She wasn't perfect. He wasn't perfect. And their relationship sure as hell wasn't perfect. So why did it seem to work so well?
~ this is rly bad and i suggest you don't read it. i was like 12 when i wrote this ~
My foot tapped quickly on the foot. My jaw was clenched as I fiddled with my fingers.
"Damn Dallas, I've never seen you so worked up about a girl." Nash said his bright blue eyes fixed strictly on me.
"She's not just any girl, Nash." I said sighing.
"You haven't even met her yet." Nash chuckled. I looked him right in the eyes and froze.
"Exactly." I said blankly.