Nayes: Bromance!?

Chapter 9

A/N I'm thinking surprise early update. Only because I love you! Your welcome! Try not to be too obsessed musicmyluv and Kylee183, it's coming Kylee183, it's coming. I love how only you and I know what I'm talking about. I gotta go. Don't be afraid to message me on my message boards. Here ya guys go. Love y'all! BAI!!!

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I woke up to someone stumbling around. Remembering my last encounter with these noises, I sat straight up. Only to meet a pair of blue eyes that I've come to love so much.

"Well, that's a nice way of waking up. I want this routine every morning." I announced. I giggled and pecked his lips.

I leaned over to the bed side table and took some painkillers because I could clearly feel pain, well... Everywhere.

I took my pills and stood up. I walked over to my suitcase, being sure to bend over so Nash could get a nice view of my ass through my boxers. I felt him slap me and I shot a fake frown at him.

He giggled and I bent down to continue working on my outfit when I found Nash's arm wrap around my waist, purposely brushing against my crotch as he started whispering dirty things in my ear. I started laughing and then he dragged me to the bathroom.

He turned on the shower and stripped to his boxers.

"Quickie?" I asked. He nodded way too eagerly.

He started making out with me as he pushed me against the door. I locked it and brought my hands to the waistband of his boxers. We yanked each other's boxers off at the same time and then we hopped into the shower.

He gave me an amazing blow job and I returned the favor. Then he shoved me against the wall and shoved into me.

I gasped in pleasure and told him to start moving. He nodded and moved quickly, roughly hitting my prostate. I was almost numb in pleasure when he released for the second time. It sent me overboard and I released all over the wall.

I laughed while he sprayed the wall with nozzle off the shower. We washed and got out. I dried off and threw on a pair of boxers and then black skinny jeans, making sure to pull them up a little to show my ass. Then I threw on a black low arm-hole tank top that says vans in white on it. A black beanie and my black work boot, van type things. Shoes. Black shoes. Let's go with that.

[A/N 'I wanna go back, forget that it's over. Painted in black, and you left me alone.' Anyone? Comment what song that's from and who sang it. I know how to ruin a scene, don't I? Love y'all! BAI!!!]

I shoved my walkie talkie in my pocket, put my bag on, painted my red war paint on, and then tied my bandana. I took another round of painkillers as I waited for everyone else to finish.

"Hey Nash, when are we going on our date? Where?" I asked. I broke. All morning, I was able to avoid the topic, but seeing him in his red skinny jeans and black v-neck sent me spiraling into dream land.

He was just so handsome. I don't know how I got so lucky. I just needed to know. It bugged me. I even had a dream that he had taken me to the beach where a terrace was set up with one table with a white tablecloth and candles all around. There were roses hung around and a million petals on the floor and seats and around the plates of amazing food. It was beautiful, but with Nash, anything would be beautiful when he's in my vision.

As long as I'm with him, I'm happy. Content. Loved. Glad. Not self-conscious. No need to self harm anymore. I do nothing wrong in fear of losing him. I can't risk losing him. Not even for all the money in the world. Nothing could break us apart. Nothing, except our parents. The law. Jail. Court. The fans. Hate. Death.