6 Hours ( A Nash Grier Fan-Fic / Features All Magcon Boys)

Chapter 18: Second Start

     The ride to the hotel was a lot slower than the ride to the hospital from the hotel was. Cameron finally parked the car.

     "Hurry, get your things and meet back down here," Cameron said as he got out of the car.

     I guess with all these things going on, Nash couldn't think anything through, because he was doing exactly what Cameron told them to do. In fact he was the one who came up with the idea of moving hotels. I watched as he ran to the hotel to get his things; Aaron followed him, and Cameron was way ahead of them already. I stayed behind for a little bit, and then realized I at least want a proper goodbye so I ran and tried to catch up, but they were already out of sight. I still remembered the room number of the room we were all in this morning, so I tried to find that room hoping he would be there.

     I found the room with the door wide open. I hesitantly walked in and found Cameron on the floor putting things in his suitcase in a rush. He didn't notice me walk in.

     "You know, as Cameron Dallas, in a hotel like this, with a situation like this, you really shouldn't leave your for wide open," I advised him.

     "Shit, you scared the shit out of me!" He said as he tried to catch his breath and laughed.

     I laughed back.

     "Are you looking for Nash?" he asked.

     "No," I lied as sat on the bed. "Need help packing?"

     "Yeah, I do actually. Can you hand me those papers?" he asked stretching his arm out towards the pile of papers on the bedside table.

     I handed him the pile of papers, and he neatly put all of them in the front pocket of his suitcase.

     "You keep them?" I asked surprised.

     "I mean it would be pretty rude to not read something someone put their time and heart into just for you," he answered.

     "You actually read them? How do you have time?" I was still surprised.

     "I read all of them. I read them during flights, before I go to bed, when I'm taking a shit, and especially when I feel like shit. They always make me happy," he smiled.

     "I'm impressed," I smiled back as I handed him the rest of the fan letters.

     But the thought of him smoking never left me. I thought of it every time I looked at him. I couldn't stop thinking about it.

     "Cameron?" I didn't know exactly know where I was planning to take this conversation.

     "Yeah?" he answered.

     "Do...do you... do you smoke?" I spat out.

     He instantly started looking around the room, as if he thought an object in the room whispered his secret to me. "What? Why? Where did you get that idea?" He asked with a slight of his fake laughter.

     "Look, I know the smell of smoke, and I know you smoke. I just want to know why," I asked.

     "Why do you know the smell of smoke so well? Do you smoke?" He asked the same question as Nash.

     "No. My dad used to."

     "So he stopped?" A feeling of deja vu came with every word.

     "No. Stop trying to change the subject and answer me!" I yelled.

     "Umm...no. I'm not a smoker, but I did smoke this morning. I actually bought my first pack last night," he admitted. "I honestly don't know why I did, I guess was just curious. When I was younger I saw my dad smoke all the time too. He smoked every time he was stressed out. I just wanted to see if it actually helped any."

     "Did it?"

     "No, not at all," he laughed.

     "Give me the pack," I smiled as I demanded.

     He pulled the pack out of his pocket and handed it to me. I walked to the bathroom and stood over the trash can. I  destroyed each cigarette with my hands and disposed of it.

     "So are you the only one that knows?" he asked when I walked out.

     "No, Nash and I actually kind of talked about it right after I smelled it. Hope that's okay," I shrugged.

     "Oh yeah, it's fine. Just make sure he knows that you took care of it," he laughed.

     I laughed back.

     "So, you and Nash, are you guys... like...together?" he asked.

     "I honestly don't know what we're doing," I laughed. "But speaking of Nash, I wanna go see what he's up to. What room is he in?"

     "Room 283," he smiled.

     I smiled back and left. It took me a little while to finally find his room. At least he was smart enough to close the door. I knocked lightly.

     "Umm...Who is it?" The voice wasn't Nash's.

     "It's Inaya. Can I come in?" I asked hesitantly.

     Matt opened the door. "Oh hey," he sounded relived.

     "Hey, When'd you guys come back?" I asked.

     "Just now," he answered, "Come in."

     "Is Nash here?" I asked looking around.

     "Right here," I heard his voice coming from the other side of the bed. He was bent over also packing his bags. He stepped over the bag, almost tripping, and stood in front of me. "Let's go," he said and grabbed my hand and started walking out the door.

     "What? Where are we going?" I asked as I was trying to step over all the clothes and bags scattered all over the floor.

     "Don't you have something to talk to me about?" He accused.

     "Oh... Yeah," I recalled the promise I made to him in the hospital.