gladly ^-^ 

Soon after I’d ended my conversation with Nash, I fell asleep. I woke up once to a nurse asking how I was doing, and saying that I’d be released in the morning if everything was doing all right. I went back to sleep with a smile on my face. 

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I awoke to the face of the man I loved staring at my worriedly. When he saw I was awake, Nash’s whole face lit up. He reached over and brushed a piece of my hair out of my eyes.

“Hey,” I smiled lightly. He smiled and shook his head.

“I am so sorry……” 

“Shhhhh,” I propped myself up until my lips met his. When our gentle kiss broke, he informed me that the doctor said I could go home as soon as I woke up. I didn’t know where “home” was supposed to be. After tour was over, I was supposed to go to LA and stay with the guys for the rest of the summer. Nash told me that the rest of my band had left that morning when he’d gotten there. I informed Nash that him and I would have to go back to Santa Cruz to get my car, since the guys had taken the van. That would involve us taking a taxi all the way back to Santa Cruz, and I worried about the cost, but of course Nash was never tight on money so he told me not to fret. 

Soon enough, we were headed down the coast in my old mini cooper that I’d had since high school. When we were well on our way, Nash pulled into a rest stop at the side of the road with a beautiful view of the ocean. He turned to face me. 

“I want to apologize for the other day….” He started, but before he could finish, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him towards me. I would have crawled over to him but the cast on my leg prevented me from doing so. 

Once our faces were inches away from each other, I whispered, “Don’t,” with a smile on my face before our lips met. I barely had a chance to even kiss him, though, before he pulled back and opened the car door. Nash made his way to my side of the car and helped me out. I smelt the familiar smell of the ocean as the salty breeze washed over me. Nash grabbed a blanket from the trunk of my car and took my hand and pulled me down narrow wooden steps leading down to a small stretch of sand. Once we’d made it to the beach, Nash spread the blanket out on the sand and carefully lowered me onto the ground, taking care not to bump my leg. 

He gently ran his fingers through my hair and and pressed his face to mine. Nash was being as careful as possible as he kissed me. I felt his fingers drawing patterns across my stomach and back under my shirt, and making their way up to my chest. He hadn’t shaved in a while, and his slight stubble dug into my cheek, but I didn’t mind. Nash eased my light pink lace shirt over my head, so that all I was left wearing was my dark blue bandeau and faded shorts. I gripped the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it off of him. Just as we were starting to get more intimate, we heard voices coming from the direction of where we’d left the car. Before we knew it, a family with several small children were making their way down the stairs to the beach. When we noticed them, Nash grabbed my hands and pulled me up. We took off as fast as we could run— well, as fast as I could run with a huge cast on my leg— down the beach with the blanket we were laying on and our clothes held up in the air like flags and drifting behind us as we ran. We came to another set of stairs leading up to the rest stop where my car was. Instead of heading back, we walked a ways and found ourselves on a much more private beach.

Nash pulled me into his arms and reached down to the belt loop on my shorts and slid his finger into one and gently pulled me closer to him. I tilted my head up and pressed my lips to his. He kissed me back, carefully at first, but soon he forgot that I was injured and quickly unbuttoned my shorts and pushed me to the blanket laying on the sand. I pulled on his dark blue jeans until they came off, and before I knew it, it was just our naked bodies pressed against each other. Nash rubbed his hand against the back of my leg—the one that wasn’t broken—and I brought it up to wrap around his waist. His dick had gone completely stiff, and I ran my fingers across it. He let out a moan of pleasure, and pressed his hand that wasn’t holding my leg firmly against my hip bone. I guided him into me. By then, I was more used to the feel of him and it didn’t hurt as bad as our first time together—he was far more bigger than any other guy I’d slept with—but it still made me gasp a bit. 

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” He breathed into my ear.

“No, no! Keep……going…..” I gasped again.

Nash wrapped his arms around me and pulled me even closer towards him and he pushed further. 

“More….” I let out a ragged whisper and finally he was all the way in. We rolled over so that I was on top of him, and he positioned himself so that he was sitting up straight and my legs were wrapped around him. He began kissing my neck and slowly making his way down. Eventually, Nash was sucking on one of my breasts and squeezing the other one. My eyes fluttered shut and I let out a moan. We went on for hours, but once we noticed that the sun was going down we knew we had to leave. 

Reluctantly, we helped each other back into our clothes and headed back to my car. 

I collapsed into the passenger seat, smiling as Nash started the engine. Soon enough, we were back to cruising down the highway.

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shiiiiitttt guys sorry there’s no new chapter…….um…..well i’ve managed to find a new obsession……and i’ve pretty much just been sitting here all week watching movies………because of my new obsession……sooooo. imma write now. hopefully i’ll post soon (; xoxo

whoops i said i’d post another chapter…….um…..well…..i got sidetracked…..and then i well i got sidetracked from being sidetracked……and then 2am came along and i wanted to watch a movie………so i did…….and now it’s 5am and still no new chapter……soooo……im gonna sleep till like idk like 2 lol whoops and then write some more and then post hopefully by 3 or 4. but, if it’s obvious, i get distracted really easily lol well yeah guys omg it’s 5am and i’m not even tired shiiit okay lol bye

Red. That’s all I saw. Red roses blooming. A red room. Red blood covering my arms and legs. A red car racing down street. 

I shot up out of the deep slumber I was in. The room I was in was white, not red. I could smell the all too familiar smell of a hospital. My jaw dropped and before I knew it, I was begging the nearest person to let me out. 

Mark had been asleep in a chair next to my bed and woke with a start when I started yelling. Something must have gone off alerting a nurse I was awake, because a women in light blue scrubs had come in and was trying to comfort me. 

I was hysterical. I reached to pull out the IV in my arm, and thrashed around like crazy to try to get out. The nurse was calling for help, and as quick as I’d woken up, I was unconscious again. 

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When I began regaining consciousness again, it was slow, unlike last time. It gave me time to think. The last thing I’d remembered was falling and then a red car coming. Did it hit me? Was that why I was in the hospital? Why on earth would they put me in the hospital?? Nash should have told them how much it scared me…… Nash. Where was he? My memory was foggy, but suddenly an image of him yelling at me came to me. I gasped, which caught the attention of John, who I realized had replaced Mark by my bedside. 

“Jasmine? You doing okay?” He asked softly. 

I shook my head and tried to sit up, but I realized I couldn’t because strong pieces of fabric bound my arms to the bed. “No, I’m not okay. Can I please get out of here?” I figured that would be a better approach than my initial response. 

“I don’t think that’d be too great of an idea…..” he said cautiously. “Your leg is pretty fucked up.” 

I glanced down, but couldn’t anything because of the sheets covering me. I could tell, though, that my left leg had some sort of cast around it. I tried wiggling my toes, but it hurt too bad. At least it’s not paralyzed, I told myself. 

“What about tour?” I asked, slightly worried that either the last few dates had been postponed, or Hot Chelle Rae would have had to carry on without us. 

“It’s still going. Without us, though, obviously.” When he saw the look on my face he shook his head. “Don’t you dare act like this is your fault. It isn’t. And it’s only three shows. None of us care. We’re way more concerned with your health.” He remembered something, and reached behind him. “Oh, these are for you.” He brought a vase of roses into my sight. “From Nash.” There was a note on the vase that he handed to me.

I was nervous about what I was about to read, but I wanted to hear from him more than anything. I wasn’t able to hold onto the note though, because I was still tied by my wrists down to the bed. John quickly called a nurse in and convinced her that I was calm enough to be unbound. 

Once I was able to, I began to read the note that Nash had left me. 

Jazzy. I am so sorry. I honestly don’t expect you to forgive me. I talked to your friend and he explained everything. I was an asshole. This is all my fault. I should be explaining this to you in person, but our TM wouldn’t let me stay behind. I love you, but after the way I acted, I doubt the feeling is mutual. I just wanted to apologize. I hope you get better soon. 

-Nash

I pressed the small piece of paper to my chest. Oh, my god. 

“Can I borrow your phone?” I looked over at John. 

“Yeah, yeah!” He fished it out of his pocket. As soon as it was in my hands, I pushed in the digits in Nash’s phone number.

He picked up after one ring, “Hello??” 

“Hi. It’s Jasmine.”

“Oh, god, Jasmine! Are you okay?” I could hear the relief in his voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little sore,” I smiled, though he couldn’t see. 

“That’s great! Look, I am so sorry. It’s all my—”

I cut him off, “No. It is not all your fault. I slipped and fell. It probably would have happened no matter what the circumstances were.” 

“I shouldn’t have freaked out at you like that.” I said nothing to that. “Tour ends tonight. I’m gonna fly up to San Fran tomorrow morning to see you.” He paused, “I mean….if you’re okay with it.” 

“Of course! And, Nash, I’m sorry. I should have at least told you about Kyle. Or made more of an effort to keep him from kissing me.” 

“No, stop. I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

I nodded, and then realized he couldn’t it see so I whispered an affirmative and hung up the phone.

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eeek sorry it was so short. more to come tonight :——-) 

so i’ve pretty much just been sitting here writing anddddd i have a chapter and a half ish so tomorrow morning (and by morning i mean once i wake up which is like 1:00pm ngl) i’ll post the next chapter weeeeeee :D

haha thanks (: 

*bows* (;

haha well, at least you’ll definitely read the next chapter now xD 

The next few weeks went by so fast that they felt like they’d never happened. It was pretty much just the same drill everyday. Same as before, but a little different now that I had Nash. I mean, it’s not like we didn’t already spend almost every second together in the first place, but now that we were….whatever we were……it seemed like he never left my side. Which was fine by me. I found myself spending more and more time on Hot Chelle Rae’s bus, rather than in my own band’s van. Nobody really minded much. The guys in my band liked having a break from a girl always being there, making them clean up some mess or another, and since I’d been friend’s with Nash so long, Ryan, Jamie, Ian and the rest of their crew already knew me really well. Even though we were completely open about our relationship with our friends, Nash thought it’d be for the best to not let any of the fans know. I didn’t understand what difference it would make, but he insisted that even girls he wasn’t dating had gotten death threats for just being close friends with him, and he wasn’t going to risk it with me considering how “fragile” I already was. So, we kept up the sibling-like, best friends relationship when anyone who might recognize him was around. 

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The tour was going completely great. We had a few more dates left, which, conveniently for me and my band, were in California. My tiny band called Freefall consisted of myself, the singer, John, who played bass, Alex, who played guitar, Nick, who played keyboard, and Mark, who played drums. All the guys resided in Los Angeles, and I lived in Santa Cruz, where I went to school. I was planing on moving down to LA to live with them once I graduated, so we wouldn’t have to worry about me driving all the way down all the time. So, anyways, the last three shows of the tour were San Francisco, which was close to where I lived, LA, and then San Diego. Perfect for us. Well, it seemed perfect at first.

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We had a morning off in San Francisco, which I spent by myself, wandering around the city. It would have been fine, I told myself, if I had stayed at the venue with the guys, but no.

As soon as I walked out of a store I’d been looking around, I ran right into someone. Literally. 

“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry!” I steadied myself and looked up at the face that I soon placed as Kyle, the guy I’d ran into in the woods. 

“Well, well, well. This definitely isn’t the first time you’ve ran right into me.” I felt a light blush forming on my cheeks. 

“Yeah, I guess not….” 

“Hey, we never ended up hanging out! How have you been? Do you wanna go get some coffee or something?” I noticed that he sounded more professional than the last time I’d seen him, and he was wearing a suit. 

I said that was okay, and we headed to a Starbucks down the street. 

We exchanged stories about our summers, with me being very careful to leave out anything about Nash, just incase. He told me about an internship he got at some big bank or whatever. I told him about tour. It seemed like we’d only been talking for a few minutes, but I guess it had actually been a few hours. I glanced at my phone and saw that I had to be back at the venue in an hour. 

“Oh, god! I really have to go!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah, of course!” He stood up and walked out with me. “Look, we really should hang out again. Soon.” It had started raining lightly outside. “You seem like a really interesting girl and I’d love to get to know you more.” 

Before I could say anything in response, he leaned towards me and touched his lips to mine. I was shocked at first, and almost pulled back, until I noticed that his hand was pressed against my neck so I couldn’t. Slowly, I let my lips melt against his. It was nothing like Nash, but Kyle wasn’t all that bad of a kisser. It had started raining harder. I parted my lips in attempt to tell him to get off of me, but he took that as an initiative to put his tongue in my mouth. 

“UGH.” I finally got his attention and he backed up, but only because I’d firmly pressed my hands to his chest and pushed him away from me. I looked at the street behind him, embarrassed.  Just in time to see Nash’s disapproving face over his shoulder, shaking his head slowly, his mouth open in disbelief. 

I forgot about Kyle and chased after Nash. He’d already started making his way down the busy street, but I was smaller and able to weave my way through the crowd better so his head start didn’t matter. 

“Nash,” I said, but he kept walking. “Nash,” my voice has risen, and I grabbed ahold of his arm. Just to have him shake me off. I should have given up, and I almost did, but I used the last bits of strength I had before breaking down to tightly grip his shoulder in my hand and turn him to face me. 

I barely noticed the tears streaking his face, what with the downpour of rain falling down on us. But I did notice. I reached out to hug him, but he stepped away. Soon, the crowded street we were on became just us, as the rain caused everyone to run inside. Nash wasn’t one to cry. I knew I’d hurt him. Really bad. 

“I should never have trusted you. I thought you’d be worried about trusting me, but no. I should have been worried about you.” His voice was rising.

I began to say something, to explain myself, but he cut me off.

“Dammit, Jasmine. Who was he? Your boyfriend? Were you planning on just going back him and pretending like nothing ever happened between us?” He was yelling now. 

I quickly shook my head, and willed my eyes to meet his. He immediately turned away. “I can’t even look at you. You’re a disgusting whore. Why did I even think you’d love me?” He spun around in a slow circle and yelled at the sky, “Why the fuck did I think you’d love me??” 

“Nash,” I said in a quite voice. He was scaring the shit out of me. He’d never acted like this before. Tears were openly streaming down my face, no matter how hard I tried to hold them back. 

“What???” He spun to face me so suddenly that I lost my footing on the slick sidewalk and fell, feet first luckily, onto the street. Just as a bright red car sped by. 

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well shit. sorry it took so long for this. um. what do y’all think is gonna happen next?? feedback would be appreciated. <3