Oh Chad, What Have You Done to Me?? //Chad Grier Fanfic\\

Prolougue // "Dayne, Dayne, Dayne"

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So, once upon a time I was in love with the charming, open minded, and utmost loving person I've ever known. But before I knew it, my life was completely and utterly changed before my eyes. All because of him.

I'm Dayne, and this is my story of how Chad changed my life.

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•Chapter 1•

"Dayne! Get over here now so you can braid my armpit hair!" NASH called from his bedroom as I was milking our house cow, Betsie. I know what your thinking, why would anyone name their daughter that? Truth is, both my parents are weed, marijuana, pot, etc, addicts. I'm so they both forgot I was a female at the time and they named me Dayne.

It's not like I despise the name or anything. I mean, I've gotten used to it. But whatever, it could be worse right?

"Honey!! You know I can't braid your hair with all this milk on my hands!" I complained. I tugged on Betsy's utter one more time before climbing upstairs to Nash.

"OHMYGOD u like took forever what is up with you??" He demanded rudely. Nash can be pretty harsh at some times, but I have gotten used to it. I do love him after all.

Ever since kindergarden when he pushed me off the playground set and I had to get a cast for weeks, while taking horrible medication (prescribed by my parents, and they aren't even doctors) I've been I love with him. Later in our freshman year in high school, he finally asked me to stop stalking him and get a life. Which was one of the best days of my life!!!!

But about 2 years later (last year) he finally asked me out, which was a bit surprising for me. He said he needed a "girlfriend" so that other girls would stop asking him out and creeping on him constantly. Even though I was one of them, he picked ME. I felt so honored I was compelled to say yes. A month later he got so much money from his videos he decided to buy a house and have me move in with him. Even though he makes me do all kinds of work throughout the house and doesn't speak to me a lot, I'm glad I get to at least breathe the same air he does.

"Sorry about that I was just milking our cow in the living room." I wiped the milk onto my apron.

Nash just shook his head and put his head into his hands. "Dayne, Dayne, Dayne." He mocked slowly with disappointment laced in his tone. "Honey, we have no cow." He said like he was dealing with the stupidest person on the planet.

Well, he kinda was.

"Well then what-" I was cut off by my own thinking and realized that what I just had "milked" was indeed NOT a cow.

I shit myself.

Literally.

It was a very wet and soggy feeling in my pants and I was pretty sure I wasn't on my period. It also smelled like shit.

Embarrassed because this hadn't been the first time that this has happened, I covered by behind and sauntered to the bathroom, my head handing as low as my now freshly sharted pants.

I looked back but only saw Nash shaking his head in disapproval while tending back to his armpit hair.

Nash and I were in a good, healthy relationship,(I think) but sometimes I felt that as if I wasn't enough for him.

I mean, I finally have the boy of my dreams that I have been longing to have forever, but now I just wish I could be enough for him.

For anyone.

But that would soon all change.

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A/N: decided to make another fanfic cuz why not?? U probz hate meh don't u :))))