Maybe He's Not So Bad (Nash Grier)

Chapter 1

As I step into the quaint coffee shop, aromas of coffee beans and freshly baked muffins fill my nose. I breathe in deeply and sigh, a quiet, happy sigh. I walk up to the counter and I am greeted by Stacy, the cashier.

"Hey, Siena. I'm assuming you want your regular?" She says with a smile. I nod and she places my order in with the other barista.

"So, Stacy, how have you been lately?" I ask.

"Well, I've been okay, but this store's not doing too well." Stacy replies glumly.

"I wish that Starbucks down the street never opened. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love Starbucks, but this place is like home to me." I say.

"Hey." She says. "Don't worry about this store. We'll get back up there. It'll just take a little while." Stacy informs me. I nod. The Batista is done with my coffee, so he sets it on the counter. I walk up and take the warm drink in my hands. I take a sip and my I smile to myself.

Milk, sugar, a dash of cinnamon, and extra whip cream.

This is why I love this shop so much. They put heart into their drinks. And, they make it perfect every time. I am going to help keep this shop open, no matter what-

My thoughts are suddenly interrupted as I smash into someone and spill my coffee all over my new dress.

"Oh, merda. Mi dispiace tanto, non volevo di schiantarsi voi. Sono così maldestro-" I start apologizing in Italian, but then I look up and see a very familiar face. "Wait a second. You're Nash Grier. The Nash Grier. Right?" I say.

"Yup. That's me. Was that Italian?" He says, blue eys shining.

"Yeah, it was." I say. annoyed. "Excuse me." I brush past him.

"Woah, woah. This is not how it usually goes when I meet fans. Don't you want and autograph or a picture or something?" He asks with a confused look on his face. I turn to face him.

"First of all, I am not a fan. And second of all, I would just like to point out that you're even more conceded than I thought." I face Stacy and ask her for another coffee. She smiles and nods and has the Batista make me yet another coffee.

"You're not a fan? Have you not seen any of my videos or something..?" He asks, still confused.

"Yes, unfortunately, I have. And I don't like you." I say, turning away from him to watch my coffee being made.

"Well, why not?" Nash persists. Suddenly, I get angry and annoyed.

"Basta che mi lasci in pace ti cazzo buco del culo-" I begin shouting, but Nash cuts me off.

"Woah, girl, I don't speak Italian. English please." He says impatiently.

"You're not making this any easier for yourself. Please, just leave me alone." I say, completely aggravated at this point. I see that my coffee is done, so I grab it, pay, and walk quickly out of the store. I'm hoping Nash loses interest and doesn't follow me, but, he does.

"I didn't get your name." He calls after me.

"It's Siena. Siena Salvatore." I call over my shoulder.

"I hope I see you again soon, Siena!" Nash calls to me. I roll my eyes and continue walking.

So I'm trying something a little different.

I promised myself I would never write a fanfiction about a Magcon boy.

So this is kind of like a half-fan fic. Because I'm not a fan. But I'm writing for those who are (and aren't).

And I would like to apologize in advance for all you Nash lovers. I'm just expressing my opinion and putting it into a story.

But don't worry, the insults won't last forever. Just bear with me for now, and I promise that it will get better.

Have a great day :)