Blue Eyes (Nash Grier Fanfic)

Chapter; 1

Before you guys read the story, I am going to tell you a little bit about Bella, so you can visualize what she looks like. Bella has brown hair up to her waist, she's tan, she is 15 years old, she has green eyes, she is short and has all of the features a guy likes. (i'm jealous btw) So here ya go!

>Bella's POV<

I wake up to the dreadful sound of my alarm clock. It's currently 5:00, time for high school. I get up and walk to my bathroom. Thank god that it is in my room, because if it wasn't I would probably fall asleep on the way there. I somehow manage to take a shower every single morning. I undress and hop into my shower. I think of the vine where Nash Grier sleeps in his shower with a pillow, which brings a smile to my face. I really love him. He makes me smile every day. He is really the reason I am still here on this Earth. I wash my hair with shampoo and after that, I condition it. It takes a while, but I get it done. I hop out and drape a towel over my body. I take the towel off of me and dry my hair a little bit with the same towel. I go to my closet and pick out an outfit. I decide to wear black shorts with golden studs on them and a short sleeved white button down shirt. I tuck in the shirt and head to my bathroom again to do my hair and makeup. I blow dry my hair and start to curl it. Once I'm finsihed with that, I start my makeup. I put on a little bit of concealer and foundation, because I don't have any acne. I put on some neutral colored eye shadow and some eyeliner. I wing it out, to add a dash of flare to my look. I finsih my makeup by adding some powder and mascara. I then brush my teeth. I walk out of my bathroom and grab my phone. I check the time, it's 6:20. I have like 20 minutes to make myself breakfast and check my phone.

I walk downstairs with my phone in my right hand and my left on the railing. I get to my kitchen and grab some bananas, strawberries, yogurt, a tiny bit of sugar and milk and some ice. If you have guessed it, I'm making myself a smoothie. I throw everything together and bled it up. Once it's one, I pour it into my tumblr portable cup. I find my floral backpack and throw it over my shoulder and grab my phone. I go on twitter to see Nash Grier's tweets. They always manage to make me smile. But, the smile comes right off of my face when I think about how he wouldn't want to date a fan. Especially me, since he lives in California and I live in Ohio. It would never happen, and that makes me sad. I get a nonification saying that Nash tweeted. I tap it so it shows what it says. It says:

@Nashgrier: I love you guys so much💘

My smile is from on ear to the other. I love his tweets like that.

"AYE YO DOM GET YO ASS DOWN HERE!" I shout to my brother. He's 17 years old, and my ride to school.

''SHUT UP DIVA I'M COMING" He screams. We are home alone, that's why we don't care about anyone hearing us. Our parents own this big company, and they leave really early in the morning. I see Dom coming down the stairs. He is wearing a white vans t-shirt and tan khakis with a red beanie and red vans. He also gave himself a quiff, which looks fine. I could've done way better for him.

"You are lookin' spiffy. You should've had me do your quiff though." I tell him.

"Shut the fuck up." He says laughing.

"Aye you didn't make me a smoothie? Bitch!" Dom says.

"You never asked." I say all full of sass.

"Fine then. I'll stop at Starbucks. But I'm not getting you anything."

"NOOO PLEASE PLEASE I'M SO SORRY YOU'RE THE BEST BROTHER EVER!" I say.

"Fine. But you do the dishes." He says, pointing to the moutain of dishes in the sink.

"Ugghh, fine. Let's gooo." I say, walking out of the house. We both get into his car and go to Starbucks.

"Whatchu want girlllll." He asks.