Girl Meets Boy

Chapter Thirty Three - What happens in the night time

Nash and I were squished tightly together thanks to the tiniest tent in the universe, I didn't mind,obviously.

"You still awake?" Nash whispered into my ear, his closeness made butterflies fly in my stomach.

"I am indeed, I can't sleep." We'd even laying in silence for twenty minutes but it felt like days, I hate needing sleep but not quite managing to do it.

"Good, well not for you, but for me." He stuttered, he swore under his breath so quietly that I almost didn't hear, he always got super nervous when it was just me and him together, I hid my smile under the covers, he was too adorable for words when he was embarrassed.

"Can we talk for a bit? I don't think I'm gonna be able to sleep for a while..." An excited smile played on his lips at hearing my words.

"Of course!" He exclaimed, his eyes wide and bright, his pushed his floppy hair from his face In a pointless attempt to stop it poking up, as I said it was completely pointless. "Was Ally telling the truth earlier? About the truth game?"

Shit. I felt colour use to my cheeks and sunk half my face under the blankets, only letting my eyes be in his view. "Can we just forget it?"

"What? No! I want to know!" He squealed, looking like a child about to throw a tantrum. "C'mon Millie,please tell me!" He grabbed my hand, he didn't seem to notice he'd done it. I did. My heart did gymnastics at his touch.

"Why'd you wanna know so bad?"

"Why don't you want to tell me?"

"I asked first." I replied stubbornly.

He huffed out a long breath. "I wanted to know so I know where we stand." He said quietly, looking extremely embarrassed and staring down at our entwined fingers.

I sat there speechless, like the total idiot I am. Nash obviously felt too uncomfortable to just sit there and awkwardly shuffled to his feet,muttering to me about getting some fresh air and he'd be back in a minute. It took me all of two seconds to realise Nash had basically just told me he liked me, I had made him feel stupid for saying it by staring at him like an idiot and that Allison would most likely kick me out of the country if she found out I didn't follow the boy who had just left our tent. I hurried out of the tent, not caring that I was still only wearing underwear and Nash's vest, not caring that the branches were ripping my skin to shred and not caring that I ripped the tent a little in all the fuss if leaving it, (although Nash probably would).

I couldn't believe he could walk so far as he had, his legs were obviously a hell of a lot longer that I'd noticed. I rushed up behind him, breathing heavily and definitely looking like an ogre.

"Nash slow down, man you're fast." I exhaled. Leaning back against the tree as I tried to catch my breath.

"Erm,what are you doing here? Did you follow me?" He looked completely dumbfounded by my bizarre appearance, not that I could blame him. "I think that tops a little too big for you." He mentioned on the end, making a big deal of looking into the forest rather than at me. I looked down at myself, great. The vest had fallen during my journey after him and was now giving the world a clear viewing of my cleavage.

"Oh yeah,thanks." I said, tugging the top up hurriedly, "and yes, I followed you here, did you really have to walk into the middle of the freaking forest?" I demanded, gesturing at the crowd of trees surrounding us.

He completely ignored my question and replaced it with his own. "Why did you follow me, exactly?"

I took in a deep breath and mentally prepared myself to completely and utterly embarrass myself, which I knew of course would happen. My confession spilled out of my lips messily, I hadn't prepared for this an I'm surprised he even understood what I was trying to say because I sure didn't.

"I followed you because I was a wimp in the tent and didn't say what I wanted to say because I was too busy staring at your pretty face and trying to acknowledge your pretty words and i couldn't because you sometimes fog up my brain and I can't think properly, like back then. I followed you because even though you can be an ass, like lying about me and flirting with barbie girls, I actually really like you and think your adorable and I didn't want you to leave me, especially not when I acted stupidly so you'd think I was not interested in you, I am by the way. I now realise that you might not have meant to sound like you were into me or whatever but I thought you should know that, I like you, like a lot and I don't care if you don't like me back because it doesn't change my-"

I was interrupted my his lips on mine, I was completely confused by the whole situation that I didn't really understand what was happening at first. Then, it hit me all at one and I did a mental scream, I was kissing Nash Grier. NASH GRIER. He crushed his lips to mine and lifted my legs so they wrapped around his torso and my back was pressed against the tree trunk. I couldn't get over the revelation of him kissing me, I was so confused and happy and relieved and excited that I was pretty sure the feeling would explode from inside of me. Suddenly, he stopped kissing me, I was a little disappointed, I wouldn't mind continuing the whole kissing buisness, I was rather I jotting it infact.

He rested his forehead against me, still holding my thighs around his waist so that I was basically sitting in mid air. "You sound so bloody English when you say ass." He smiled, looking at me with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Sorry, but in case you hadn't noticed, I do come from England." I replied with an eye roll and my own smile.

"Don't be sorry, it's adorable." He sighed and reluctantly dropped my legs so that we could walk back to the tents. We headed back through the woods towards the tents, he grabbed my hand almost possessively as we walked, holding my little fingers in his big ones.

We snuck back into the tent and I heard him groan as he saw the rip, but he said nothing as he snuggled beside me, gingerly kissing my lips as we fell asleep wrapped up in each other's arms.