112 Days Before

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Nash's P.O.V.

I've decided to drive back to LA and away from North Carolina. I cannot stand the consequence and guilt or even the silence. No one talks anymore. Dinner, breakfast and lunch it's quiet. I'm packing my car with the last bag I need to take and my dad and Sky are standing by to say goodbye. I walk to my dad and he puts his hand on my shoulder. "Drive safe. I'll see you soon, sport"
"love you, dad" I said. I squatted down to Sky's height and she puts her arms around my neck and buries her head in my shoulder.
"I want to come with you" she says.
"I know. But you have to stay here. I won't be long" she unwraps her arms and looks at me straight in my eyes.
"Keep checking in on Hayes for me. He's not as strong as he says he is"
"I know" she replies which makes me giggle
"That's my girl" I say as I kiss her on the forehead and I open my car door for me to get in.
"Nash!" Sky says before I get in. I turn to look at her.
"Look at me until you can't see me and I'll do the same" she tells me
"Will do" I say as I get into the car and start the engine. I sigh as I begin to pull out the driveway and I start driving as I look at Hayes through the review mirror waving blowing kisses. Soon I can only see the hill I am driving down on and I look on the road and concentrate.

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2:00 am

I wake up with the noise of someone tapping on my window and its pouring rain. I put my window down and the girls yells at me because that's how heavy the rain is.
"Are you ok here in the rain?" she asks me as she is yelling. I stopped in the middle of nowhere because I was falling asleep.
"Yeah, um, yeah, I'm good" I yelled back as I could hardly hear myself.
"We have a caravan if you want somewhere better to rest" she yells and suggested to me.
"Um, I'm good" I say to this strange lady
"Seriously, we got food, beverages, a spare bed. It's there if you want it. Have a nice day" she tells me as she walks back to her caravan. I put my window back up as the rain was coming inside. I laid back down on my car seat that I pushed down. I thought about going to that girl's caravan. I open the door and put my hoodie over my head. I jump out and run over to the caravan. I knock on the door and the lady opens it so I am able to come in. When I get in I take my hoodie off and I look at the lady who invited me. "Changed your mind?" she asks as she walks over to a bed and sits down. I couldn't help but stare at her because she looks just like Moira but with blonde hair and brown eyes and more freckles.
"Um, yeah" I say awkwardly.
"Are you ok? You look like you've just seen a ghost" she asks me concerned
"yeah, I'm fine" I say as I sit on the other bed that was on the other side of the caravan.
"Would you like anything to eat, drink?" she asks me politely.
"No, I'm ok, thanks" I say as I try not to stare at her any longer. I think I'm just a bit stunned that she looks so much like Moira. Maybe my mind is just playing with me.
"Can I sleep?" I ask her.
"Of course, I'm going to sleep too" she says as she turns the light off. We both fall asleep. Well, she fell asleep but I wasn't able too.

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5:30 am

I wake up and I see the sun is rising. The girl that invited me, I never got her name, is still sleeping. So, I quietly make my way to the door. I slowly open it trying not to wake her up from her deep sleep. The door accidentally slams and I run to my car and drive off hoping she doesn't wake up to see me running away.

It's been about three hours since I drove off and I am feeling more and more tired as time goes by. I see a little town coming up so I am going to stop there and get something to eat.

I walk into the small town and I walk into a tiny café. I order a croissant and sit at a table with a bottle of water too. When I finish my croissant I notice a caravan outside. I also notice the lady I saw walking in and order her food.
"Shit" I whisper loudly. She turns around and looks at me dead in the eye. When she turns around I quickly finish up my water bottle which caused water to run down my shirt. I run off and when I get outside she seems to have catch up to me and grabs my arm which tugs me back and I turn to look at her. And there is nothing but tension between us.
"Thanks for leaving quietly" she says sarcastically
"Yeah, sorry. I'm trying to get to LA" I tell her
"LA? Me too" she says with excitement
"Seriously? Do you know the way from here, I'm lost" I say to her.
"Yeah, just follow my caravan" she instructs me as we both walk to our vehicles and begin our road trip again.

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4:00 PM

We've arrived at LA and we stopped at a hotel. We pretty much have gone out separate ways when we checked into the hotel. I'm now stuck in a suite with nothing to do. I decided to go down to the bar they have at the restaurant.
I noticed that there is a karaoke thing going on. I see that the lady who I followed here is sitting at a table watching the people sing. I sit down at the table with her.
"I noticed that we never got each other's names" I say to her trying to be smooth
"I'm Avery" she introduces herself.
"I'm Nash" I say to her. She looks at me and says "I know" and looks back at the performer
"What? How?" I ask her.
"Nash Grier, 18 years old, born and raised in North Carolina" she speaks again without looking at me this time.
"Who are you?" I ask her as I furrow my eyebrows in agitation.
"My boyfriend talks about you a lot" she says while she sips her pink lemonade.
"Who's your boyfriend?" I ask her. She looks up and her eyes light up like a Christmas tree and squeals as she says "babe!" I turn to see who she was excited to see and I see Cameron walking towards the table. They hug and kiss as they sit back down.
"Hey, Nash. How are you?"



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