About Me

Nate. Nathaniel. That one asshole. However you wanna spin it, whatever you wanna call me. I probably don't like you.

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Who I'd Like to Meet



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April 11 2012 11:47 PM · 55 notes

Hey, I remember you | Eleanor and Nate

Nate decided to go out for a walk. It was a beautiful night in the city and he didn’t feel like spending it indoors doing laundry. Everyone seemed to be busy tonight, but he was craving attention. He’d stop ever so often when someone recognized him and take a picture, flirt around, and leave. He found himself at the park Ella was at a lot. In some way, he hoped he could find her there. However, he wouldn’t admit that. He was an Asher. Aarogant, flirty, and a heartbreaker. If he wanted too, he could probably talk his way into bed with just about any girl. He didn’t want that at the moment though. Sighing, he took a seat on the grass, laying back and staring up at the sky. He heard footsteps and turned his head in the direction, squinting his eyes to try and catch a glimpse of who it was.