Bad Little Californian

Chapter 22

I silently wandered down the hallways of his huge ass house. Trying to find the door that looked like Nash resembling, how I'll find that door. I have no idea.
Instead of invading everyone's privacy or potentially catching them during an embarrassing moment I just brought my ear close to the doors, either hearing silence, talking or music but no Nash. Walking to the end of the huge white corridor I came across a camera lying on the floor. Picking it up I turned it on, Nash's yet to upload videos still on them and many pictures of him and nature shots. So I'm guessing this door is his then.

Without knocking I pushed open the already slightly ajar door and stepped in. The light of the hallway creating a string of pure white light across the carpet, I looked inside the room. The room was surprisingly clean. Like a show room actually. The blinds where shut making the only light source the strip of light emanating from the bulb in the hallway.
I looked over to the be where I'm guessing Nash was sleeping, his complete body submerged under the thick blanket except for his foot which hung off the bed. I stood there for a few seconds making sure he was completely knocked out before walking in further with the camera still in my hand.

Placing the camera on top of a bunch of books on his bedside table I towered over him, staring at how the blanket moved up and down according to his breathing. I walked over to the other side of the bed and kneeled down slightly. As gently as I could I moved the blanket form his face and softly put the palm of my hand on his forehead. He shivered at my touch. He wasn't necessarily too hot or too cold but the feeling of my hand on his forehead made him stir in his sleep.

"Kylie?" he grumbled, his voice deeper and more rasped than normal, "what's up?" despite not being fully awake yet he sat straight and looked up to me as I ascended form my kneeling position.

"I wanted to check on you" there was a long and deafening silence as Nash finally woke up, staring at me but I just flickered my eyes across the room.
"I" he paused, "I heard about your 'incident' from Cameron.  It sounded like a horrible thing to go through, are you okay?" the whole hospital gig was a horrible situation to go through. I was never much of a sleeper but after that 'drugged up nightmare' I'm not sleeping at all, I'm not risking going through all that over again.

"Yeah. It wasn't that serious" 
"It was a serious operation. If one thing went wrong: you'd be gone!"
"Yet here I am"
"Well you might not take this seriously but Cameron did" that was all he said. There was another silence, neither of us could find the right words to say. "I'm sorry Nash-" I finally said, he rose his eyebrow.

"Is the Kylie Dallas actually apologizing. Whoa, two in a row! Am I dreaming?"
"Don't be expecting anymore Grier. Two was two to many" Nash smiled, but then gave me a confused look.
"Why are you apologizing?" I though for a minute, trying to put my days worth of thoughts into a brief few sentences.
"For getting you in hospital. For being an asshole to you. For being a burden on your life. For just ruining the last few months because of my presence" I shrugged whilst shoving my hands in my pockets.

"Hey Kylie" he held my forearm and brought me a little closer, "no one here thinks that. They love you" I scoffed and looked form Nash and down at the carpet. I don't believe anyone can love me. If my own mom cant then how can I believe anyone else can.

I looked over to his camera and gestured to it, "You know you shouldn't leave your camera out on the floor, it looks expensive" he turned to it and reached over to grab it, the camera making a little high pitched sound as he turned it on. He shuffled to he left of the bed and patted the empty space.

"Want to see the pictures?" without saying a word I sat down next to him, basking in his warmth even though I wasn't actually in the blanket. He shuffled closer and started to flick through he pictures, explaining everything he could about them and I couldn't help but admire the way he spoke so passionately about his photography. It was kinda cute actually.  

"Who's that?" There was an older looking girl in clear open water, covering her face whilst Nash took this photo. In the corner of my eye I saw Nash's smile falter up and down.
"Melissa"

"Your girlfriend?" I think it was Matt who briefly said something about her. About her being her being a snake and how the boys don't necessarily like her at times but Nash is so whipped he didn't see it.
"Yeah, I'm guessing they told you all about her" he seemed disheartened.
"Just her name but according to that weird facial expression you've got going on, she's something more" he breathed a laugh but his eyes were glued to that screen.

"Melissa Helgan. She's amazing, she's beautiful, smart. We went to high school together; same homeroom actually but we didn't start talking until senior year when my vine thing got more known. She was just..." he chuckled, "perfect"

I licked my lips and pressed them into a thin line as he went on ranting about this Helgan person. She didn't know he existed until he got famous; I tried to hide my scowl at the thought of some asshole using Nash for their own personal game.

"Did she visit you at the hospital?" I cut Nash off.
"Not that I'm aware of. She was probably busy with her career. It's a demanding job" What, being a gold digger? I kept my snarky comments to myself since I haven't met her yet and the fact that I cant hurt Nash like that. Even I know that the last thing you want to hear after you just got discharged is that I don't approve his girlfriend that's been here for him longer than I have. And only because of that I'll giver her the benefit of the doubt.

"Is she coming to this birthday thing?" I asked, looking back up into his bright blue eyes that seemed to illuminate the dark room.
He nodded, "she's supposed too" it took him a few moments to start talking again.

"Are you and Hayes still sharing birthdays?"
"Not according to him"
"Wait really? When you two were kids sharing your birthdays was the best thing that happened to him. He would never stop talking about it. About you" Nash wiggled his eyes knowingly but I just sighed through my nose.

"He still hates me"
"Why?
"I don't know. I guess we aren't the same people we used to be" It was true. Maybe all this time apart in such contrasting lifestyles has built a barrier between us and it was only a matter of time before one of us would give up trying to break it down. We're not best friends anymore. He's not the boy next door anymore.

He's a rich white boy who lives in a palace
I'm a half kid who lives in a crappy council estate who's just riding on his tailcoat or whatever.

"Talk to him"
"I want to. But I'm not good at this emotional 'lets be friends again' kinda stuff" I got off his bed and slowly walked towards the now half open door.
"Kylie" I turned my head to look at him, the leather jacket I was wearing making a barely audible noise as I did so.

"Make up with him before the party" Without any words I walked out, closing the door behind me so he could get back to sleeping.