Small town, Big city✔️

New Orleans

"What ever." Carr said shoveling panckaes into his mouth. Ethan and Grayson where hugged up at the end of the table. "So, what's up for today?" Hayley asked. "I have no idea." I said pouring myself a cup of coffee. "Well, looks like all of you have slept well." Nash's mom entered the kitchen."Thank you, darling." she said swiping my coffee. "I'm off to the market." she said. "We'll come." Ethan and Grayson shouted. "Well, come on then." she said. The three of them left waving good bye. "So, no body has any ideas." Hayley whinned. " No." I said grogaly pouring myself another cup of coffee. "Is she gone?" Nash asked peering his head around the door frame. "She's you're mom. But yeah." Scott yawned. "Alrighty then, whose up for some serious fun." Nash said entering the kitchen. "Well, what did you have in mind?" Hayley asked. Nash wasn't the best planner, he just had ideas. "There's the usual tourist attractions and the city beneath the city." he said. "I tought we were in New Orleans, not Paris." Scott chimmed in.

"We always could just split up and hang out tonight." he said. "That should be okay." Hayley looked at me. She was waiting for my approval. "I don't care." I said. "You never care, unless you're walking distance from a recodr store." Scott joked. It was accually true, which made my laugh a little. "Well, it's settled then. Separate ways, it is." Nash walked over to me. "I about I take you to my favorite place in the city?" he asked me. "All I want to to finsih my coffee." I stared at him. "We've got to go get my sister, too." he said. "Favorite place, then sister." I said gulping down the rest of my coffee.

While everyone else was getting ready, I took a nap in the guest house. "Egyptian cotton." I heard Nash said as I rubbed my face against the warm sheets. "I'm sleeping." I said throwing the blankets over my face. "You told me you were getting ready." he sat on the opposite edge of the bed causing me to slide over. "Unfourtunately, the guest house is not my favorite place in the city." he said pulling the blankets down from over my face. "Why are you being so mean me?" I whined. "No one is being mean to you." said Nash.

After a half hour, Nash coaxed me to get dressed. "I really don't understand what's wrong with you?" asked Nash, who was watching sports center. "I'm just afraid of your mom. I think she hates me." I said pulling my hair into a ponytail. "She doesn't hate you, she's just like that." Nash informed me. "But Braxton is nothing like her." He said. "Braxton?" I was totally confused. "Your name's Maverick!" He laughed.

We jumped in the truck, "Hold on, what are you doing?" asked Nash. Unfortunately, I jumped in the driver's seat. "Sorry, bad habit." I said getting out of the truck. Getting back in the truck, I control the radio. And of course, I had to sing with the Police. "Roxanne!" "Please, I love you and Sting. But for the love of Rock & Roll, stop singing." Nash pleaded. I continued my assault on his eardrums. "I will not tell you where we're going." He said, trying to talk over me and the melodic notes of Freddie Mercury. "The pier! We're going to the pier!" Nash exploded. "I thought you ado you weren't going to tell me?" I asked him. "I didn't say which pier." He winked at me. I decided to take my victory and just sit quietly for the rest of the ride.

"So how did Richie Rich really end up in Hillbilly Hell?" I finally spoke. "You don't want to know that!" He laughed. "Nash, come on. It's driving you crazy just being here." I said. We breaked at the light. Nash looked around at the busy streets like he was seeing ghosts. "I caused my usual brand of havoc and chaos." He said. "So they shipped you away?" I asked. "Pretty much." He said. "So, when did you really move to Wangler Pointe?" I asked. "When I was eleven." said Nash. "Then why did I see you every summer? I asked.

"My grandad lived there, I hung out with him over the summer." He said making a turn down a deserted alley way. "I know that, I'm not the smartest but I really do think you need to have water to have a pier." I said trying to figure out where we were. "This is the pier!" Nash jumped out the truck, I followed him. We entered a building at the end of the alley.

It was a cluttered mess in the front. "Sorry about the mess." He said shifting things out of the way. "The pier, is really an abandoned building." I said. Nash ran his hands through his hair, "It's it just a building. It's where I've always come to blow off steam and think." He said as we came to a clearing in the room. I looked around, "So, this is where the bad ass was born?" I wondered. I walked around the clear circle. I glanced at the ground. There was a vast chalk painting drawn on it. "It's probably the second most beautiful thing I've ever seen." Nash said. It was a chalk mural of the New York skyline.

"You're really good you know." I said to him. He just looked at me, "I'm not that good." He said. "Come on, you're as good or even better than anyone I've seen. Just apply to art school." I said. "You think this is that good, then you'll love this!" He lead me off to another area. In the center of this one, a sculpture of a girl. "It's beautiful." I said. "Yeah, it's my latest." Nash said picking up a pad and pencil. He started to sketch me. I turned away, "Hey, I need a model, and I couldn't think of a better." he said lifting my chin.

"Fine." I exhaluled. I sat down on a stool as he sketched me. It didn't take long, but we spent hours at the 'pier'. It was probably the most fun I have ever had being a model.