[[[Nate Hayes]]] District 11 Done!

Oh, god. I honestly do wonder about my best friend’s hair. It's long and cut really close to his face, and is almost angular. It tapers down at the chin, then sort of flips if he doesn't obsessively straighten it with rocks or whatever. I honestly do hate his hair, but I guess it's decent enough. From what I've noticed, it's fairly well kept and somewhat fair in constancy. Like, the hair breaks really easily for some reason. And just to add onto the odd haircut, he has bangs that sweep his forehead in clumps. No, not in a normal swoosh like that district ten kid. Nope, he has to have clumpy bangs, no matter how many times I pester the kid to get improved bangs or not sweat so much.

I swear, Nate probably has some of the palest skin in the whole district. For some reason, he has this really pale skin tone that instantly burns when he goes out in the sun, leading to a ton of pink skin, especially on his cheeks and arms, which might as well lead to people taunting him about being a lobster. Me included. And I guess outside of the burning issue, he does have good enough skin. Very little zits, I guess. Sure, there’s some, as every teenager does, but it tends to be pretty clear skin.

His eyes are pretty enough, somewhere in-between grey and blue and green, so I guess some people would just classify them as... mixed? I don't know, they change with what he's wearing. His eyes are rather big on his face, giving a slightly animated way of his expressions.

Nate's facial features are rather... They contradict each other. Starting with the wide forehead, and the rather straight nose that some people would classify as intriguing, and others would sort of look at it and wonder how the front got so flat. Yeah, I know. A flat nose in the front, but I mock him for it. No big deal at all. His lips are medium sized, and the bottom lip is a lot bigger than the top, which kind of makes me snicker at times.

Oh, short. Nate is just really short for some reason. No clue why, but he is pretty damn short. He's probably five eight or something, and I like to torment him about his shortness. You know, him standing a good three inches shorter than the average guy? Yeah. And to top it all off, he's pretty thin. Not like scrawny thin, nor is he built. Nate kind of is... I don't know? Medium weight? I'm not a scale, thank you very much.

Nate likes dressing up as women? Sometimes, I guess. He only does it when I'm around, so I usually give him odd looks and sort of read or try to acquire more drugs from his underwear drawer (Yes; he keeps it in there. Idiot, it could get contaminated.) I guess he even the people he dresses up have personalities. Stupid drug dealing money gets him the wigs. I really need to get into that business.

Oh, the drugs. I absolutely adore the drugs. Marijuana, or the most easy to get a hold of drug in the district. It's so green and leafy. Well, that’s what Nate sells and uses. Sure, he gives me a discount on occasion, but due to his cheap tendencies, rarely do I get it free. Though, sometimes, I'll go on delivering trips with him. Those are interesting, since we're usually stoned and it's dark out and we get to go behind bushes. We usually get twigs in our hair, but no matter. It's still fun.

He's sarcasm in person. Seriously. He likes using sarcastic remarks in things, while at the same time; he seems to ooze the insanity. The kid makes me wonder sometimes if he can be taken seriously when it comes to things. Like, even when he is scared out his wits, it's kinda hard to recognize if he's being sarcastic or not.

While the guy is sarcastic, I swear Nate is like, obsessed with authority. Anybody who is father up on the food chain or whatever than him, he automatically tries to suck up to. It's almost pathetic how he does this. Eh, he's pathetic in general.

I swear, everything needs to be in order with him. I don't even know if he likes it when my name is said before his in class or something, since it's not alphabetized. I swear, he likes organization a little too much with this fact. Stupid organized loser.

Nate, on top of having the compulsive need to organize little things, must have his way. Or he'll whine and bitch about it, constantly. Like when I request just a very small amount of marijuana about payment. Sure, he'll give it to me, but when I refuse to do something for him, Nate will complain about it until he finally gets what he wants. Or I simply go away. And the next day, just like surefire, he's back, just less whiny.

Nate... let's just say that he likes sex. A lot. I wouldn't know, since we're just friends that have known each other since we were five or whatever, but from the stories that school has sometimes? Yeah, don't even go there. Usually, the people make funny faces when you hear about the rumors, but I like to hold them over his head or whatever.

But due to his obsessive responsibility for everything, he doesn't want to be caught by the authorities. Why he looks up to them I don't know, but he is really paranoid whenever he's not high. Always asking "What if THEY'RE peacekeepers?" And all that fun stuff. Fabulous.

Yeah, he was born in November. The exact date isn't very memorable, probably something more in the later dates. All I know is that he was born to his parents, who are overprotective as it gets. It's horrible how overprotective they are. All they do is coddle Nate and his three sisters, hovering over them obsessively.

Now, back to Nate's childhood. I met him when we were both five years old, in the first year of school. He was that kid who was shorter, a total brat and a little bit overdramatic when he got the smallest scrape. I guess I started to set him on the right path from spoiled rotten kindness. Sure, our parent's were a little iffed on how people with two completely different personalities would even associate with each other. At times, Nate even got really anxious and would try to not talk about me to his parents. At one point, I heard them say something along the lines of "You're still friends with that girl?" Yeah, talk about abandonment issues.

Hell, as we got older, we went through stuff together. Our first shift at the orchards? We made a field day of it, throwing books out of trees, trying to see whose would go faster. We spat on bridges just to do stupid things, and sometimes we would split an orange from the sun-topped trees. I'd mock him about being burned, and pretty soon, life fell into a pattern.

When I was fifteen and he was sixteen, when he finally said something about selling marijuana. He said it was something from this one supplier just north of the sugar houses (the places where sugar were grown) and he said he made money off of it. And for once, he let me have some. It wasn't bad, and I liked it, but continuing on. He sold it to people. He then became uber Paranoid about everything.

Yes, everything. Paranoia, by this point, has set into his bones, making him edgy half the time. Why? Because of his obsession with authority and all that fun stuff. He even one time had a miniature panic attack when he had a bag of the stuff tucked into his jacket and a peacekeeper walked by. Stupid ignorant fool, thinking two teenagers were up to good. I'd of love to see him squirm if he was arrested.

And with that, life has been his life. With all the drug dealings to go with it.

This app was written in the perspective of Nichole Anders, Hayley's character and Nate's BFFL.

The FC is Shane Dawson.

The lyrics are Photofinnish by 3oh!3 and the music that forced me through this app we're Girls Freak Me Out by The Summer Set

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