Take Me Away

Chapter 2

*Caroline's POV*

I blushed. My cheeks were probably bright red like always. I looked up and we were at my stop. I stood up to get off the train.

"Wait, can I please gave your number?" Nash asked.

"Sure," I said and exchanged numbers with him.

When I got back to my apartment, I received a text saying, is this Caroline? I said yes, knowing it was Nash.

N: Let's get together soon, I enjoyed talking to you.

C: Yes, when and where?

N: How about Noir, this Friday?

C: It's a date.

*SKIP TO FRIDAY*

I called my bestfriend since middle school, Grace, to come over and help me get ready. I'm not really into the whole hair and makeup thing, so I left that part to her. I knew that Noir was a fancy restaurant, so I put on a simple dress, and Grace curled my hair a did a bit of makeup. For some reason, even though I'd only met Nash once, I was not nervous at all. I just felt so comfortable around him, it was like I'd known him forever.

The doorbell finally rang after what seemed like decades, and there he was. Standing at the door with a smile on his face and roses in his hand, Nash greeted me. Then we were on our way.

*SKIP DINNER*

After talking, laughing and great food, we got into the car. I could tell that something was up with Nash. So I asked, "Is everything okay?" I could see a tear glistening in those beautiful blue eyes.

"There is something I didn't mention, and even though we just met I feel like it's okay to tell you. My dad died when I was really young, I was 5. I lived with my mother and my grandmother my whole life after that. Until a year ago. We found out my mom had been using and tried to get her to go to rehab. It got much worse and she left us. I haven't seen her in 8 months. Now I live with my grandmother to take care of her because she is sick and is getting worse everyday."

I was shocked. Our first date, I really wasn't expecting anything like this.  "Oh my god, Nash. I'm so sorry. I want to help you out with anything you need. Anything for your grandmother. I am always here for you."

"That's not what I want, " he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"I want to find my mother. And I think you are the person that can help me do that," he said in a rushed tone.

I was stunned. "Nash, I just met you, not even a week ago. I know that I like you, but I don't know you enough to trust you yet and I'm sorry. I feel terrible about your mom. Maybe after we get to know each other we can do something about it."

"I know, I'm sorry Im sorry I'm sorry. It was just on my mind and I felt like it was right in the moment. I'm sorry," he said. He seemed embarrassed and upset at the same time.

"It's okay. I do want to help you. Just not all at once."

We drove home in silence. It wasn't the awkward kind. It was the kind that you could sit in for hours and feel comfortable. All of a sudden, it started raining.  Nash pulled over the car.