American Dream ✦ Maloley

XII ♕

"Ophelia! Babe, it's Nash. Heard you're throwing a party. Call me when you get this." The voice-mail ended and I chuckled a little bit to myself before dialing his number. He answered after the second ring and he sounded more than excited to speak to me. "I see you got my voice-mail."

"I did," I nodded. "You heard right. We are throwing a party, and I was just thinking about inviting you."

"Do it and it will be the best decision you have ever made in your life," he said sounding playfully cocky. I smirked and waited for him to explain his reasoning. "I know some people who may be willing to buy. Besides, I've been running a little dry lately."

"Why don't you stop by, and we'll hook you up?" I suggested. "Two okay with you?"

"Sounds good, see you then." He hung up and I texted him the address to the apartment. He was an overly conceited kid with a huge ego, but I liked him. He was fun, and he knew some of the richest people in town. The kid was only seventeen but damn...he was going places - maybe not college, but definitely places.

We were all at the new headquarters that was set up downtown, and the boys were putting money into it to make it look super professional and nice. We all had separate offices, even though I didn't really have much to do. I mainly just chilled out in the giant office chair watching videos of dancing animals on the computer while eating a bag of chips. I walked over to Nate who was sitting in his chair looking at something online. I spun him around and straddled his lap causing him to laugh and kiss my neck.

"Nash is coming over around two to the apartment," I said running my fingers through his hair. He nodded and leaned his head back but still kept his eyes locked on mine. Sammy and I decided to keep the kiss in the alleyway a secret, but it didn't seem to haunt us. I was working my connections and trying to find the perfect match to set him up with, and he had been cracking jokes and telling misadventures like he was notorious for. Nate snapped me out of my thoughts when he pushed the table sending the chair spiraling in circles to purposely scare me to death. I yelled and gripped onto him and he chuckled. "Why?" I yelled trying not to laugh.

"You looked like you were in deep thought...and I was bored," he said abruptly stopping the spinning chair. I laughed and he grinned making his dimples show. "Ow, ow, ow! I get it! Ow!" He shouted as I pinched his ear.

"What'cha lookin' at?" I asked turning around so I was facing his computer. He adjusted me on his lap and scooted closer to his desk. "Why are you looking at apartments?"

"No reason," he said turning us away from the computer. He had a devious smirk on his face, and I was determined to find out what he was planning.

"Nate," I said raising my eyebrow and attempting to spin us around again but he stopped.

"I'm just looking at what one day could possibly, maybe, not definitely, a possible-"

"Spit it out!" I said punching his shoulder and laughing.

"Just looking at places that we'll one day call our home," he said wrapping his arms around me and smiling.

"So...we're going to call all of these places home?" I smirked. "That could be pretty expensive to keep up on payments, sure you're drug ring can handle that?" I teased.

"You're such a sarcastic little shit," he said grinning and tickling my sides.

"Um, okay...so when you guys are done dry humping each other..." a voice said causing our heads to snap up in the direction. Johnson was standing in the doorway awkwardly. I laughed and Nate smirked. "We're ordering food. You guys want anything?"

"You guys are gross," Sammy said walking by the door purposely teasing us like he did everyday.

"Go get 'em, tiger," Johnson encouraged. I ran out of the room and sneak-attacked Sammy by jumping on his back causing him to yell. "Yeah, punch him. Make him bleed!"