Nash POV
As Grace left the room I finally let the tears stream down my face. I was so upset that I couldn't be with her.
Jc was a good guy, but I felt like I could treat her better. I love Grace, but I know I can't call her mine. I wish I could be with her, but I knew I couldn't.
Mahogany came in and sat down next to me, I half smiled as she took my hand. I barely knew her, we didn't talk often.
When Mahogany took my hand, I felt nervous and felt butterflies in my stomach. Just like how I did with Grace... Did I like Mahogany?
"Listen, Grace is crazy if she can't see how great a guy you are. Perk up, alright? Everyone has their match." She smiled and hugged me. "Sometimes it's just harder to find them."
"Even if they are standing right in front of you..." I mumbled and her eyes widened. "W-what?" She asked confused, I could see the smile growing on her face.
"When we hit LA, how about I take you out to an Italian restaurant of some sort." I smiled and stood up.
"Like a date?" Mahogany asked smiling, she giggled and I rolled my eyes.
"Exactly a date." I smirked and winked at her, she pulled me in for a hug. I haven't been this happy in nearly 2 months. I felt loved.
"Let's go get some breakfast." She suggested as she took my hand once again, getting the same giddy feeling all through my body.
"Mahogany," I said and she turned around. As she did I kissed her cheek and she chuckled, and I smiled. I felt happy. Now to break the news to the tour bus.
I walked out holding Mahogany's hand and when we got to the living room I quickly spun her around and pulled her into my chest making her giggle.
Now eyes were on us two, I half smiled and sat down. I noticed Grace, my sister, was smiling now that I was happy.
I looked over at Grace, my ex. The girl who broke my heart, who sent me into depression, the girl I still desperately loved. She wasn't happy. She glared at Mahogany and then looked at me sadly.
I saw her eyes get a little glossy and she went to her bunk. Grace frowned at me and shrugged, she walked over to Grace's bunk and they started talking.
When I looked back over there, Grace's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. She looked at me and looked back into Grace's bunk.
I assumed Grace called me some horrid name. But, that wasn't the case, it was the opposite.
I was wrong. Very wrong.
