This is taken place ten years ahead in Nye's time stream. He is now about 25 years old, turning 26 in a few months. At the moment, he has no idea what will happen because he cannot see this far into the future, not even his own. Please, make sure he is unaware of this future. Thank you.
"Jennifer, stop trying to get me drunk."
"Come on sweetie, live a little!"
"You know why I don't." She pouts.
"Come on, just for me. Please?" He sighed.
"Fine Jenny." He grabbed the بیئر bottle she gave him and took a gulp of it. She smiled widely and clapped a little.
"Yay! Oh thank آپ honey!" She gave him a kiss on the lips, making it last. Nye gave her the smile she loved.
"You're welcome," he کہا as he took another gulp of his beer. About an گھنٹہ later, they left the bar and walked back to Jennifer's apartment. Nye carried her there, relieving her feet from her painful heels.
"You are so sweet, like candy," she کہا to him, kissing his cheek passionately. He moved his head a little.
"Not tonight sweetie. I've got work in the morning." She groaned.
"Come on, please?"
"You can't everything آپ want just سے طرف کی saying please." Jenny pouted, putting her head on his shoulder and looking at him, eyes big and pleading.
"Please?" she whined, her voice slurred slightly.
"Jen, how many bottles of بیئر did آپ drink tonight?"
"Uh, I think, it was about... four and a half?" Nye sighed, walking into her apartment and setting her down on the couch.
"Honey, that's way to many in one night." She started to pull him down سے طرف کی his شرٹ, قمیض collar.
"No it isn't. It's a normal amount." He tried to resist her, but her voice was angelic and persuasive. She pulled on his شرٹ, قمیض till his lips pressed against hers, forcing a lascivious kiss. Nye continued to kiss her until her sly tongue began to enter his mouth. He pulled away from the kiss abruptly, leaving Jennifer to kiss the air. He picked her up, carrying her like a baby, and laid her down in the bed, pulling the covers away before he set her down. The woman's dark chocolate colored eyes began to close slowly as Nye pulled the covers over her and removed all her jewelry so she wouldn't be in pain.
"There آپ are," he softly spoke as her kissed her head. "Good night sleepy head." He turned to go to the couch.
"Nye?" Jenny moaned. He turned to her, holding the door open.
"Yes honey?"
"I love آپ so much," she mumbled before she fell asleep.
"I love آپ too," he whispered as he left the room.
The اگلے day, Nye awoke to the smell of coffee and ٹوسٹ in the room. He checked the clock. 6 o'clock. Good, I didn't oversleep. he though. He got up out of the guest room in his sweatpants and walked out to the kitchen, not putting a شرٹ, قمیض over himself. Jenny stood at the counter, filling two mugs full of coffee. Nye walked over and gave her a kiss on the head.
"Morning sweetie." She smiled and handed him a mug.
"Morning best boyfriend ever." Nye gave her a look as he drank some of his coffee.
"And why is that?"
"Cause آپ took care of me last night while I was hammered. And didn't let me do anything stupid."
"Well, I think it would've been funny to see آپ do something stupid." She pushed him lightly, smiling. "But, آپ might have found out."
"For a boy who rarely smiles, آپ are so damn funny." She kissed him on the cheek and bit into a piece of toast.
"I try." Nye finished his coffee and put the mug in the sink. Then bit off a piece of Jennifer's ٹوسٹ and ran into the guest room before she could catch him.
"There was another piece of toast!"
"So?"
"It was for you!"
"Yours looked tastier." She laughed.
"Not a valid answer Nye." 
"Well that's the one you're getting." Jennifer laughed as she went back to the kitchen. Nye went to his closet and took out his typical clothing: A white collared shirt, tie, black vest, and jeans. He threw it all on, and went back out into the apartment. As he put on his shoes, Jennifer stood beside him holding his bag.
"Here honey." Nye stood up and kissed her before grabbing the bag.
"You are the best."
"I know," she کہا smiling.
"I'll see آپ lat-AHHH!" He fell and hit the wall, holding his head. Jennifer's eye's widened and rushed to his side.
"Nye? What is it?" She saw some blood coming from his head in his blonde hair. "I'm calling 911." She stood and ran to the phone, dialing the number. Nye groan as he saw the future flash before his eyes, himself escaping from the reality. Blood, knives, guns was all he saw, and the body of a man with blonde hair. Another person went to open his eyes: Green and dead. This wasn't just anyone's death. It was his own.
"Jennifer, stop trying to get me drunk."
"Come on sweetie, live a little!"
"You know why I don't." She pouts.
"Come on, just for me. Please?" He sighed.
"Fine Jenny." He grabbed the بیئر bottle she gave him and took a gulp of it. She smiled widely and clapped a little.
"Yay! Oh thank آپ honey!" She gave him a kiss on the lips, making it last. Nye gave her the smile she loved.
"You're welcome," he کہا as he took another gulp of his beer. About an گھنٹہ later, they left the bar and walked back to Jennifer's apartment. Nye carried her there, relieving her feet from her painful heels.
"You are so sweet, like candy," she کہا to him, kissing his cheek passionately. He moved his head a little.
"Not tonight sweetie. I've got work in the morning." She groaned.
"Come on, please?"
"You can't everything آپ want just سے طرف کی saying please." Jenny pouted, putting her head on his shoulder and looking at him, eyes big and pleading.
"Please?" she whined, her voice slurred slightly.
"Jen, how many bottles of بیئر did آپ drink tonight?"
"Uh, I think, it was about... four and a half?" Nye sighed, walking into her apartment and setting her down on the couch.
"Honey, that's way to many in one night." She started to pull him down سے طرف کی his شرٹ, قمیض collar.
"No it isn't. It's a normal amount." He tried to resist her, but her voice was angelic and persuasive. She pulled on his شرٹ, قمیض till his lips pressed against hers, forcing a lascivious kiss. Nye continued to kiss her until her sly tongue began to enter his mouth. He pulled away from the kiss abruptly, leaving Jennifer to kiss the air. He picked her up, carrying her like a baby, and laid her down in the bed, pulling the covers away before he set her down. The woman's dark chocolate colored eyes began to close slowly as Nye pulled the covers over her and removed all her jewelry so she wouldn't be in pain.
"There آپ are," he softly spoke as her kissed her head. "Good night sleepy head." He turned to go to the couch.
"Nye?" Jenny moaned. He turned to her, holding the door open.
"Yes honey?"
"I love آپ so much," she mumbled before she fell asleep.
"I love آپ too," he whispered as he left the room.
The اگلے day, Nye awoke to the smell of coffee and ٹوسٹ in the room. He checked the clock. 6 o'clock. Good, I didn't oversleep. he though. He got up out of the guest room in his sweatpants and walked out to the kitchen, not putting a شرٹ, قمیض over himself. Jenny stood at the counter, filling two mugs full of coffee. Nye walked over and gave her a kiss on the head.
"Morning sweetie." She smiled and handed him a mug.
"Morning best boyfriend ever." Nye gave her a look as he drank some of his coffee.
"And why is that?"
"Cause آپ took care of me last night while I was hammered. And didn't let me do anything stupid."
"Well, I think it would've been funny to see آپ do something stupid." She pushed him lightly, smiling. "But, آپ might have found out."
"For a boy who rarely smiles, آپ are so damn funny." She kissed him on the cheek and bit into a piece of toast.
"I try." Nye finished his coffee and put the mug in the sink. Then bit off a piece of Jennifer's ٹوسٹ and ran into the guest room before she could catch him.
"There was another piece of toast!"
"So?"
"It was for you!"
"Yours looked tastier." She laughed.
"Not a valid answer Nye."
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"Well that's the one you're getting." Jennifer laughed as she went back to the kitchen. Nye went to his closet and took out his typical clothing: A white collared shirt, tie, black vest, and jeans. He threw it all on, and went back out into the apartment. As he put on his shoes, Jennifer stood beside him holding his bag.
"Here honey." Nye stood up and kissed her before grabbing the bag.
"You are the best."
"I know," she کہا smiling.
"I'll see آپ lat-AHHH!" He fell and hit the wall, holding his head. Jennifer's eye's widened and rushed to his side.
"Nye? What is it?" She saw some blood coming from his head in his blonde hair. "I'm calling 911." She stood and ran to the phone, dialing the number. Nye groan as he saw the future flash before his eyes, himself escaping from the reality. Blood, knives, guns was all he saw, and the body of a man with blonde hair. Another person went to open his eyes: Green and dead. This wasn't just anyone's death. It was his own.
The Face.
Everyday I wake up
and put on a face
that hides all of the tears, fears, thoughts, and feelings
that I deal with everyday.
Not many people even know the real me.
They know me as the happy, always smiling self.
They don't see the crying, upset, depressed me.
My دوستوں have no clue how hard it is to appear so happy,
when, on the inside,
I'm ready to scream یا cry.
It's hard.
Only one person, including me, knows my real self.
If anyone else saw it,
they wouldn't be able to take it.
They don't know what it's like to live a lie
everytime I wake up.
Sick. Twisted. Not One Of You.
Everyday I wake up
and put on a face
that hides all of the tears, fears, thoughts, and feelings
that I deal with everyday.
Not many people even know the real me.
They know me as the happy, always smiling self.
They don't see the crying, upset, depressed me.
My دوستوں have no clue how hard it is to appear so happy,
when, on the inside,
I'm ready to scream یا cry.
It's hard.
Only one person, including me, knows my real self.
If anyone else saw it,
they wouldn't be able to take it.
They don't know what it's like to live a lie
everytime I wake up.
Sick. Twisted. Not One Of You.
Endgame
