Just Nash and I.

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I wake up with a really bad headache.
I sit up and walk upstairs.
Nash is sitting at the table.
"Hey babe" he says with a smile.
"Hey" I say tiredly but still put a smile on my face.
"How are you?" He asks.
"Tireddd" I trail off.
"Whatcha wanna do today?" He asks.
"Sleep. Just kidding. Shopping?!" I say/ask.
"Okay. I just wanna spend the day with you." He says and smiles.
I smile back.
I kiss him on the cheek.
"When are we leaving?" He asks.
"An hour?" I say/ask.
"Sounds good" he smiles.
I walk downstairs to get ready. Nash follows me.
I check the weather an its 72 degrees outside.
"What should I wear, Nash?" I ask him.
He picks me out an outfit.
It's actually a good one.
An Obey sweatshirt, leggings, white shorts and mint green VANS.
"Its actually not bad" I say and kiss him.
I get in the shower.
I wash my hair, body and shave my legs and armpits.
I get out and put the outfit on that Nash picked out.
I walk out of the bathroom and Nash is ready.
I put my hair in a messy bun and throw on some mascara and eyeliner.
"Ready?" He asks.
I grab my wallet and phone.
"Yep. Got your keys? Your driving." I say and smile.
"I got em' " he says and rolls his eyes but smiles.
We walk upstairs and I grab the Cinnamon Toast Crunch from the cupboard.
"Now I'm set" I say and giggle.
He smiles.
We walk out the door and get into the car.

~Skip car ride~

We get to the mall and we both wanna go to Rue 21.
We walk in and I spot the cutest shirt. So I leave Nash and he goes his own way.
"Omg. I need this!" I say to myself.
"It would look good on you." I hear a voice to my left.
I look over and see a creepy man.
"Uhm thanks?" I grab the shirt and go find Nash.
I find Nash and tell him about the guy.
"Where is he?" He asks looking around.
"I don't know.." I trail off.
"I won't let him hurt you. Where do you wanna look?" He says/asks.
"I just wanna go to Starbucks now.." I say.
"You sure?" He asks.
"Yep" I reassure him.
We check out and head to Starbucks.
I see the man in a red old truck at the stop lights.
"Thats him! That's the guy!" I yell to Nash who's sitting right next to me in the car.
"Okay okay. I'll follow him" he says.

It's been about a half an hour and we're still following the guy.
"Nash where are we??" I ask.
"I'm not sure.." He says.
"Turn around" I say.
"Maybe I shouldn't.." He trails off.
"Why not?" I ask suspiciously.
"Because he seen you in the car and if we turn around now he might follow us back to the house.." He says.
"We'll just go back to Starbucks. Please, Nash. He's creepy." I say.
"I know. Alright I'll turn around." He says.
He looks back to see if there's any cars.
He makes a U turn and we keep on driving.
"Where are we now?" I ask.
"I'm still not sure.." He says.
I sigh.
"I'm scared" I say with a tear.
It's getting really dark.

We've been driving forever.
Finally we see lights! But they definitely aren't familiar.
"Did you make a wrong turn?" I ask.
"I don't know but that doesn't matter. There's lights. We'll stop somewhere. Wherever we can." He says.
"Alright.." I trail off.

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