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Nate stood boredly at his position at the drive-thru window at McDonald's. Let this day just ******** be-- "Welcome to ******** Mickie-Dee's. Tell me your ******** order," he sighed, messing with the touch screen at his station. --over. His teeth played with his lip ring and one hand messed with his hair while the other one punched the order into the screen. He really didn't want to be at work right now. Mostly because the visor he was forced to wear ******** his hair up. What an inconvenient piece of attire. Plus, he looked terrible in yellow. It just wasn't his color. I hate life. Yes I do. I really want to murder you, he sang in his head while humming the tune as his b***h of a supervisor walked by and glared at him. He just rolled his eyes at her and returned his attention to the order-ee. "That'll be $14.69. Drive to the first window to gimme your ******** money." The person then drove through, giving him a harsh look at his language and gave him exact change before driving up to the second window to get their food. Nate only shrugged. He then noticed there was another customer. "Welcome to ******** Mickie-Dee's. Gimme your ******** order."

Nate looked dully at his customer as he pulled up at the window. "$6.97, I said. Stop gawking at me." He held out his hand to get the money from the teen, standing there impatiently. Well... Isn't he a cute one, Nate thought to himself, his expression not changing. Once the teen finally gave him the money, he looked down at a ten dollar bill. He sighed. Great...gotta get change... Nate fiddled with the cash register for a few moments before handing him back three ones and three pennies. "$3.03's your change. And a great band. Drive to the next window and enjoy your ******** food." He then turned and took his headset off. "Oi, Kyle! Switch positions with me!" he called, walking to the food window. They exchanged headsets and Nate took the position over, getting the food ready to hand to the teen from before. He pulled the window open, popping his head out, finally showing the other some emotion. A smirk. He handed him the food. "You know...I get off in fifteen if you wanna come enjoy your fat-filled lunch inside..."

Nate noticed Kyle getting off of his shift and clocked out himself. Making sure he took off his uniform, he moved towards the eating area. He glanced around the room, spotting the boy from earlier. His eyes narrowed when he saw Kyle sitting at the table with him. Kyle had a tendency to try and steal everyone Nat ehad an interest in. Oh, hell no. Not this time. His eyes locked on Kyle, a dark glare was shot towards him as he stomped over. His ice-blue eyes seemed like they were almost glowing from his irritation. "Kyle, what the ******** do you think you're doing? I invited him to stay and wait for me, not you. You're not takin' another ******** chance from me. Shoo."

Kyle just looked up at Nate with a wide smirk. "Make me leave, and I will. Like hell anyone wants you anyway. You're just a foul-mouthed son-of-a-b***h that sulks and cuts himself everytime he doesn't get his way. No one wants to deal with that."

Nate immediately pulled his sleeves further down self-consciously. "That's none of yours or anyone else's business. Only mine. I have my reasons, so ******** off. You know what? I don't even ******** care anymore... I'm going ******** home. You can have him... By the way," he ended, addressing the teen across from Kyle, "He's gonna ******** you then leave you. Don't trust a word the ******** says. He'll tell you he's gonna stay with you forever, then the next day, you wake up naked and alone in your ******** bed..." He then turned on his heel, heading for the door.

Nate jumped and yelped as he was slammed back against his vehicle. His body was trembling slightly under Kyle's hold. He knew that if Kyle wanted to, he could seriously hurt Nate. That was definitely for sure. They had known each other forever and there was never a time that Nate won a fist-fight between the two. He always walked away with a bloody lip or nose and a black eye or two. With every word Kyle spat at him, it felt like he was getting stabbed in the heart. There was so much hate in his gaze... It made him hate himself even more than he already did.

When Kyle finally let him go, he dropped to the cement, his legs giving out beneath him. He took a deep, shakey breath, not knowing that he had held his breath the whole time. He still wasn't aware of the tears rolling down his cheeks. I'm not jealous of you... I'm jealous of everyone you pay attention to... You're the reason I started cutting myself in the first place... Why can't you see what you've made me..? He buried his face in his knees, trying to calm his body for a few minutes. He eventually ended up dragging himself up into the front seat of his car, closing the door slowly. His body seemed to move in slow motion as he reached over into the glovebox, pulling out a small black case. He flipped it open to reveal a set of small, shiny, sharp knives. He slid one out of its place and held it up, shining it in the light. Do you see the monster I've become..? He set the knife on the dashboard and took his jacket off, throwing it in the back seat. He then grabbed another jacket that was already back there and put it on, rolling the sleeves up. It was Kyle's jacket. He had taken it from him a while ago. Before all this drama and s**t happened. He then picked the knifeup again and pressed it against his wrist. "Of course not..," he whispered before pressing it about half an inch deep into his skin and striking it sideways. He knew people joked and said, "Remember: Down the street not across it." Yeah, well, he didn't intend to just hurt himself. He intended to end his life then and there in the parking lot of his shitty job wearing the stolen hoodie of his ********. Maybe if he cut deep enough...no one would have to worry about him ******** up their life anymore. Kyle could go chase whoever the ******** he wanted and Nate wouldn't be there to stop him.

He watched the blood slowly drip from his wrist onto his lap. Someone would find him there and that would be planted in their mind for the resof their life... He got out of the car, putting his hood up. He then walked into the woods that were behind the McDonald's and just kept walking, letting the blood drip as it pleased. He walked a ways, not really caring where he ended up. He ended up leaning against a tree and sliding down it before he took the knife out and began slashing at his wrist like there was no tomorrow. For him, there probably wouldn't be a tomorrow. He then took his cell phone out and texted Kyle a simple message. "I'm sorry. For everything."