Distance (A Nash Grier Fan Fic)

Chapter 3

"No!Nash Is mine!" I laughed loudly.

"The blue eyed babe is all mineeeee!" Aubrey yelled.

We all clearly know that she's obsessed with Taylor.

"Fine I'll take Taylor." I said with a smirk tugging at my lips.

She gasped loudly.

"You wouldn't." She sad sending me a glare.

This is how most of our conversations went.

We were sitting at a gas station a couple miles away from our hotel in Florida.

We finally made it. After like 11 hours of driving,everyone was tired and frustrated.

Bei stopped the car infront of the hotel.

"We are here." She mumbled.

No one responds, I guess they are just to tired to even talk.

I grab my luggage and drag it up to the room that we reserved.

I opened the door and see a huge room.

I bearly take in all the decor as I plop down on a big king sized bed.

"Dibs." Says Aryn.

I glare at her then get off the bed.

I go to a queen sized bed and sit on it. I slide my suitcase under the bed, I'll deal with that later.

Aubrey takes the bed next to me and Bei takes one in the other room next to Aryn.

I tie my long brown hair up in a pony tail.

I slide my sweat pants down to my feet and put on some soft fabric shorts.

I take off my shirt and put on my "nashty" shirt.

I'm still wearing my white elite socks.

Oh well.

Bei apparently isn't tired, I don't know how. She's sitting on the couch and eating some Doritos.

I walk over to her and grab a Dorito. I munch on it and sit down next to her.

"Will you go get some ice for me pleaseeee." She begs holding out the e.

"Why do you need ice..?" I ask, confusion spreading across my face.

"I want a coke and I don't want it warm. Please for me?" She asks sticking out her bottom lip dramatically .

I make a noise that is not human as I get off of the couch and I grab the black empty bucket that is sitting on a nightstand.

"You're lucky I don't hate you." I say smirking at her.

She winks at me and giggles.

I walk out of the room into the hallway and go to a room labeled "ice" in big red letters.

I open the door and hear a bunch of loud obnoxious laughter. I don't even glance at the other people in the ice room and I start scooping up some ice into the bucket.

The laughter turns to murmurs and me, being curious glance quickly over my shoulder.

I see all of the magcon boys sitting against the wall and Nash is in a empty fridge.

I almost shit my pants.

I drop the ice bucket on the ground.

I know, smooth right?