50 Shades of Blue

The Past can Haunt You

20 minutes later

I hear a car horn honk from outside the house and I instantly know that it's Nash. He sure knows how to make a girl swoon! After applying mascara to my lashes and snapping his fingers, Jeremy speaks,

"Okay bitch, I'm done. Now go get yo man!" He screams at me sassily. 

Nash usually gets mad when I'm late, so I run to change my clothes as fast as possible. I'm wearing leggings, and long purple shirt and a brown leather jacket. My shoes are red 9-inch high heels which I love oh so much. The horn is honked again, longer this time. I dash out the door and grab my purse on the way.

"Bye Jeremy," I yell, "Thanks for the makeup!" 

Holy moly, Nash looks so good! He is wearing khaki shorts, DC runners, and a black shirt that says 'swag'. I have to make sure that my mouth isn't watering! I get onto the car and look over at him. He's on twitter.

"Hey, Nash..." I mumble awkwardly, "Can we go now?" The passenger seat that I'm in moves a little since I shift my body uncomfortably. Nash ignores me and continues making his tweet. I try to move my head a little to see what he's writing but he angles his phone away from me. He must have noticed I was creeping.

The blue light of twitter fades away and is replaced with the green of vine. I sigh... Great. He's probably going to make a vine about how horrible I am. I clear my throat, "Hey, Nash?" I ask, awaiting his reply. But I don't get one. "Okay than... I guess I'll just put the radio on than."

I go to reach my hand over to the radio but Nash's hand shoots out to stop me. "No. I don't want to listen to music right now." He hollers at me. I cower back into my seat a little. Why would he do that?! I didn't do anything wrong. And to add to it all, we're still in my driveway!

Nash must have read my mind or something because he sets his phone down onto the dash and puts the car into reverse. He pulls out of the driveway and starts to drive.

10 minutes later

"We're getting close." Nash explains to me.

We drive past a lit up building called, 'Voluptuous'. Hm, I think, that's a weird name for a restaurant. Never mind, that's just a strip club beside the actual restaurant. The name of the restaurant is something in french that I don't understand. It's something like, 'sucer une bite'.

Nash parks his car in the parking lot and jumps out. I wait for him to open my door for me but he doesn't. The door unlocks and I jump out onto the concrete. I think I'm actually on a manhole because my shirt blows up, exposing my titters. Some guys going to the strip club whistle at me so I take off my shoe and charge at them.

I stab them brutally a couple times and they say things like,

"Ow, stop I have children."

"I'm sorry! I didn't realize how much of a piece of trash I am!"

"Ah, no! It's a me! Mario!"

"No! Please I'm just going to see my wife!"

Y'know, typical man stuff. After teaching them their lesson, I put my now bloody heels back on. I fix my hair a little bit and then walk into sucer une bite.

I look around for Nash but I don't see him. A lady walks over to me, "Hello, miss. Can I help you?" She asks.

"Yeah, I'm looking for a guy named Nash Grier. He just came in." 

The woman nods, "Ah, yes. Please follow me." She begins to lead me through the restaurant, weaving through the rows and booths with ease. "So, what's the name of this place in english?" I question the waitress lady. She stops walking and turns around quickly, "Google Translate it."

After making our way through the enormous socer une bite, the lady leads me into a booth, secluded by curtains. 

"He's just waiting in there."

I nod at the lady and watch as she walks off. It's a bit more dimly lit in this part of the restaurant and it lacks the cute and family-friendly decorations that the other part of it had. "Is this like, a place for swingers?" I mutter under my breath. 

The curtains suddenly open and it takes me a second to realize that it was Nash who opened the curtains. Maybe a perk of being a vampire? Opening curtains really fast... Nash is sitting with his legs open, taking up all of the room on the one side of the table. I sit on the side across from him. But like, who would sit right beside their date anyways?

After sitting and not speaking for a couple of minutes, Nash stops intensely staring at me (so hot!) and speaks. "So, Elsa." He begins, "Tell me about yourself." 

Oh great, here we go. I take a deep breath and begin, "Well, my parents work all of the time so I'm usually alone most of the time and I had a sister- her name was Bonner but I just called her Bonnie for obvious reasons- and she took care of me when I was younger and then one day we were playing catch outside and the ball rolled onto the street and it was a blowup one, like the dolls, and I threw it too hard and it went onto the street and she went out to go and get it but she was hit by a garbage truck and she died!"

Nash nods and reaches across the table to grab my hand, "I'm sorry about your Bonner."

Someone clears their throat and it's not me or Nash. We both look over and see a waiter, waiting to take our order. However, I realize that he looks really familiar. 

"Flavio?" I ask.

Flavio nods at me, confirming my guess. "So, what can I get you guys?" He asks. Wow, someone's bossy! I give him a smile, "Can I get the testicules de vache?" Flavio raises his eyebrows. 

"You know that's a cows balls, right?"

"Well, I'm kind of craving balls right now." I reply, wiggling my eyebrows at Nash.

He chokes on his drink and spits it out. 

Flavio laughs a little, "Same. Nash, what about you?"

Nash's eyes widen, "What?! No! I I-I never c-crave balls." He splutters out. Aw, he's so cute when he is exerting his sexuality! Flavio groans, "No, Nash I meant for food. What do you want to eat?"

"Oh," Nash whispers, "I'll just have the fillet mignon."

Flavio writes down our orders then leaves to the kitchen. "So, Nash. What about you? What's your story?" I purr, "How did you become a vampire?"

Nash takes a sip of his drink then begins, "It was 1941. I was a spy for the United States and I was on a mission to assassinate Hitler. Me and some other spies got there and we were doing fine. But like, too fine. Y'know? Like, we didn't run into any nazi soldiers throughout the entire mission. And when we got to where Hitler was supposed to be, we got ambushed. I was losing my whole squad when I noticed. The nazi soldiers were vampires! So, eventually, I got bit and since everyone else was dead, the mission was a fail and I left."

Holy cow! "Nash, that is so badass!" 

Just then, Flavio returned with the food. Me and Nash eat for a bit until I hear a stomach grumble. "Nash?" I ask, "Are you okay?" Nash shakes his head and runs in the direction of the bathroom.

15 minutes later

I wait patiently for Nash to return but I don't think he is going to. My foot taps the floor uneasily. The curtain opens once again and it's the lady from earlier. "Hon, I don't think he's coming back."

I sigh, "You're probably right..."

"So, I assume that I'll just bring you the bill?"

"I don't have any money though."  I explain.

The lady sighs, "Great, one of those people." She puts her hands on her hips. "You're just going to have to wash the dishes than."

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Author's note

whoa guys!! things are getting pretty serious! what did you think of nash and elsa's pasts? pretty legit stuff! I wonder what the name of the restaurant is...?

YEET

Taylor and Natalie