Times Change | Nash Grier

Thirteen

A while later... Like 3 and a half weeks.

I was currently in Mahoganys little music room playing on her piano. I haven't played it in a really long time. I'm surprised I could even remember the notes.

"Watcha doing?" Someone takes a seat next to me. Cameron. We've been really close lately.

"Playing the piano."

"Know any songs?"

"Yeah."

"Play it for me." I quickly think of a song.

I hate you I love you by Gnash featuring Olivia O'Brien.

I place my hands on the acquired keys.

"Feeling used but I'm, still missing you and I can't see the end of this just wanna feel your kiss against my lips and now all this time is passing by but I still can't seem to tell you why it hurts me every time I see you I realise how much I need you. I hate you I love you, I hate that I love you don't want to but I can't put nobody else above you. I hate you I love you, I hate that I want you, you want her you need her and I'll never be her." I started to tear up at this point.

"I miss you when I can't sleep. Or right after coffee or right when I can't eat. I miss you in my front seat. Still got stains in my sweaters from nights we don't remember. Do you miss me like I miss you? Fucked around and got attached to you. Friends can break your heart to. And I'm always tired but never with you. If I pulled a you on you, you wouldn't like that shit. I put this real out but you wouldn't bite that shit. I type a text but I never mind that shit. I got these feelings but you never mind that shit. Oh oh keep it on the low. You're still in love with me but your friends don't know. If you wanted me you would just say so and if I were I'd never let me go. I don't mean no harm I just miss you on my arm. Wedding bells were just alarms caution tape around my heart. You ever wonder what we could've been?" Cameron continued on with the song, I joined him before it ended.

By the end of it I was crying. I don't know why, well I do know why but it was such a stupid reason.

Cameron turns me to him and wipes away my tears with his thumb. "Hey, hey don't cry. Beautiful girls shouldn't be crying." I smile a little and look down at my lap. "Blair why are you crying."

"No it's nothing. I'm just being an emotional teenage girl." I look up at him who's raising an eyebrow. He knew the real reason. I've told him everything.

"Blair there's no need to be crying over him okay." I nod.

"Like I said. I'm just an emotional teenage girl." I look down again. He moves closer to me.

"Not an emotional teenage girl, a beautiful, smart, funny teenage girl." I look up at him and smile.

"I probably have mascara running now don't I?" I laugh and wipe under my eyes.

"You look absolutely fine."

He leans down and kisses me. Of course, I kiss back. But I then realise what I'm doing.