Wrong Key | A Nash Grier Fan Fiction

Wakes, Funerals, and Other Things

Okay guys ik that usually my chapters are a day long but this is hard for me to write, so im going to focus on her and luke and nash, and this chapter is going to be the weekend. Im sorry this is just really hard to write. Also, because I dont really want to talk about the wake and funeral but its already involved, im going to be doing a nash pov to keep myself from crying and to make this go faster. tell me if you like the nash pov.

The first time I woke up, I was in somebody's arms, and I wasn't sure how I had gotten there.

"Wha-?"

Nash shifted slightly to hold me better. "You fell asleep in the car, your mom couldn't carry you, Hayes is carrying all the bags, and we didn't want to wake you up."

I yawned, and closed my eyes again. "Thanks."

As he lay me down in my bed at my grandmothers house, I could feel myself already falling asleep. "Nash, what time is it?"

"It's one in the morning. It was a longer ride then usual. Try to get some sleep, we have to get up at eight, the wake is at ten."

I moaned, and rolled over. I felt his hand on my shoulder before I drifted off to sleep again.

"Go to sleep, Reese."

***

When I woke up again, my suitcase was laying open. The clock read 8:30, and I knew I had to get dressed. I hadn't even seen my Grandma yet. I sighed, and slipped out of ed, kneeling by my clothes. I fished out my black lace crop top, my gray tank top, one pair of my black jeans, and my black pumps. I found my flat iron, and my makeup bag. I went to the personal bathroom and touched up my hair. It was naturally straight, but I wanted to get ever single wave out. I put on a light layer of black eyeliner, grey eyeshadow, and mascara. I slipped into my pumps, and walked out into the kitchen.

Nash, Hayes, my mom, and my grandma were already out. I went up to my grandma and gave her a gentle hug. "Hi, Grandma."

Her voice shook more then it usually did. "Hi, baby. You ready for today?"

I just kind of looked at her, my eyes full of sorrow and pity. She looked back the same way, and I sat next to her, and waited for my uncle to call and tell us it was time to go.

When the phone rang, no one picked up. We sat there in a sorrowful circle and listened to the message my uncle left. "We're all outside. We're waiting."

We got up, and quietly made our way to the car.

We helped my grandma down the porch with her walker and followed my uncle's mini van. We drove in silence. I stared at my hands, clasped in my lap. My head was blurred. I had been so close to my grandfather... I couldn't think straight, or remember anything. Where was I? What was my name? How old was I? Who could answer these questions for me, without me having to ask? No one. Not even my best friend could tell I was suffering from slight self-caused amnesia. Did I look that stony? Unfamiliar? Where was I again? What was I doing here?

We pulled up to the funeral home. As I got out, I noticed someone very tall standing outside, by the door of the home. He was standing in a very proper suit attire, and he looked very neat. I stared at him for a moment. He looked very sad, and worried. His eyes told it all. His eyes...

Suddenly, I cried out. "Luke!" I walked as fast as my pumps would let me, and he scooped me right up. "I totally forgot you were coming, I'm so sorry, I just-"

He interrupted me, and put me down, keeping both hands on my shoulders and looking down into my eyes. "You have nothing to be sorry about. When Jimmy told me what happened, I knew I couldn't leave you and let you go it alone... When I lost my grandpa two years ago, it was rough. And I couldn't imagine letting you go through the same pain I did. It's worse when you're alone, and I was not about to let you feel that way."