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VIII. The Moment I Faced My Greatest Fear To Be Closer To Her

A/N: This chapter is one of my favorites so far to write. A LOT of funny moments in it. Like I said, I love writing from Nate's POV, he's got an amazing sense of humor and personality. ^_^

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VIII. The Moment I Faced My Greatest Fear To Be Closer To Her

Surprisingly the girls weren't grounded as long as I assumed they would be. Then again, I'm sure with Bex, Mike didn't want to ground his daughter too long since her birthday is in less than a week.

Knowing it would break his baby girl's heart, considering a girl only turns sixteen once, he caved as usual and she only got a weeks worth of grounding. Trust me though, she worked her ass off to get back in her dads, her grandparents, even Mom's good graces.

This week of not being able to see her as much as I would've liked to has got me thinking about things I would've never before. One thing in particular is hair.

Yeah I know—hair. What the fuck, of all things right?

Well you see, I'll use the excuse that I'm currently sitting on my sister's bed watching her at her vanity as she braids her long hair into a braided ponytail. I've watched her mess around with her hair so many times throughout the years but for some reason today, I'm finding my self intrigued with it. Not her hair—but the braid itself.

Hmm, I wonder if Bex likes her hair braided?

That's when a brilliant idea forms in my head, well, at least I think it's a brilliant idea. I'm sure if I ran it by Ford right now he'd agree. Then again, he's a guy like me so what the hell does he really know?

"Hey Heather, is that hard to do?" I blurt out as I ram-rod up from my slouched position.

"Is what hard to do?" she turns her body a fraction so she can glare at me in the reflection of her mirror.

"That braiding shit you're doing with your hair. Is it hard to do?" I grunt as I climb off her bright green comforter covered twin bed.

God please don't let this girl be difficult. I just asked a simple question and I need some serious patience to deal with her right now. I've got a plan in my head and I desperately want to follow through with it. So God help me that Heather doesn't blow the last fuse I have right now.

"Well, well, well—is there something you're trying to tell your little sister Nathan?" she drops her hands and turns around on her bench to face me. Crossing her arms over her chest, she raises a curious brow at me.

"No Heather, I'm not. I just wanted to know. I wanted to know so that way you can teach me..." I groan, running my hand over my face with irritation lurking in my voice.

When I lower my hand and glare at her, Heather is blinking at me with her mouth agape. I think I can see a gnat invading it right now as she finally shuts it and shakes her head.

"Why do you want to learn how to braid hair?" she eyes me warily as she stands from the bench.

"Oh you know, I figured it would be a new technique to pick up on chicks. Chicks love it when we play with their hair...right?" I shrug, shoving my hands in my pockets. Nice save Nate!

Heather puts a hand over her mouth, muffling a laugh before rolling her eyes. "Sure Nate, we totally love that shit."

"But why do you even need this technique? You have no problem getting a girl on your arm. You literally can walk into a room and have your choice of willingly participants, from what I've heard," she scrunches her nose at the thought, making a gagging noise. I roll my eyes and lay my head back, looking up at the ceiling.