With open arms (a Nash Grier fanfiction)

With open arms (a Nash Grier fanfiction)

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication ven., juin 5, 2015
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I looked at him while he looked into the sky at the sun that was about to set for the days end. "Its so beautiful" he said with a raspy voice. He finally looked at me when I was getting ready to turn my head and admire it myself. "I've seen more beautiful though" and leaned toward me. My name is Niki Thompson and I live in California. Just to give you a description I have long strawberry blonde hair with highlights naturally from the sun since I surf the majority of my time. I have freckles that scatter my face that people call cute which is a problem for me because I don't like them and I don't take compliments well. The last thing is that i have green eyes, I'm pretty short to be the age of 16 but I am and I am also best friends with Nash Grier and this is our story of what happens as we get older and he gets more famous.
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This book is rated R. Please proceed with caution. This is the more raunchy version of the book. *** We stand in silence, as I sip my water, and he watches me do it. Finally, he breaks the silence. "I'm sorry if I... offended you by sleeping in your bed last night. This morning. Whatever." "It's fine. You didn't do anything." He nods, his eyes far away, as if thinking of how to word his views. "I didn't do anything... but I wanted to. I wanted to so badly." I nearly choke on my water. I don't know what's worse; his confession, or how nonchalantly he says it, as if he's reading the weather. "Come again?" I say, thinking that I must have heard him wrong. He shrugs. "I want to f*ck you." Again, he is as nonchalant as ever. I just stare stupidly, my mouth agape. He closes my mouth, grinning at me, wicked intentions in his eyes. Not so nonchalant anymore, I see. "Um, I-I...I don't..." I stop talking, realising what a total idiot I sound like, while his grin broadens. In that second, I am grateful for my dark skin, as he can't see me blushing. "Tongue-tied?" My cheeks get hotter. "Shut the f*ck up." He actually laughs. "Don't worry, honey," he says, his hot breath brushing against my face, shocking me. When did he get this close? "One day," he whispers, now in my ear,"I will f*ck you." I realise that my eyes are closed and I open them. He's gone. I stand there frozen, in total shock. What the actual f*ck just happened? *** When all you know is disappointment, you become your own best friend. You isolate yourself from everyone else. You need no one; love is a weakness. That's the case with me. Then, Prince Charming rides in and changes everything. Except, he isn't a prince. He is light, but he holds darkness; he is joy, but he knows pain; he is beauty, but within him is imperfection and ugliness. He is just like me, but he is nothing like me.

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