From the start

Chapter 13

Nash's POV: It was 7 in the morning. Britney had officially became my girlfriend last night. She was still sound asleep in my shirt, and shirt only. She looked so cute.

I already took a shower and then went downstairs to talk with my family. Me and my sister were browsing through the App Store and found an app called vine. Apparently we you make 6 second clips that you can like, revine, and comment on.

I thought why not? So I made a couple with my sister and brother. Britney came down the stairs just a little later. Her hair wet and she was in the clothes she had on yesterday. "Sorry I would've came down earlier but I was taking a shower." She said giving me a kiss on the cheek and sitting down next to me. We made a quick vine together before my phone died.

"Is this the girl you've been going on about for awhile?" My mom asked hugging her. "Yes." I said and felt myself getting embarrassed. Britney giggled and hugged her back. They made small talk for awhile.

Skylynn ended up joining us at dinner. We were eating when Britney suddenly stopped. "What's wrong?" I asked confused. She seemed upset. "Those girls keep staring at you." She was clearly upset.

I looked in the direction she was pointing in, and sure enough two teenage girls were squealing and pointing at us. Then they started whispering in each others ears.

Britney's POV: I stood up and walked over to the girls. "Excuse me." I said nicely. They both looked at me and squealed. "I was wondering, why you keep staring at my boyfriend?" I asked nicely. "We weren't only staring at him." One of them said. "I was, wait he's not single?" The other said and pouted. "Well I was staring at you too! Can we have a picture?" They asked.

I agreed nicely and walked back to my table. Taking a picture with the two girls, Nash, Skylynn, and myself. "So these pictures? What are they for?" I was very confused.

"Are you kidding? You seriously don't know? Your vine with your boyfriend got 3.2 thousand revines and 300 thousand likes! And the one with his sister got 348 thousand likes and 278 thousand revines.They both squealed. "You guys are like famous!" They added.

My heart raced and I felt sick and dizzy. Famous? Me? No. Nash was thrilled. His smile was the biggest, and he couldn't believe it. I however was freaked out. Famous? What's gonna happen with my life. If I thought it was crazy and no where near normal how is gonna be with me being famous?

Their probably confusing me with someone else. Me famous? Come on. I let out a little giggle at the idea before proceeding the conversation. "I think you have the wrong people." I giggled again at the thought of me being "famous". "Your Nash Grier. Right?" Nash nodded his head. "And your Britney Johnson. Right?" I gulped before nodding my head.

Ok maybe someone's using my name. That's a serious crime! Whoever it is cannot pretend to be someone else that's a serious crime! What am I saying? No ones pretending to be me. It was me. It is me. I'm famous. Stop saying famous! Your not famous. Just recognized by a ton of teens.

I thought about everyone who would notice me wherever I go and got light headed falling into my seat. "What's wrong? Babe are you ok?" He asked checking my temperature with his hand.

"It was nice talking to both of you. But we have to go." Nash said helping me up, and grabbing Skylynn's hand.

I sat in the passenger seat letting the cool hair hit me. "What's wrong?" He asked trying to focus on the road. "Nash! We're famous. That means everything about our personal life will be known! Everything we do, whatever we say, eyes will be on us. There's haters, there's lovers, and stalkers! Just one mistake of a word or an accidental decision could ruin our lives!" I said practically catching a panic attack hearing it out loud.

He pulled into my driveway and turned off the car. "What are you doing?" I asked hoping he would just let me vent alone today. "I'm coming in with you. Come on Sky." He said and helped her out the car.

I sat on the couch researching methods to dealing with "fame". To my luck I found nothing but positive remarks. 'Enjoy the fame!' Or 'Enjoy the money and being well known and hated by every jealous idiot.' Well that one wasn't nice. Their not jealous idiots. Just people with very strong opinions that don't like a certain person. Everyone "hates" someone.

My phone was pulled away from my face. "Stop thinking about the negative things to fame. Think about the positives." Nash said like he read my mind. "Positives? Like what." I said and rolled my eyes.

"Brightening someones day by tweeting, following, liking, or commenting on their photos. The nice feeling of them being called beautiful or handsome and being told they matter and that we love them. Knowing that they stopped cutting, for us. Just knowing in general that we saved their life." He smiled wide.

I never thought of it like that I was to busy focusing on the negative. Maybe being famous or well known or whatever I am, is a good thing. This could be good, even great. I've always been the "popular" one when I was in school, so it's just a little extra attention. I'm sure I can handle it, and if I couldn't I would learn to deal with it.