Nash Grier Preferences/Imagines

➰You meet him➰

A gorgeous LA day shone through your window, and you decided you'd go on that jog you had been planning since thanksgiving.
"Jessie?" You call, shouting to your roommate.
"Yeah?" She half-heartedly called back.
"Want to go for a jog?"
"BAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH," She screams, breaking out in hysterics. "A- jog on a ... Pffft... Sunday... Oh how you make me laugh!" She chuckled, wiping tears away.
you roll your eyes.
"Suit yourself."

You slip on some Nike sweats and an old sports bra, with some Air Max too. You threw your hair up in a ponytail, not making much of an effort, and filled up a water bottle. Ready to go.
"Im heading out," You alert your roommate, grabbing a hoodie at the door.
"Surreeeee," she mocks, eating a slice of last nights pizza.
You shake your head and walk outside, planning on losing some weight.
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Three minutes into the jog, and you have to sit down.

You laugh at yourself and drag your hands down your face, embarrassed already.
"Come on," You urge yourself, still smiling. "Just do it."
You pick up a steady pace again, plugging both of your earphones in. You actually start to enjoy the run, across streets, through parks. Until you hit the basketball court.
Or rather, the basketball court hits you.
You were just jogging by, not even noticing the guys playing basketball court. But all of a sudden WHAM, a basket ball right in your face.
"Owwwwww," you groan, cupping your left eye, knocked on the ground. Your water bottle and phone are splayed out around you, but you can't focus on anything particularly well because of the throbbing pain.
You heard a series of "Oh shits," before some people actually came to help you.
The first guy that came up was a brown haired and brown eyed guy, with a great smile. You were pretty sure you recognised him from somewhere. (Cam)
He didn't even help you up, he just laughed. You rolled your eyes at him, and tried to get up, but fell on your ass again.
Then, the second guy came up. You actually stopped, for the first time in a while, to look at the guy. He was slim and dark haired, with sunglasses and sporty clothes on. He took the sunglasses off and threw them to the side, hitting the guy you were sure that was Cameron Dallas. You glanced at the second guy again, your breath hitching at the sudden glow of blue eyes staring at you. He didn't do anything for about a minute, then stuttered and helped you up.
"Uh, sorry I..." He mumbled tousling his hair. He has a really thick North Carolina accent
"It's fine...," I chuckled, tightening my ponytail.
He smiled and then a look of realisation overcame him.
"Shit! Sorry, here," He said, his voice deep, stumbling to pick up your phone and water bottle. He spent a little too long picking up your phone, which was finally returned to you.
"Thanks..." I almost questioned. What did he do on my phone?
"No problem," he smiled, biting his lip.
My nodded and jogged off, my heart beating out of my chest. I could have stared at those eyes forever.
When I got far enough away, I opened my phone (which didn't have a passcode) to see it had been left open at the contacts page. With a new contact.

Nash🏀

I couldn't help but smile, as I looked over my shoulder to see him staring at me. I bit my lip, trying to hold back a grin. This could be fun.