The Colors of Flowers (a Nash Grier Fanfiction

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Rosey's POV

"I'm Jackie." She said into the hug.

As she pulled away I introduced myself.

"I'm Rosey!"

"Hey Rosey!" Jackie said looking from Nash to me. "Are you two dating?"

"Um . . . We are going on a date." Nash said as he pulled me closer to him, still hugging me from behind.

"I ship it!" Jackie yelled.

"I ship you and Cameron, obvious connection." I said as I looked over to Cameron. He had walked away but he kept looking back at Jackie.

"Oh thanks! Wait so what was all of that about?" Jackie questioned, "I'm not saying that I didn't want him to kiss me, that was probably the best moment of my life. But why?"

"A couple hours before Magcon I dared Cam to make-out with a fan, or a hobo. He obviously choose fan and I said that he could pick. So he choose you!" I said as played with Nash's blonde highlights.

"Wait he p-picked mee?" Jackie said hyperventilating and shaking.

"Okay I need a moment." Jackie said as she sat down on the table where the guys sign t-shirts.

"Oh, here's my number" Cameron said, writing it on her t-shirt and grinning at Jackie.

"I'll defiantly text you!" Jackie said as she started entering the number into her phone.

"Alright bye!" Jackie said as she ran off to catch up with her friends who walked away when Cameron kissed her. I had a feeling they weren't going to be her friends for long.

Jackie's POV

After Cameron's kiss, I had realized that my friends had walked away, I mean I guess they were probably extremely pissed at me, but it's not my fault Cameron kissed me.

The most upset one was probably Alison. Cameron was her favorite. Not mine. But after that kiss, I was in love with him! I mean how could you not be!

After having a short conversation with Cameron, I went off to find Alison and Hannah.

I looked everywhere. I mean I knew that they defiantly wouldn't be in the crowd in front of the stage because Alison almost had a panic attack when we were in there before our tickets got called so I can knock that off the list.

They weren't meeting the guys.

They weren't in the merchandise room.

They weren't in I Play America.

Where else could they be?

THE BATHROOM!

I mean you never know when a girl has gotta pee.

As I barged through the bathroom door I instantly spotted Alison sitting on the oddment hysterically crying and Hannah comforting her.

"How could you!" Alison screamed as she got up off of the oddment and whipped off the tears.

"I'm so sorry, but if you got that chance I know you would take it." I replied as I tried to be sympathetic but I really could care less.

"That's because he is my favorite! You don't love him half as much as I do! And if that was your favorite I wouldn't make-out with him because I have a heart and I'm actually considerate of other people. So you can get the hell away from me you slut bag hoe. And let me tell yo . . ." Her sentence was interrupted by my fist clashing into her face.