Nash went on for awhile about how he hasn't seen his family in five years and how he lives with his best friends. He brought up something called Magcon and that's how he makes his money.
"Why does that sound familiar?" I asked him.
"Well when you were attacked we were the event that was going on." He answered quietly.
"Oh." There had been so many people at the event.
"So are you like in a band?"
Nash chuckled and shook his head.
"No, we were found on, um, the Internet. We do like stand up things. Some of the guys do sing though." He stuttered through his explanation which made me believe he was leaving something out.
"Enough about me. what do you do?" Nash smiled as he tried to get himself out of the spotlight.
"Oh i work at a restaurant. I started as a waitress, but now I'm a chef. That's how I get most of my food. I'm trying to save money." I blushed.
He probably thinks I'm too poor to be out with. He's famous; he doesn't understand how hard it is to live in this world.
"yeah, I'm so lucky that my buddies and I were discovered. it's hard to survive with the economy pretty much dead." as he spoke he grabbed my hand and gently started rubbing his thumb across it.
His touch sent shivers through my body and i couldn't speak. it felt nice, but for some reason a voice in the back of my head told me to run.
"So Why don't you live with your family?" His question caught my attention and made tears spring in my eyes.
'Don't cry. don't cry. it's been five years. five! you should be able to talk about it.'
Nash noticed the pain expression on my face and quickly tried to change the topic. "oh I'm sorry. You don't have to tell me about it. Let's keep the mood light."
He squeezed my hand again as he went on about how he loved going on tour with his best friends. And that's how the night went. Nash talked most of the time and learned very little about me.
I was okay with that. The less he knew, the less likely he'd get connected to me. I didn't need the pain of bei n g with someone. I felt bad that we were even on this one date.
Maybe he would think I'm to boring to see again. I hoped so; but i also really did want to see him. It hurt to want something so bad, but not being able to have it.
Nash's bright blue eyes never left my face. He was so happy and content with life. I wish I could be like him; carefree.
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Nearly Broken
FanficVerona Waltz was the kind of girl that liked to keep her head down and not draw attention to herself. But her world is suddenly flipped upside down when an unexpected hero saves her from the monster in her nightmares. Can she learn to let her hero...
