Beloved (Nash Grier)

Chapter Five

Chapter Five

-Next Morning-

Nichole's POV:

My eyes slowly fluttered open from the bright sunlight seeping through the window's shutters. I rolled over to the edge of the small bed, to check my phone. 8:17. Ugh I hate the time change! I pulled the thin blue comforter off my legs, and stood up to do a full body stretch. I then sat down on the thin tan carpet next to my drawer, to pick out my workout clothes: light gray short sleeve top, lavender shorts with a white trim and of course my black Nike's.

I walked into the bathroom to put my black Lululemon head band on, to push away all of the fly-aways that popped out of my braid, while I was sleeping. I removed the charging chord from my phone, picked up my headphones off the floor and walked out of the bathroom.

I softly jogged down the stairs until I reached the bottom floor, the sand room. Plugged my headphones into my phone, then my ears, and put my Spotify playlist on shuffle. Flume - Holdin On, began playing, I absolutely love this song.

I always run on the dirt trail, that travels around the edge of the lake, whenever I am in North Carolina. It's either this or the boring neighborhood streets.

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I love running, not as much as I love volleyball, but the serenity is priceless. I run to clear my mind and start the day fresh. I get to be alone with my thoughts, and of course listen to my loud music.

The scenery is absolutely beautiful in the morning. The tall skinny trees surrounding the lake like green giants and the golden sun rays shimmering off of the dark green lake water, in such a delicate broken line, it looks as if it were a painting.

After running for about fifteen minutes, I turned around to start heading back home; the trail is way too long, for me to run in one setting.

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Once I had finally made it back home, I untied my slightly muddy shoes and placed them under the bench, ready for my next workout.

I was too tired to climb four flights of stairs to the kitchen, so I decided I would take the elevator, I'm so lazy. I opened up the elevator door and pushed the four button, the number lit up with a red light. I slowly sat down on the cold tiled floor, still breathing quickly, when all of a sudden the elevator stopped.

I quickly sat up, from my slouched position. What the heck? Why'd it stop? The door handle wiggled and swung open, with Nash standing in the door way slouched over. He was still wearing the same red and blue tie-die sweatshirt, from the night before. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his fist and slid the metal gate aside, so he could walk into the small elevator.

"Mind if I join ya?" he asked with a deep morning voice. Ugh he's so cute.

"Sure. Are you going to the kitchen?" I asked looking up at his tall frame, towering over me.

"Yup." He responded, nodding his head and closed the door behind him. Once the metal gate was back in it's place the elevator began to move again. Nash sat down next to me and criss-crossed his ankles.

Nash's POV:

"So did you just finish a workout?" I asked, examining her freckled pink cheeks. I could tell she wasn't wearing any makeup, and yet she is so beautiful. Stop Nash, you have a girlfriend!

"Yeah, I just went for a run." She responded, with a small smile. Her hair was still in a braid from the night before, some hairs had fallen out, but it made her look even cuter.