Crystal (Magcon Boys)

Chapter Six.

I look at my reflection once again in the mirror and sigh. I've never been the kind of girl who gets nervous about what's she's going to wear or how she's going to act. First impressions have always been important to me but I don't loose my mind over it. I try to keep it cool, keep it simple. Being myself is my secret strategy and it works all the time. Today, though, I was inexplicably uneasy about the whole meeting new people situation. I don't know why, maybe it's because of the fact that they are all famous and I've never seen anything they've done whatsoever. What if they ask me something? What if they ask me what's my favorite video or what ever of theirs? It's nerve wracking and stressing.

Yet again I don't know how to explain why I'm feeling like this today. It's weird and unfamiliar to me and it makes it worst that I don't even know the reason.

Guess I'll just put it behind me and go through this.

My phone rings and I cross my room to pick it up.

"How can I help you, Jenna Perkins?" I ask, walking to my bed.

"It's more like how can I help you, Crystal Randal." She says. I smile.

"Are you totally freaking out yet?" She asks, "First dates can be overwhelming."

I laugh. "I'm fine," I say half-honestly, "And this is not a date!".

"You don't get to fool me, miss." She says.

"It's true! There will be a bunch of other boys there!" I tell her. Okay, that didn't sound good.

"Slut." She simply says, making me laugh even more.

"Oh shut up." I hiss.

She chuckles. "Well, good luck."

"Thanks," I say looking at the digital clock on my wall, "I gotta go Jenny."

"Bye sweetie, text me later yeah?".

"Alright, bye!".

"Use protection!" She yells just before I turned the phone off. I chuckle and shake my head in disbelief of my best friend's immaturity.

As I still hadn't taken my driver's license yet my mom was against me driving illegally so she insists on driving me. I accept, seeing there is no other way.

She drops me off at a big house not to far from mine. I blow a kiss off to my mother and get out of the car, making my way to the front gate.

Me - Nash, I'm right here in front of your house.

Nash Grier - Okay, I'm coming.

I wait for Nash and after a few minutes the door opens, revealing a smiley Nash.

"Hey Crystal!" He says leaning in to give me a hug.

"Hi Nashy." I say hugging him back.

He leans back and frowns. "Nashy?" He asks, unfamiliar with the nickname I had made up.

I shrug. "It's cute." I say.

He laughs and shakes his head, motioning for me to enter the house.

"The boys are in the living room." He says and walks beside me.

I can hear loud laughs and screams and my heart races. Why am I feeling nervous? It doesn't make sense. I've lived with loud friends my whole life. Why now, of any other moment, I'm feeling like this? It's so frustrating.

The noises get even louder and we enter the room. I see a bunch of guys talking but as soon as we walk in they stop and look at us. At me.

Okay, Crystal. Just be yourself. What can go wrong?