch!"

"Well, you didn't, now did you?" Nathan said with a nonchalant shrug.  David growled and grabbed the taller boy's black hoody, yanking him down, "I could have fucking died and it would have been your fault!"

Nathan gave a hate-filled glare, "I suggest you back off, little man."

David snarled as he suddenly clocked his 'friend' across the jaw, letting go of the hoody as the dark haired boy took a few steps back in surprise, before throwing an attack of his own, fist landing against David's stomach.

A full on fight ensued, the two boys falling to the floor as they wrestled and beat each other.

A few feet away, Lance was leaning against the railing of the rooftop, casually smoking a cigarette.  Behind him was a four story drop to the cement of the alley below.  

Earlier, David had been doing parkour and misjudged the distance, missing his mark and hanging from the edge by both hands.

Nathan had simply told him to pull himself up, not even moving from his spot on an air conditioning unit.

It had been Lance who quickly crossed the rooftop to pull David up before he slipped off and met his demise on the cold cement below.

Nathan slammed the brown haired boy against the concrete roof and raised a fist, preparing to finish the fight.

"You're a selfish asswipe ya know that?!" David spat, "That's why no one will ever love you!  Your father didn't even want you!"

"Shut up!" Nathan's fist connected with the side of the smaller boy's head with a loud crack.

Lance exhaled a puff of smoke and calmly put his cancer stick out against the rail, dropping the butt over the edge.  "That's enough." He called out as he moved toward them.  He pulled Nathan off and pushed him away as he reached down to help David up.

He held them apart and stood between them.  Lance was easily the tallest of the group, standing over six feet tall, and had short, scruffy hair that was an almost black looking brown color.

Nathan, not much shorter than Lance, had thick, jet-black hair and cold blue eyes to match.

The shortest, David, was easily five inches smaller than Nathan and had very messy light brown hair.

"Look, it's hot, we're all a little tired and I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding." Lance said in a bored tone.  He honestly couldn't care less, but if one ended up killing the other then he'd get in trouble, and he hated being in trouble. "Why don't we just call it a day and meet back up later when everyone's had time to cool off?"

"Misunderstanding my ass!  He was gonna let me die!"

"Whatever."  Nathan rolled his eyes and turned away.  Lance held David back as the other boy left the rooftop.
--
Nathan stumbled into the small diner, fully aware of the fact that he probably looked like shit, but he couldn't possibly care less.  He plopped down in a small booth near the back, flipping off an older man who gave him an odd look.

His head was pounding, his eye hurt, his lip stung and his jaw was sore.  Currently, however, all he really wanted was something to eat.

"Oh my, you're quite a sight." A gentle voice said.  Nathan looked up at the waiter.  A boy, probably no older than eighteen, but no younger than sixteen, with golden blonde hair that was up in a short and messy ponytail, a few strands in front coming loose and falling in his face.  His hazel eyes held a kind look and his pink lips were lifted into a friendly smile.  He was shorter than Nathan and seemed almost petite, but perhaps not quite.

"Did you pick a fight with a truck?" The waiter asked jokingly.  Nathan was going to sneer and snap something rude, but instead found himself simply saying, "A fight with my friend."

"Goodness, I'm sorry." The other replied, looking sincere.  He sat a bowl of water with a rag in it on the table, along with a sandwich baggy with some ice in it.  "I saw you when you came in, so I took the liberty of getting you a few things.  I assume since you're here you want something to eat as well?" He took a pad and pen from the pockets around his waist.  

Nathan nodded, a little surprised at the hospitality, "Yeah, um… Could I just get some fries and a bowl of soup please?  And a Pepsi?"  When had he ever been so nice?  

Concussion.  That was it. He had a concussion.

"Sure thing.  What kind of soup?"

"It doesn't really matter."

"You look like a vegetable stew kinda guy to me."

"Actually, that's sounds great.  Thanks." He gave a small smile.  The waiter returned it tenfold, "Wonderful.  I'll get these right out."

"Thanks."

"Of course, hun." The waiter turned away and headed for the counter, where he gave the piece of paper to a girl behind the counter, who then stuck it on a rotating wheel in a window behind her.  

Nathan watched as the boy took a seat at the bar and chatted with the bartender.  It was only then that he realized the blonde had been wearing a name tag, but he hadn't read it.

He looked down at the items on the table.  Sighing, he picked up the rag and rung it out over the bowl, using it to first wipe away the blood he knew was seeping from his swelling lip.  He then dipped it back in the bowl, rang it out again and wiped his face, figuring it was probably covered in dirt as well.  

Once that was done he opened the bag of ice and took out a large piece, putting it in his mouth to suck on and hopefully help the swelling in his lip, before closing the bag back up and holding it against his left eye, which he guessed was probably swelling too.

He sighed and let his eyes slip shut, resting his elbow on the table and head in his hand.

He found his thoughts wandering to the waiter.  His voice, his smile, his eyes.  He'd treated Nathan as a person too, unlike most people who took one look at his multiple piercings in his ears, dark eyeliner and black clothing and assumed he was a bad person.

Then again, most people would be right.

Still, it's sort of nice to be treated as a person rather than a delinquent.  

He wondered if he had a chance with this kid, then scolded himself as he realized he was probably too young.  Nathan was twenty-one, and the boy couldn't be older than eighteen, if that, meaning Nathan could get into serious trouble.

"Hey handsome, how ya feeling?"

Nathan opened his eyes.  The waiter smiled down at him as he sat a small basket of fries, a glass of soda and a bowl of stew down on the table.

"Wow," Nathan commented, "That was fast."

"Sure was.  Anything else I can get you?"

"… A little company?"  Nathan was more than surprised that that had just come out of his mouth.  The waiter gave a small laugh, "Sure thing." He slid into the seat across from Nathan, "So, do you mind me asking what happened?"

Nathan put down the ice bag and picked up a ketchup bottle, squirting some into the basket beside the fries before pushing it toward the center of the table, indicating to the blonde that he was free to take some.

"I guess I was sort of being an asshole…"

"That doesn't seem like a legitimate reason to beat the hell out of you."

Nathan shrugged.

"What's your name?"

"Nathan."

The waiter smiled, holding out a hand over the table, "It's nice to meet you Nathan, I'm Tyler."

Nathan took the offered hand and shook, "It's nice to meet you too."

--

Sometime later, the fries were gone and the bowl of soup sat empty.  Nathan smiled as Tyler told him about something that had happened in school some years ago.  Normally, he couldn't bring himself to give two shits about anything anyone else wanted to chat about, but he found himself strangely interested.

How long had they been talking now?  Well over thirty minutes at the least.  So far, there hadn't been a dull or awkward moment.

Which was bad.  Nathan knew he shouldn't be interested in this kid.  He could get into so much trouble.

"Well, it's about time to close shop."

This pulled Nathan from his thoughts.  He checked his cell.  

"It's seven already?"  They'd been talking for more than an hour.  

"Time flies when you're enjoying yourself, huh?"

"Yeah." Nathan said as they stood.  He noticed that he was a full head taller than the other boy.  "How much do I owe?"

"Nothing.  It's on the house."

"Wow, thanks." Nathan said with an appreciative smile.  Tyler gave him a big smile in return, "I like you.  We should hang out sometime.  Gimme your phone."

Nathan nodded in agreement and pulled his phone out of his pocket, handing it to the perky blonde.  Tyler played with it for a moment, clicking several buttons before handing it back, "Text me sometime when you wanna hang."

"Um… I'm not really sure we should.  People might get the wrong idea, ya know?"

Tyler looked confused and hurt, "Oh, you mean you're not interested?  I'm sorry, I thought that you-"

"No, it's not that.  I'm very interested, it's just that I'm twenty-one and you're like, what, seventeen?  I'm pretty sure that's against some sort of law."

"Seventeen?  No one ever guesses my age correctly…"

"Sixteen?"

Tyler shook his head.

"Eighteen?"

Tyler gave a small smile, making his right hand into a fist with his thumb pointing upward, gesturing up twice, the universal signal for 'higher.'

"Nineteen?"

He gestured again.

"Twenty?"

"Well, now you're in the right decade, but no."

"Twenty-one?"

"Getting warmer."

"Twenty-two?"

"Yup!" Tyler chirped with a large smile.  Nathan's jaw dropped, "You're older than me?!"

"I guess so.  Don't worry though, I'll let you top." He said with a smirk and a wink.  Nathan's eyes widened, completely at a loss for words.  Tyler giggled, "Relax! I'm just playing."  His smile dropped and suddenly he looked shy, "Unless you don't want me to be, of course."

"I… Uh…" Nathan felt his face heating up.

"I really like you."

"I really like you too."

Tyler smiled again, "Good!" He stood on his tip-toes and leaned closer, "Call me later, okay?" He placed a quick kiss on Nathan's cheek before dropping and heading toward the counter.

Nathan watched for a few seconds, more than a little shocked, before pulling his wallet out and taking a five dollar bill from one of the folds, placing it on the table.  He replaced his wallet and left the diner.
Nathan x Tyler = sofuckincuteyourheadmayexplode

Yes, this will eventually tie in to the main Infatuated Infected.

Ch. 2: [link]

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Awww! Cute! Keep going! X3