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

Chapter 26

POV: Sam

As soon as we had gotten to Nash's apartment (which he had gotten while he is staying in Indiana) and I had put down the picnic basket I felt arms wrap around my waist and pull me against them.

My heart fluttered nervously as I gazed up at Nash.

"You know it's not so illegal here.." He said quietly as he kissed my neck.

True, but it was against my moral laws.

I broke away from his grasp and turned to him smiling.

"I can't." I said simply looking up at him.

"And why not?" He asked disappointed.

Ugh why are boys so desperate...

"Because." I said smirking as I backed away towards the counter.

Because I wasn't going to lose my virginity at 15.

Because I didn't want to take a chance of getting a disease or God forbid, pregnant.

"Pleaseee." He begged as he came closer to the point where he was right in front of me with only my hands limply on his chest to separate us.

I pecked him on the lips.

"Mmm nope." I laughed.

"But we CAN go watch a Disney movie on Netflix." I put out grinning.

Nash sighed but shrugged "I guess that works."

Then without warning he scooped me up and carried me to the couch.

"Put me down! I'm fat! I'll break you!" I yelled the whole way.

He sat me down on the couch and he plopped down next to me.

He turned on Netflix and searched through the movies.

"Lilo and Stitch?" He asked looking at me.

"Yasss." I said happily as I sat with my legs criss cross applesauce.

He laughed at my childishness and pressed play.

POV: Sydney

I was drunk.

Very drunk.

I'm not sure how, but Cameron had gotten me to Taylor's house party and there had been beer.

I've never had beer before.

I think you get the picture.

Cameron was drunk too soo it wasn't just my fault.

I was currently sitting on his lap in a circle with Taylor, Matthew, Carter, Jack, Jack, and surprisingly Shawn except he wasn't drunk like everyone else. And we were playing truth or dare with spin the bottle.

Matt spun the bottle and of course it landed on me...

"Hmmm I pick... Dare." I slurred bravely.

"Okay, I dare you to run outside for 5 minutes and then come back. You can put on shoes, but no coat." He smirked.

I sighed, at least it wasn't a dirty dare...

I got up and swayed when I stood. I grabbed the arm of the couch for support as I tried to get my shoes on.

"Continue with out me, gentlemen." I laughed as I bowed and ran out the door.

It was snowing!!

Wait... What month is it?

November stupid...

Oh my gosh its coldddd.

I ran through the snow that went up to around my ankle and ran along the covered sidewalk.

Mind you I'm drunk, so my definition of running is more of a tripping on my feet and fall like 5 times before I even made it a couple yards.

I had chosen to wear leggings with a short sleeve shirt.. So I probably have frost bite.

But I didn't care. I loved the feel of the sharp cold biting at my skin, even though I hated cold and snow when I was sober.

Suddenly, one of my spills was a lot harder than the others and I hit my head, hard.

I tried to get up, but I couldn't. I kept on sliding in the mushy snow.

Finally I think I gave up because I just lay in the snow, feeling warmth creep over me.

Then I heard the crunching of snow under foot and it was coming closer.

"What the hell?" They muttered, obviously masculine.

I felt hands grasp my waist as they hoisted me up quickly and scooped me up into their arms.

I didn't who it was, through the haze of alcohol, but they were familiar.

I felt safe, at least I thought it was safe.

All I remember of that night is that that person took something from me, something that I'll never get back.