Magcon one shots

Nash x Sammy

(Still working on huge one shot.)

*Nash's POV*
"Hey Nashy," Shawn said walking up to me. "Hi Shawn," I mumbled pulling my books out of my locker. "So guess what," he said smiling and jumping up and down. "What Shawn?" I asked slightly annoyed. "I'm meeting someone and seeing someone in concert," he said. I rolled my eyes grabbing my back pack, then I slammed my locker door shut. "Isn't that cool," I said trying to keep my anger down. "Yeah but guess who it is," he said smiling widely. "I don't fucking have time for your stupid ass, hurry up and tell me you douche bag," I grumbled. "Wow rude. Whatever. I'm meeting your "boyfriend" Sammy Wilkinson," he said smirking. I looked at him sharply, "are you serious?" I asked biting my lip. "Dead serious," he said smirking a bigger smirk knowing it hurt me. "No........no," I said and felt tears running down my cheeks. "Yep, oh and my mom offered to pay for you, but I told her you didn't like him anymore," he said. I felt my heart break. My knees got weak, and I couldn't hold myself up. I sunk down to the ground and brought my knees to my chest crying. "Awwh is Nashy sad?" Shawn asked taunting me. The bell rang and he left. I however stayed on the floor in a ball. I shot my head up to make sure no one was around, and slammed into the back of a locker. I got up stumbling but caught myself. I couldn't go to class or I'd be questioned too much. I decided to leave school and get a coffee. As I drove I tried telling myself I don't need to meet Sammy, or see him in concert. See I couldn't just ask my parents for that. They'd yell at me. They're both druggies, and any money we have, they buy drugs and food for their cravings. I pulled up to Starbucks and got out. I walked inside and ordered a Peppermint Mocha, then I sat down and waited for my drink. I went onto Twitter and scrolled through all the useless things. I saw Sammy had just tweeted "About to get some coffee." I smiled and favorited the tweet. It's crazy how two people in two totally different places can be doing the same exact thing at the same exact moment. They called my name and I got my coffee and sat back down. I heard the door open and felt the cold air enter. I shivered a bit and took a big sip of my coffee. I heard noises and voices from all around. They were soft, and calming. It definitely helped my anxiety. "What's your name?" I heard the barista ask the person who was standing at the counter. "Sammy," the voice said. My heart stopped. That voice sounded so familiar. I shot my head around and saw it was Sammy Wilkinson. I saw coffee was spilled all over me, and over the table, crap I must have hit it. I saw everyone look over including Sammy. I tried to get up to ask for a rag, but he made eye contact with me causing me to slip down onto the ground. I brought my knees up to my chest and held them there. A worker came over and cleaned up the mess while I tried sorting out my life, well my problem, actually everything. I heard footsteps come near me and I looked up. "Hey are you okay?" Sammy asked. I felt my heart race and I began crying. I nodded my head yes. He got down onto his knees and sat next to me. "If you're okay, why are you crying?" He asked wiping away my tears. "Because I'm seeing you in person," I said lightly. He smiled and wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me into his lap. "Look," he paused waiting for my name. "Nash," I said. "Look Nash, I am just a normal person, you can relax around me," he said. "To me you're not normal Sammy. You've saved me so many times. I live for you, literally," I said. He smiled and kissed my cheek, "come on let's take some selfies," he said pulling out his phone. We took some ridiculous selfies and some cute selfies. He posted one to Instagram and tagged me, then set a cute one as his lock screen. I looked as my Instagram blew up, I smiled and kissed his cheek softly. "Thank you, I love you," I said. "You're welcome, and I love you too," he said. Though he didn't mean it like I meant it, he still meant the world to me. And he always would.