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

Chapter 27

POV: Sam

I woke up with my head laying on Nash's lap, who was still sound asleep.

We were still on the couch and he was basically sitting up while I was laying on him.

He must've thrown a blanket on me when I fell asleep because I don't remember getting one.

He had his arm wrapped around me while his other hand was on the tv remote.

Because I am a creep, I stared at him for a couple of minutes.

He was no longer cocky, arrogant, worried, or stressed. Just innocent.

But I had to go check on Sydney.

I quickly and carefully untangled myself from his arms and hopped gracefully off of the couch and to my feet.

I started looking around for Nash's car keys and a piece of paper to leave him a note.

I found the paper, but not the keys.

Then I remembered that Nash had put his keys in his pocket last night...

I walked back over to the couch and patted his front pockets, but they were empty except for his phone. Which I stole immediately and plugged into the wall.

I went back to Nash and sat next to him on my knees.

I checked the butt pocket closest to me easily enough, but there was nothing there.

Of course his keys are in the last place that I check.

I reached across his lap to check his other butt pocket. This time there WAS difficulty.

My hand was stuck. Under Nash Grier's butt. Great.

He started to stir and I willed him not wake, but nothing ever goes my way.

"Well hi there." I crane my neck up to see a groggy Nash looking down at me, amused.

I struggled to get my hand out from under him, but it wasn't working.

"You know, if you wanted to touch my butt you could've just asked." Nash said trying to conceal his laugh, but he released my hand.

I flung backward quickly, but he grabbed my face before I could get away.

He pecked my lips quickly and smirked.

"I'm sure there's a logical explanation to why you were stuck in my pocket." He said raising his eye brows.

I nodded quickly, "I was trying to get your car keys.."

"You were gonna steal my car?!" He gasped in mock disbelief, but he was keeping back a smile.

I nodded, my face was probably on fire by now, ashamed.

"What for?" He asked raising his eyebrows once again.

"Um just to go check on Sydney because I didn't tell her I was spending the night." I explain, relieved that he wasn't really annoyed. "I was gonna leave you a note and come back in like 15 minutes."

He smiled. "Aww your worried about your best frienddd." He said mockingly.

I hit his chest jokingly. "Shut up! She went to a party last night and she hasn't texted me yet. Of course I'm worried!" I pointed out my anxiety rising.

Nash nodded, smile gone.

"Let's go then." He said simply before putting on shoes and going outside with me in tow behind him.

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When we finally got to Sydney's house I automatically felt that something was off.

I was fumbling with the 2 keys that were on my keychain, yes I have a key to Sydney's house because we are that close. My hands were shaking too much to get them in the key hole.

I saw hands cover my shaky one as Nash plucked my keys from my hand and unlocked the door easily.

He pushed it open and nodded reassuringly for me to go first.

I rushed through the doorway without a second thought.

I didn't bother to wave to Sydney's mom or say hi to her 4 yr old sister. I just rushed through the living room and to the kitchen, where Sydney's room was aloft.

I yanked open the always too stiff door and hurled myself up the stairs to her apartment like room.

I looked around, but she wasn't there. I rushed up the two steps to her huge open closet and grasped the bathroom handle, but it didn't budge.

I pounded on the door with tears threatening to spill down my face.

"Sydney! Open up please." I was trying my best to keep my voice calm, but it wasn't working.

There was no answer, just the almost silent sniffling and occasional sob.

"Sydney Bergman open this door right now or I will break it down." I threatened seriously.

I looked behind me to see if Nash had followed me upstairs, but he hadn't. Must've been caught by Angel.

That might've been the best thing because who knows what's wrong with Sydney.

Meanwhile, I heard the click of the lock on the door and immediately opened it and gazed upon the hungover and crying girl in front of me.

She didn't even bother to get up to unlock the door, she had just crawled over and the scooted back to the wall after I had entered.

She lay with her knees to her chest and her head buried in them.

I kneeled beside her.

"What's wrong?" I asked worried.

No answer.

"Sydney please tell me..." I trailed off as I spotted something on the sink.

I got up and my heart about stopped.

I grabbed some toilet paper and picked the white sticks up and turned to the broken girl on the ground.

"Please tell me these aren't yours." I whispered in disbelief.

Sydney lifted her tear stained face and looked at me wretchedly.

"They are..." She said almost silently.