The New Girl. (Nash Grier Fanfiction)

The New Girl. Nash Grier

Chapter One:

Emily's POV

I just moved to North Carolina. As I got out of the car, I just stared at the house. It was was huge! I was in a daydream when I heard laughing and yelling. I instantly snapped my head in the direction and saw a group of boys around my age. One of them even smiled at me! He had brown hair, straight white teeth and was about sixteen years old, the same age as me.

I went inside the house. "Emily! Go pick your room!" My mom yelled from downstairs. She has shoulder length dark brown hair, hazel eyes and was quite tall. "I get to pick. My own room? Thanks mom!" I yelled.

I walked through the long empty hallways searching for the biggest room. I like my space.

I found the perfect room which also had its own bathroom in it. "Mom! I've found one!" I screamed down the stairs. I brought up my boxes and pulled out my tye dye penny board.

"Mom, I'm going to look around the neighbourhood! I'll be about 45 minutes" you said while running out of the door.

I shut the door behind me and rolled down the road. Reaching the front yard of the boys I saw earlier. The one that smiled at me was the only person outside.

"Excuse me!" He yelled. You turned your head to face him. His eyes were gorgeous.

"Hey! I'm Nash!" He exclaimed in a happy tone. "Emily!" Your replied. He smiled.

Your long brown hair flowing in the wind with your blonde tips at the end. Your hazel eyes shimmering in the sunlight reflecting on your face.

"Where are you going to?" He asked. "Just looking around the neighborhood. I just moved in next door." Shielding your eyes because your forgot your ray bans. "Can I come with you. I need to get away from the boys. They're so loud!" He chuckled a little bit.

His laugh was the cutest.

"Yeah sure." You smiled. He grabbed his red penny board and you both started rolling down his driveway. "You know, your really pretty." He stated. Your cheeks flushed red.

No one had ever really said that before to you except some of your friends and relatives. "Thanks nash, your very handsome too!" Which was true.

You rode to a little park and sat down on a bench. "So how old are you Emily?" He asked. "16. I turn seventeen on August 5th".