The Nerd Diaries

The Way She Makes Me Feel

>>Dean's POV>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Suzy was laid up on the hospital bed, knocked out. I firmly grasped her left hand which was cold as ice. I stroked my thumb on the back of her hand, signaling her that I'm here.

"This is all my fault", I whisper to myself.

"No, it isn't", answered a voice. I snapped my head to the door and saw Natalie standing in the doorway.

I called her as I waited for the nurse to tell me I could see Suzy. That was twenty minutes ago. The hospital is thirty minutes from Natalie's house, if you drive the speed limit.

Natalie walked over to the other side of Suzy's bed. Her eyes are full of sympathy as she examines Suzy's face.

"Is she going to be alright?" she asked focusing her eyes on me.

My stomach churned. "Yeah. It's just a concussion. I mean, people live through those, right?"

Natalie nodded. For some reason, I seemed more relax. Natalie just waltzed right into the room and the heaviness on my shoulders was lifted.

She was dressed very comfortable. She was wearing a sweatshirt with "Columbia" on it and tights. Her hair was thrown up into a messy bun that really made her look amazing.

What am I doing? I have a girlfriend.

And she has a freakin' concussion.

I lean in closer to Suzy's face. The aroma of her perfume lingers inside my nose. It's literally her perfume called Smexy. It's more of a tropical perfume.

Who am I kidding. It smells like someone juiced pineapple slices into a bottle and called it perfume.

I wonder what Natalie smells like...

No, stop it Dean.

"What?" asked a voice that scared the living shit out of me. Natalie must've pulled up a chair next to me while I was daydreaming.

I stared at her with wide eyes. My throat was extra dry. I wanted to say something but I didn't know what. I was terrified that if I opened my mouth, 'I love you' would've poured out. How embarrassing would that be?

I cleared my throat. "Nothing."

Natalie nodded and fixed her attention to the blanket ontop of Suzy. This had to be the most awkwardest situation I have ever been in. The silence throughout the room made me extremely nervous.

"So how's the movie going?" she asked. Here eyes were still staring at the blanket.

Small talk. I can talk without saying anything stupid.

"Great. I enjoy working with your dad. He's actually one of my favorite bosses."

"You don't have to lie because he's my dad. I can keep a secret", she said while smiling.

I laughed. "It's true. Your dad is really nice."

"I know. A lot of people love him. I just wish people would stop thinking I'm going to be just like him. Being a director isn't something I want to be."

My heart sank. Natalie's smile fell into a frown, real quick. I know exactly how she feels. My dad is this huge actor that everyone loves. So, when everyone heard he had a son, the pressure that I was going to be just like him was definitely there. I thank God that I did become huge or else I would've been publicly humiliated and shamed out of L.A. I don't want Natalie to be pressured into being a director. She should be free to do whatever she wants to do. It's not fair for her to be pressured.

I placed my hand on her back. "Have you ever told your dad?"

Natalie chuckled. "He wants me to be a director as much or even more than the world does. When I told him I wanted to be a lawyer instead, he wouldn't talk to me for weeks. You want to know why I get to go to the set whenever I want to? Because he thinks that the more I'm there, I'll change my mind about being a 'stupid lawyer'."

I could tell Natalie was getting upset because her cheeks were a tomato color. Her eyebrows were furrowed. I used the side of my index finger under her chin to bring her face to mine. I looked deeply into her pretty brown eyes.

"You can't let people try to change you. You are you and if they can't handle that, that's on them. If you want to be a lawyer, be the best damn lawyer you can be."

I couldn't believe I actually had the balls to tell her that. It's just that, I feel different around Natalie. My heart beats really fast. I just want to hold her in my arms forever. She makes me think things no one has ever made me think before.

"Thanks, Dean", her soft voice said. "It really means a lot to me."

Her brown were searching for comfort. They begged me to kiss her, I could tell. Suzy always looks at me with that same gleam in her eye when she wanted a kiss.

I leaned in slowly. Her breath smelt like cinnamon. My favorite.

"What's going on?" asked a sleepy voice.

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A/N

I wanted to update once I got over 900 reads.

Which is about a hundred from 1K

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