Breaking (a magcon fanfiction)

Twenty-Eight

*Maddie's POV*

"I'm back!" Nash says. Shit, I'm still in the shower. And I haven't even shampooed! What do I do? I don't want him to like see me or something, but he has my clothes and I left my other ones on the bed.

"Maddie?" Nash asks outside the bathroom door.

"Yes?" God I sound like a fricking housewife who just murdered someone.

"Are really still in the shower?"

"Are you really asking that?" What?

"What?"

"I don't even know." I say and I hear him laugh. Oh please don't do that. I don't want to be found dead in the shower. But what an awesome horror movie plot right? Dead from laughter. Coming soon.

"I have your clothes." He says.

"Just put them on the toilet, no!" I stop myself from a bad decision. But let's face it, I've made so many all ready. "Uh, put--put them on the--or the-"

"I'll just put them right here." He says and I think that he's still in the hallway.

"Okay?" It came out more of a question. After I swore he left the doorway, I start to shampoo my hair.

"Ooh. That smells nice." Nash says pulling back the curtain, causing me to scream bloody murder.

"NASH!" I yell, pulling the curtain back into place.

"That's my name." He pulls it open again. Where was that shy, crying boy? I would like him back now please.

"GET. OUT." I pull the curtain back one more time and he doesn't open right away again. I rinse the boy shampoo out of my hair and pray that my perfume will cover up the smell of 'Manliness in a Bottle!'.

"Here's some conditioner." Nash says stepping into the shower, naked. Don't look down, don't look down...darn it.

"Get out of my shower please." I say looking up at his smirking face. Probably proud of his guyish ways right now.

"Your shower?" Nash asks. "If I may recall, this happens to be my hotel room. So by that logic, this is my shower." He says it proudly and hands me the conditioner.

" 'Man-condition. Condition like a man.' " I say reading off the bottle. I look up at Nash, as if I was asking him. "Well, this isn't yours because a man doesn't have feelings." I say and turn around to put the bottle down. Nash pokes at my sides and I jump.

"It is mine." He says wrapping his arms around me and putting his head in the crook of my neck. "And I am very manly. I use both everyday."

"Well then it isn't really working." I smirk and look up at him. Nash squeezes his arms around me, but then kisses me. I pull away and turn to face him. He leans down and we end up kissing instead of showering. We keep kissing under the water, just like in a movie. But not the murder movie like before. I mean sure, it could be the same movie...if you really wanted it to.

"Are you like going through some sort of phase or something?" Hayes asks walking into the bathroom. Who's hotel room does he thinks this is? Oh, right.

"What?" Nash says poking his head through the curtain, not exposing me. "Oh, um that's not mine." He says and now I want to see what Hayes is holding. But how weird would that be to have your boyfriend's little brother know that you two were showering together? It'd be like, oh hello Hayes. Don't mind me and Nash, we were just kissing naked under the water the morning after we had sex. No need to worry.
Like awkward-Ville much? Which reminds me not to tell anyone about this. Losing my virginity last year to a by who was currently a senior scared my mother enough. Not to mention that she doesn't even know Nash, or anyone besides Carter or Matt.