School. School. School. Track. Dance. School. Homework. Track. Dance. That's definitely my schedule for this and next week. So I can't start YouTubing until like 3 weeks from now. Poo. I walk downstairs. No one is down there. I walk back upstairs and put on a sweater, leggings and Nikes. I decide to run through the neighborhood. Running always calms me down.
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I finish my run and walk into the kitchen and make a smoothie. Nash is in there. He's sitting on the counter.
" Why are you up?" Nash asks.
" I could ask you the same." I say.
" I couldn't sleep." Nash says running his hand through his hair.
" You stayed up all night?" I ask.
" Yeah. Overthinking." Nash says.
" You should try running or writing or something. Those can help and you won't lose as much sleep." I say.
" That's why you're up?" Nash asks.
" Yeah. Track star baby for life." I say.
He laughs. His laugh is nice. It's almost even...cute. Does he like me? Do I like him? Stop that, you're dating Matt. I run upstairs and into my room.
