One In a Million {Nash Grier & Cameron Dallas Fanfiction}

Chapter 24

POV: Nash

It's been 2 months now.

2 months of her not knowing me.

2 months of me trying everything to jog her memories.

2 months of pointless nothing.

Good news is, I think she's starting to like me.

Today would be our 6 month anniversary.

6 months ago I kissed her at the movies.

3 months ago she almost died.

2 months ago she woke up from a coma, not knowing anything.

I feel like if I love her enough, she'll come back to me.

But then again, it is said that if you truly love something to let it go.

My attention snapped back to the present.

We were laying on a picnic blanket just staring at the sky longingly.

I glanced at Sam.

She looked so peaceful not knowing. Not caring.

She lay with her curly hair spread out behind her head and her hands enlaced with each other on her sunken in stomach. Her eyes were closed, but her breathing was normal.

She looked exactly as she did when she was in a coma, except less dead looking.

I wanted to look away, before I started bawling, but I couldn't.

Sam must've sensed my gaze because she opened her eyes, revealing her golden orbs, and looked straight into my teary eyes.

"What's wrong?" She whispered softly.

I looked away quickly and stared at the sky trying to blink away the tears.

"It's nothing." I replied swiftly.

Suddenly a white face appeared over me, red hair spilling on my stomach as she propped herself on her arms.

I was stunned, she barely knows me. How could she stand to be this close?

She smirked, it was freaking adorable.

"I don't believe you." She whispered, I felt her breath and it smelled like mint. Then I remembered her pet peeve of always brushing her teeth. "Tell meee." She whined quietly.

"Nope." I smiled and turned my face away. "You'll have to make me." I laughed.

"Alright you asked for it." She growled before she started tickling my stomach.

I started writhing under her, laughing my head off.

"Please- stop-" I couldn't even finish a sentence without bursting into fits of laughter. I couldn't breath.

"Not until you tell me!" She giggled, but tried to keep a serious face as she continued to tickle me.

My sides hurt, so finally I was going to end it.

I grabbed her shoulders and rolled her to the ground so that she was laying on her back looking up at me, eyes wide. I held her wrists above her head.

"Now that you've had your fun..." I said smirking.

I leaned down close to her still grinning as I stared into her eyes.

I was so close I could smell the apple scent coming from her hair and the familiar fragrance of her perfume.

But her eyes were not as I had remembered them 6 months ago. The passion was gone and replaced by a sweetness, that did not remind me of her at all.

Then I did something that neither of us expected.

I pulled away quickly, hoisting her into sitting position. I released her and turned facing forward not saying anything.

I sighed almost silently. "I'm sorry.."

"I'm not." She said stubbornly and I looked at her and she was grinning.

"It's not right. You don't even remember me." I said looking away ashamed. "I can't take advantage of you like that."

Sam crawled over to me and sat on my lap, one leg on each side of my torso. I fought the urge to grab her and kiss her right there, but I couldn't.

"Who said you were?" She whispered mischievously.

My mouth gaped open as she leaned down and pecked me on the cheek.

To hell with being honorable.

I grasped her face before she could pull away and smashed my lips into her's.

I had no idea I had missed the taste of lemon lip balm so freaking much, but I did.

So I kissed her like it was our last.

Like we were saying goodbye.

POV: Sam

I had no idea that I had actually liked the dude.

The same dude that not more than 2 months before was a stranger to me, claiming to be my boyfriend.

But I did like him.

Kissing him felt familiar. So far the ONLY familiar thing I have ever done with the boy.

I twisted my hand into his hair as I pulled him closer. I was now sitting up on my shins, right above him, so that he had to pull me down closer to him.

It's weird, it felt like an eternity, but it was gone all too fast.

Nash pulled away reluctantly and gazed at me with thoughtful eyes, but a little out of breath.

I glared at him playfully. Although I, having not as strong of lungs, was breathing labored.

"Why'd you stop?" I asked smirking as I tried to kiss him again.

He laughed, "How about because if this had gone on any longer, we'd be having sex in a public park basically. And I'm pretty positive that isn't legal." He grinned sheepishly.

I blushed deeply. I kinda hoped he was joking, but something told me he was half serious.

He stood up quickly and offered a hand, which I took gratefully.

He pulled me up so fast that I was on him in half a second.

He looked into my eyes, regarding me thoughtfully.

"My place then?" He said grinning.

I nodded smiling before helping him to pick up the picnic basket and blanket.

I let him walk in front of me to the car.

I walked a little slower, smiling to myself.

I could feel a strange weight in the back of my head. Not physically of course, but mentally. Like when you try to figure out a word or information and you cannot seem to reach it.

It's been there ever since I had woken up.

But for the first time, it felt lighter.