Saving Me ~Nash Grier and Carter Reynolds Fanfic~

Chapter 36

Last night was emotional for the both of us and neither of us got any sleep. Between both of us apologizing and crying and repeating the process, we got about three hours of sleep. And they had MagCon at 9 am.

"WAKE THE FUCK UP YOU SONS OF BITCHES!!!" Morgan bursts through the door. Nash groans and sends the bird over to her. "Well fuck you too Nash. Now get your white ass up. You have to be ready in an hour. And you too, Vi but I love you," and blows her signature kiss over to me.

"Mhm love you too. Now get the fuck out." I say with a grin. Morgan lifts her hands in surrender and stalks out of the room.

"Babe. How are you feeling?" Nash sits up and brings me with him.

"Tired. But let's get this shit started!" I say. I find the strength to lift my legs over the side of the bed and stand, using the bed to steady myself.

"Violet what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Nash stands up and paces over to me.

"Calm down there pippy-long stockings. I am trying to see if my legs want to work as legs for a change. Damn." He looks pissed and rolls his eyes.

"I am trying to help you and your doctor said to stay off your legs." He says saucily.

"Eh. My doctor can go fuck himself." I start to walk, still holding onto the bed. I shift my weight so I can go to the other bed to pick out my outfit for the day.

Red "I'm not a morning person" t-shirt. Black shorts. Black sweater. Red Vans. Red beanie.

"Nash I need to shower and I need help." He looks at me with his infamous smirk.

"Lets just take a shower together." I scoff at his suggestion. "Nothing sexual.. I uh just want to....conserve warm water. Duh." I roll my eyes. He picks me up and carries me to the bathroom where he seductively removes my clothes and his. We get into the Shower. Me standing, using him as support. "See nothing sexual here. " He says as he gently gropes my ass.

"Mr. Grier, remove your hand from my bottom before I chop your dick off in your sleep and feed it to you. " I smirk.

"Damn. That's harsh but it kinda turns me on, Miss Owens."

"Your sick. "

We end our shower after cleansing each other. Nash helps me slide on my outfit.

"It's too early. I think I should go back to sleep." I groan.

"Damn could that shirt be any closer to the truth?" Nash says and recieves the bird and a 'fuck you'. He walks over and pecks my lips. "But I love you and of course I will fuck you. Just tell me when and where." He winks, while wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Yeah, yeah. Now get dressed, love." I pat his chest and take a seat on te bed.

Nash throws his Diamond Supply shirt on with his khakis and black Vans.

"Are you bitches ready?" Morgan storms in again.

"Yes, mother."

"Nash shut the fuck up. Or I will chop your balls off and feed them to you." She threatens. I laugh on the bed.

"Vi used that this morning. what's up with all the girls and their damn mornings?" Nash retorts. I roll my eyes as I stand up again, still using the bed as support.

"Violet Owens. What the actual fuck are you doing?" Morgan shrieks.

"Walking dipshit" I say just as I reach my wheelchair and sit down.

"No shit. You're not supposed to be doing that." I shrug back in response and she just rolls her eyes. "Anyway lets go fuckers." Morgan claps her hands. I roll myself towards her. She is wearing her UCLA baseball tee, shorts, red converse, and light make up. Absolutely flawless.