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past lives, part one. nick clark x named!reader

summary 📣: in which reader doesn’t remember anything about her life before it all went down besides her name and nick attempts to make her feel better but ends up bringing himself down

warning/s 🚫: mentions of drugs, smoking, and i think some swearing...

slater’s note 🗯: i actually gave the reader a name, which is Gaia and that’s only because it will pull through in future chapters, but it’s still from the you pov. also someone help me figure out the formatting of writing for this shit 😵

“hey, you got another one of those?”

the boy with tangled hair sat on a box against the back of one of the buildings in your camp. he squinted up at you, the cigarette pinned inbetween his fingers.

you squinted back at him but then your eyes adjusted to the sunlight shinning over his grimmed up face of blood and dirt.

he glanced down at the cancer stick before looking back up at you, “uh, this is my last one,” he mumbled, “but here.”

he reaches up to you, handing the bad habit off. you didn’t smoke, at least it wasn’t a norm for you and you had only done it a couple of times when you were on a vacation, having met someone your age who did.

you allowed the toxins to swallow the air in your throat as you inhaled, your head tilting back wanting it to seem like you felt a level of satisfaction but you choked, hacking and coughing.

it had been awhile.

he smiled an open mouth smirk, looking up at you in amusement, “awh, an amuture,” he joked, extending his arm back up as you handed him back the stick.

you fall into a coughing fit as he begins to smoke again, watching you with a blank stare as well as amusement intertwined in his pupils.

your eyes water, you swallow, and turned to face him. the boy with tangled hair dropped what was the last of his cigarette, twisting his shoe on the burning material.

“what’s your name?”

you had seen the boy with tangled hair around the camp multiple times but you didn’t ever figure out his name, despite being growing friends with his sister, alicia.

she never talked about him, and when she did she only referred to him as “my brother”. you could see the admiration she had for him in her eyes despite her saying multiple times that he was crazy.

“nick,” he looked up to you, his chapped lips pursed, reaching his hand up to you, you took it.

“you’re friends with alicia right?” he asked, after shaking his rough hand with yours, “have that weird space name?”

you lightly scoff, “yeah.”

“Gaia?”

“yeah.”

“what does it mean?”

“what?”

“your name,” he gestures to yourself, “it has to mean something, they always do.”

he motions for you to sit next to him after awhile as the silence takes over. you try to think, try to remember the meaning of your name, but you couldn’t, it was tightly packed away with the rest of your life from before.

“i don’t remember,” you mumble after taking a seat next to him on the concrete, he moves the box he was sitting on aside, sitting next to you.

“oh,” he bites his lip thinking, his eyes gliding across the concrete back and forth quickly before his eyes light up, coming to a realization, “that’s right, the accident you were in-“

“yeah,” you say, cutting him off just as quickly as he connected it all together.

your name wasn’t the only thing alicia had told him about you. she wouldn’t shut up about all the things she learned about you and how it was nice to finally have a friend that was her age.

madison was happy to hear, nick couldn’t care less till he realized you were who you were.

you were the girl that got in that crash with your parents, not only causing glass to shatter but as well as your memories. everything from your childhood to even your name.

for the longest time you were just... girl, gal, buddy, or whatever the people of the camp pleased to call you, but never your name. nothing ever struck a match, lit a candle, or caused a realization of light as to clue you onto whatever your parents had gracefully gifted you.

well that was until you had tripped and smacked your head against the ground.

gaia.

only gaia and nothing else because whatever was left of you was gone. not only in the world, but in your mind. even if you wanted to fantasize about the past, your past, you couldn’t. it was just all gone. you went blank.

“hey,” he whispered, “there’s nothing worth rememberin’ anyways, it was all a waste. everything that lead up to now is just a waste.”

you would respectfully disagree. he still remembers everything about his life. he remembers the good, the bad, and everything that made him, him.

you were a nobody, at least he was somebody.

“it’s easier to not remember,” he mumbled, “i mean it’s easier on oneself not to know who they are or what they did...”

“you’re smarter than that,” you mumbled, glancing at him, “you know none of that is true.”

“yeah, well, i’m just trying to make you feel better.”

you look at him fully now only to see a small sympathetic smile on his face.

even though there were enough times in nick’s past he wished he could forget, they were what made him himself, those bad things had caused him to learn and grow and shape into the person he was right then and there sitting before you.

but sometimes it was nice to forget, maybe that was what was so appealing to the drugs in the first place.

it was nice to forget.