Beautiful Minds (NG)

Chapter Twenty Two

*EL'S POV*

I wake up with a headache and a numb arm.

I try to lift it up and get the blood moving, but it's too heavy. I end up using my other hand to lift it in the air, moving it around.

I sigh and sit up, groaning at the black cast on my arm.

2 weeks El. 2 weeks.

I stand up and walk into the bathroom, putting the bag over the cast so it doesn't get wet.

How am I going to wash my hair?

I would just spend an hour doing it myself but I'm lazy. So I put on a bikini and walk into the room, where Nash was walking around aimlessly, running a hand through his hair.

"Babe?"

"Yea- woah why are you in a bikini I mean not complaining but." He smiles at me.

"This sounds really lame but will you help me wash my hair?"

"Of course." He says, hugging me quickly and disappearing into the closet.

I walk in behind him, waiting for him to finish changing into shorts.

"Nice butt." I say laughing.

He whips around and glares at me.

I shrug my shoulders and step into the shower. Nash gets in and closes the door behind him, stepping in front of me and resting his chin on my head.

"Thanks." I say, hugging him.

"Anything for my girl."

I blush and look down before looking up at him. He smiles and turns me around, wetting my hair and getting the shampoo.

I close my eyes and focus on my life. People playing with my hair is my weakness.

"El."

"What." I jump slightly, turning around.

"I finished, are you ok?"

"Yeah I just zoned out."

I step out of the way of the stream of water and watch him wash his hair.

I take my loofa and put soap on it, rubbing it over my stomach. I drop it and groan, bending down to grab it.

Nash beats me and starts washing my back.

"We should do this more often." I say, giggling.

"Yeah but without bathing suits on."

I roll my eyes.

"Horny as always."

*ISABELLA'S POV*

"Taylor get your butt out of the bathroom!" I yell, banging on the door.

"I'm shitting."

"I'm gonna puke!"

The door opens to reveal Taylor standing there, doing his hair.

"Asshole." I laugh slightly, only to be stopped by a heat in the back of my throat.

I rush to the toilet and let it out, getting it in my hair of course.

"Oh babe I thought you were joking." He says, standing behind me and pulling my hair out of my face.

"I think I have the flu."

"No duh."

He wraps an arm around me, gently rubbing my stomach.

I throw up again, and he lightly kisses my cheek, leaving and returning with a bucket and a cloth.