There Can Only Be One (A Cameron Dallas and Nash Grier Fanfiction)

Chapter 9

JACKLYN'S POV:

Kellin and Cam had just left the apartment so that left me and Nash alone.

I walked into the living room to join him on the couch.

"What do you want to do tonight?" He asked.

"I haven't seen you in so long Nash so, how about we catch up on a few things," I said, a smirk growing on my face.

"Yeah, that sounds cool," he replied.

I sat on his lap and put my arms around his neck.

Taking off his SnapBack, I put it on my own head and ruffled his hair.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, kissing and whispering things I couldn't understand.

I was just overjoyed to be alone with him after such a long time.

"Hey babe," he asked, suddenly breaking the silence and backing away from my touch, "you wanna make dinner and finish this later?"

"Yeah, sure. What do you want?" I asked him, slightly disappointed that he stopped things.

At least we get to continue later.

"How about cupcakes?" Nash said.

"For dinner?" I asked.

"Well who's going to stop us?" He questioned a smirk on his face.

"I don't know but, this is a pretty dangerous move. Cupcakes for dinner, this is some really fucked up illegal shit."

"I know," he played along, "but I love the danger."

"I'll start making the batter than. I can't believe we are actually doing this."

"Cupcakes for dinner. Wow. This is outrageous, we can never speak of this to anyone."

I couldn't do it anymore.

I bursts out into laughter and couldn't stop.

My stomach began to hurt and tears filled my eyes.

That wasn't even that funny.

Why am I laughing so hard?

How do I even have friends?

Picking myself up from that low moment in my life and discontinuing the laughter, I walked into the kitchen.

I opened the cabinets to get the ingredients to make the cupcakes.

Just as I had finished making the batter, Nash came in.

He dipped his finger in it, and rubber it on my face.

"What the fuck Nash?" I yelled.

He just laughed.

"Oh it's on."

I stuck my hand in the bowl, trying to grab the batter.

Picking my hand up of the bowl, I flung it at him.

He nodded his head back and forth signaling no.

"You shouldn't have done that Jacklyn," he said.

Oh shit.

I screamed and ran.

It was no use though because Nash was a lot faster and stronger than me.

He quickly caught up to me and lifter me over his shoulder.

He made his way back to the kitchen and sat me on the counter.

I stayed where I was as he grabbed the bowl and dumped it onto my head.