100 What Ifs..

Chapter 14 ~ Screw It

Nash's P.O.V.

Screw it!

I ran after her. As fast as I could. She turned the corner and when I finally got to the corner she was gone. 

Where the hell are you, Sam?

"Sam? A-are you here? Sam?!" I yelled, not giving a shit if I wake yo the nieghbors. 

"What if she's in trouble. Shit! What if she got kidnapped?! Oh no no no no!" I started pacing in front of a bush and a bench not wanting to walk farther away from my car and the corner where she suddenly fucking dissappeared.

"How could you let this happen?!" I yelled at myself while grabbing my hair. "Honestly, you couldn't have walked with her in case anything happen even when she said not to? No, because you wanted to make her happy."

"Sam?" I said, less yelling more like mumbling to myself. I heard a rustle in the bushes and I turned around.

Sam's P.O.V.

That stupid boy had the nerve to follow me! Hmmph! 

Just keep walking Sam, don't look back at that gorgeous face of his. Hold up! I did not just think that. That's it you're going to a mental hospitol tommorrow. Better safe than sorry, aye?

As I walked to the corner I can hear Nash running behind me. Are you serious?! Augh!

"Sam? A-are you here? Sam?!" I hear Nash yelled. I scratched my legs from the itching leaves. Seriously, why does leaves have to be to itchy?

From where I was crouching I can see and hear Nash have a panic attack. 

Was he like that when he noticed I was gone in the pub?

"What if she's in trouble. Shit! What if she got kidnapped?! Oh no no no no!" Nash said more to himself. 

Awe he cares, that bastard.

With Nash pacing in front of the bush I can see this look on his face. 

Maybe that's enough. He looks like he could piss himself, maybe even shit himself! I would laugh my ass at the moment but maybe it's not the right time. Should I pop up now? Eh, let's just wait a little longer, because I'm that evil.

"How could you let this happen?! Honestly, you couldn't just walked with her in case anything happen even when she said not to? No, because you wanted to make her happy."

Make me happy? Wha..?

The way he says my name.. just so..

I stood up from where I was crouching and waited for him to turn around and look at me with those blue eyes of his.

His face went relieved to embarrassment to anger in a split second. But then back to relief. 

Nash surprised me by taking a step closer and hugging me, from what I''m assuming, as tight as possible.

Man, does he have a grip.

I hugged him back, grateful that he's not yelling his head off. With his hands on my shoulders he said, "Never fucking do that again!"

Giggling, I said, "Your face was just so histerical! Th-this is m-much better than the prince-princess thing." Gasping for air while laughing isn't that all fun. "Oh m-my God. Y-you were so-so-so-so-so scared. A-a-and your panic atta-ack was th-the most funn-iest thing ever!"

Meanwhile, Nash was glaring at me. "Never speak of this again! Promise?" I nodded my head yes, "Swear."

Nash sighed and said, "Alrigt it's time to get you home." Still unable to speak I nodded my head once again. 

We walked all the way back to his car and got in. I was smiling so big that my smile could have seem fake. 

But truth be told, I haven't smiled like this since I was five. Ahh, that memory of beating my older brother at Mario Kart. Such sweet memories. 

"Stop smiling like that." Nash said, with a smile of his own. "Why not?" I asked, still smiling of course.

"Because your smile looks like a person's mental smile." He answered. "You're smiling too!" I said, all smug. "So I can too!"

Nash chuckled, "Touche." We both smiled the whole drive to my house, which wasn't that far. 

"We're here!" Nash announced. I unbuckled my seatbelt and got out of the car, "No shit, Sherlock." 

"Hey!" He pouted. Smiling, "Hey to you too but now I gotta get inside." Nash got out of the car and held his arm out at his side and I gratefully took it.

We both still smiling like idiots. As we approuched my door I said, "Thank you for the ride home and a somewhat nice evening."

We stood on the porch, him looking down at me and I, looking up to him. "You're very welcome. Now you better get inside and shower and jump right into bed," With a smirk, he added, "Or in my bed, it's your choice."

I rolled my eyes. "Too much ego isn't good for you." I sang while opening the door and getting inside.

"Good night, dork." Nash said looking at me with his blue eyes.

I smirked. "Nighty night, priness."