fandomhighdorms | Main Campfire | Afternoon | Sunday

Nathan wasn't smoking today. Nathan wasn't drinking or rolling a joint or doing anything illegal that would have gotten him arrested if he didn't live on an insane fucking island where crime seemed to be embraced or, at least, tolerated.

No, Nathan was standing up the lit campfire (it might have been too warm for that but what the hell, he wanted to use his lighter for something) and texting back and forth with Alisha. Why Alisha, he didn't know but she'd been the one who returned his first text.

Of course, the subject of their conversation wasn't very, well, normal. Proving that Alisha really didn't think of Nathan as a friend, she was actually texting him with challenges of jumping into the fire and testing out how long he could last if he avoided the whole stop, drop and roll thing. Nathan kept threatening to take that dare but man, that fire looked really fucking hot.

And then Alisha was calling him names, questioning his masculinity and telling him she was going to tell everyone else that he couldn't even stand a little heat. Nathan wondered what he'd get if he did take the dare, Alisha said she'd let him touch her and go with it and now Nathan was...still staring at the fire.

It just looked really fucking hot.

[Campfire's open and no, he is not going into the fire, I promise. Way too hot.]

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"I was kind of too busy bleeding all over the floor," Nathan scowled, shaking his head. "So no, I didn't hit her back. She licked the blood off my fucking neck and then left me there to bleed. Sweet girl, really. I think I might see if she'll crack my kneecaps next."

"If that's what you're into, I guess." It didn't sound like it, and her dry tone might've implied she thought as much. "But I'm guessing not."

"Relax. It's not like I'm taking her side."

"I'm plenty relaxed," Nathan told her, rolling his eyes. "You wanna kiss it and make it better? You don't look like you'd be very fucking good at playing doctor but I'm willing to give you a shot, if you want."

No, she didn't really feel kissing it better. "You don't seem relaxed. You seem pissy," she remarked. "And I like a little more enthusiasm than 'suppose I'll give you a shot'."

A year or so with Alex and the appearance of feelings might've made her a little more discerning about these things. Almost a miracle.

"I'm not pissy at all," Nathan told her, rolling his eyes. "You're not a very good judge of character, are you? I might not be relaxed but I'm not pissy. I'm thinking about jumping into this fire."

"Because that's a great idea." Sarcasm, that was definitely sarcasm. "How did I not think of that?"

It was fun to talk to someone who didn't know about his newfound immortality. "You didn't think of that because you're not as amazing and as talented as I am. I could have a jump into the fire, burn myself beyond recognition and then I'd really need a doctor. Would you be willing then?"

"You don't want to put yourself in my hands." Bad plan, Nathan, bad plan.

Effy leaned back against her log and picked at a few twigs and bits of bark on the ground to throw at the fire. "Not got much of a caring instinct."

"You saying you'd just watch me burn and scream in pain?" Nathan wondered, glancing over at her. A text from Alisha came in and he ignored it for the moment. She was just probably calling him a wanker or a dickhead or something. "Harsh, mate, harsh."

Was it weird that he still didn't know her name?

Possibly, for anyone else. Effy seemed to be making not telling people her name a bit of a habit.

"Do I really seem that bad?" Come on. Even at her worst she wasn't evil. "I might drag you out and yell a bit." She just wouldn't have a clue what to do aside from put him out.

"Drag me out and yell a bit?" Nathan repeated, shaking his head. "By that time, I'd be burned beyond recognition, doomed to months and months of painful skin grafts. I'd be better off just dying. At least then I'd come back good as fucking new!"

"Might be worth not chucking yourself in there in the first place." Just a suggestion. "Sounds uncomfortable."

Besides, Effy had enough trauma to keep her in therapy for the rest of her life. No need to add to it.

"Probably," Nathan agreed, glancing at the fire. "But, I'm being challenged to do it and I can't let anyone question the size of my balls. They're massive and I've got no issue proving it."

"Can't just take a picture?" she asked, smirking. "Put a quid next to for comparison."

"Please," he said dismissively. "That's a fucking cop out and you know it. I've got the ability to jump into this fire, suffer horrible pain until I die and then pop back up like nothing happened. It's a new thing for me."

Effy paused in her little game tossing things at the flames to look across at Nathan.

"And they say men are pussies about pain." Yet here he was, contemplating it to prove a point. 'They' also said she was mental. If he was honestly considering this, she'd say that was a term better applied to him right now.

"Well, I'm fucking immortal now," he said and flexed a bicep like that was some proof of his immortality. "I could jump in this fire and burn until I was just a bag of fucking bones and I'd come back with not a blemish on me."

Effy looked him over a moment longer. "How lovely." Still full of sarcasm. She just couldn't help herself.

"What if there's, like, a limit on number of times or something?"

"There's not." Nathan didn't know that for sure but why would he get a limit when Curtis, Alisha, Kelly and Simon didn't have limits on their shit? "Why would the fucking storm do that to me? That just wouldn't be fair. You can't give a bloke something like immortality and then rip it away."

Main Campfire | Afternoon | Sunday | June 12

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