ANTICIPATED // book two

69: waffles

"Cameron? What are you doing?" Nash wiped his eyes groggily.

"Oh, um, I was just-"

"Were you going through my twitter?" He frowned at me, and I ran a hand through his hair. "U-Um, well,"

He uncovered his eyes, but kept them closed. Snuggling his head in my chest, he muttered something under his breath that I couldn't exactly catch. He snatched the phone away from me all of the sudden, opening his eyes and scrolled through. His eyes widened, as he read the top. "Who'd you talk to?"

"No one. I was only reading Sky, Liza, and Erin's dms-"

"And Laur's?!?!?" He suddenly yelled, voice stratchy but evident with anger. He sat up on my lap. "What did you read?"

Me and Nash knew atleast one hundred of the fan's names by memory, we had a great relationship with them and if it wasn't their names, we knew their usernames.

"I didn't get to read the last one, that's when you woke up."

He suddenly blew a loud breath of relief, slumping back into my arms. "Good."

"Why?" I questioned, rubbing his cheek. "Is there something specific that you talked with them?" He shook his head. "Nope, just don't like people going through my dms."

Nash is an excellent actor, and liar, which is why he's going to be one, or working on being one anyway. So I wasn't so sure to believe him or not... But I don't want to point fingers right now. He could have an anxiety attack if I do.

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"-Is that it? Yeah I think that's it. Anyways, I will see you guys, next week."

Nash threw up little peace signs at the camera and I couldn't help but coo. He was so damn cute, throughout the whole filming of this #AskNash2, I kept on squealing and he had to tell me to shut up like fifty times.

"Okay, video is done." He turned off the camera and I stood up, walking over to him. "I'm so proud of you."

"For what?" He smiled lightly at me, furrowing his eyebrows.

I grinned and squeezed his hand. "For firsts, you haven't had an attack in like a week. And second, you were able to control your anxiety on camera."

He shrugged and smiled at bit, looking around the room. "Not a big deal." He said.

I pulled him closer to me and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "To me it is." Nash smiled widely, something he's been doing often and walked away from me, over to put the camera away. He's so cute oh my god.

"Do you want waffles?" I asked suddenly, putting my hands in my pockets.

His head shot up at me. "What?"

"Do you want waffles." I repeated. What's wrong with having waffles? They're really good and I feel like waffles.

He laughed slightly, wiping the camera lense. "That's so random." He sat cross legged on the carpeted floor, clicking on the cover for the lense.

"Do you want waffles or not you prune." I smirked.

He burst out laughing, throwing his head back and dropping the camera on the pillow. He loved it whenever I used the word prune as an insult, I don't know why it amused him.

"Do you?" I asked, laughing softly, and kneeling down in front of him.

He sat up and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Yeah s-sure." He sniffled and stared at me for a minute, before bursting into laughter yet again. Typical Nash,

"P-PRUNE!! OH MY GOD!!!" I rolled my eyes and got up, walking out of the room and down the stairs to make him some waffles. When I got down there, I could still hear his loud laughter and screaming of the word prune.

I walked over to the fridge and opened the top door, taking out some regular frozen waffles. Popping them in the toaster, I heard Nash step down the stairs so I turned around. He locked his phone and looked at the toaster.

"Are those blueberry waffles?"

I shook me head and he frowned, pulling out his phone. "Unfollowed, blocked, reported, uninvited from my twelveth birthday party,-" I chuckled. "I didn't know you when you were twe-" I started, only to be cut off.

"SHUT UP!!" He yelled. I burst into laughter.

"Burned at stake, ashes scattered to the wind," he paused, "and you're adopted." He pointed a finger at me, then looked down to his phone.

"Oh my god, you're literally five." I stepped closer to him and kissed his cheek. The waffles popped from the toaster, so I skipped over to them and flipped them around before pulling the lever again and checking my phone.

My timeline was going crazy about Nash's new tweet, so I clicked on his profile.

"@Nashgrier: @Camerondallas didn't make me blueberry waffles."

"@Nashgrier: @Camerondallas unfollowed, blocked, reported, uninvited from my twelveth birthday party, burned at stake, ashes scattered to the wind, and you're adopted."

It had atleast 10K RT's. This kid, I swear he's so childish, but that's why I love him.

"@Camerondallas: @Nashgrier I love you too you goof😂"

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I hate my dad so much like he always tries to fight me um nigga I have 100k reads on a book Im famous don't touch me

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