Nathan decided to take Alex and I home with him, since he didn't have anything better to do I guess, much to the luck of my mother, who didn't even bother coming home from work. He parked his car at his driveway and we got out, but while Alex started to head over to our house, I actually wanted to stay over at his place, or at least take him with me. But of course, I didn't quite dare to say anything, all I did was stare at him for a while, before uttering a silent 'bye'.
"You look stressed, is something the matter?", he took my hand in his, his green eyes spreading comfort and worry. It's true, I actually am stressed, so many things are turning easy tasks into hard challenges and I don't even know why. "Oh, it's nothing, tired and stuff.", I once read that saying you're tired is easi
