Homecoming weekend

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Homecoming weekend was coming up, and it's not like any of us were looking forward to it. With everything that had been going on, things were wearing slowly on us. With the boys losing their grandfather and the lawsuit, things were just a mess.

After some convincing, we all went. Who knows, maybe it will take our mind off of things?

The girls and I went shopping and got dresses while the boys got their stuff together. All I wanted was one night of fun, at least. Is that too much to ask? Apparently, for everyone else, it was.

The night of homecoming, we all arrived, and I was feeling anxious. Nash looked at me. "Relax, let's just have a good time."

"Okay," I replied, feeling anxious.

I took a deep breath, and he led me onto the dance floor. He took me in his arms, and we started dancing. As we danced, we were enjoying ourselves when we heard someone yelling. We turned to see a girl charging towards us.

"Oh, hell no," Nixon said to the others as he ran over to the girl and grabbed her.

"Get your hands off of me, you turd!"

"You're lucky I'm even touching you, you stupid bitch," he yelled.

We watched as they fought, and I said, "Who is that?"

Nathan shot Nash a look as he turned and said, "No one, no one at all. Let's go over there." He guided me away as the girl broke free.

As she ran after us, Nathan stuck his foot out and tripped her. She faces planted on the floor.

"Oops, have a nice trip? See you next fall," he snickered.

She got up in a huff. "You're so going to pay for that. But first things first," she dusted herself off and charged after us.

As the others tried to keep her from me, Nash kept guiding me away. What in the world?

We made our way to Nixon. Nash said, "Get her out of here."

"We're trying. Do you know how hard it is to get slut out of here?"

"Then, get Jaime to do it."

"The dude refuses to touch her. Said that one time was a freaking nightmare and had to wash his dick for days," Nixon retorted.

I didn't even want to know.

The girl got loose then charged after me again. My eyes widened, and Nash picked me up and swung me out of the way. She went flying right into the punch bowl.

She groaned, and I would help her up when they stopped me. I fought them, and they did what they always did.

I sat in the car-bound and gagged in the back seat. Nash sat on one side, and Nixon sat on the other. Nathan and Noah looked at me from the front seat.

I looked at them.

"Now, be a good girl and sit there," Nathan said, making Noah snicker.

They started the car and pulled out. Why do I feel like this has happened before?

When we got back to the house, they carried me inside and set me down. Nixon ripped off the duct tape, "Ow!"

"Eh, you'll get over it," he shrugged. I shot him a glare.

"Is there a reason I am bound and gagged?" I asked, shoving my bound wrist at them.

"Well, we thought it would be great to help recreate a memory," Nixon reminded me.

"Yeah, a memory," Noah added enthusiastically.

I gave them a look.

"Well, you always said you wanted to have the experiences." Nathan shrugged.

"That's fantastic, now can you," I let it rip. I am taking everyone all by surprise.

"Wow, that is some colorful language," Noah said.

"God, I hope she is as dirty in the bedroom as she is with her mouth," Nixon commented.

Nash turned and looked at him.

"Just saying, brother," he shrugged.

"Untie me!" I finished.

Nash walked over, pulled out a knife, and flipped it open. I quickly pulled my hands back as I said, "Or not." Then I started hopping away.

"Where are you going?" Nash yelled after me.

"I know what you will do!"

"What's that?" He asked firmly.

"You will cut me up in little pieces," I yelled as I hopped away, causing the guys to laugh.

"I am not, you chicken!" He walked towards me as I hopped away. He caught me, and with two swift swipes, he cut the zip ties off. He closed the knife and put it back into his pocket.

I stood there and looked at him as he rolled his eyes at me. "Seriously? You honestly think I will hurt you?"

"Well, not at first, but you never know when someone will snap and turn into Leatherface and take a chainsaw to everyone," I said, waving my hand around.

"You watch way too many movies," he said with a sigh.

"Stranger things have happened. You ever hear about that guy that snaps and takes out his whole family?"

"No," he answered with a look.

"Well, neither do they, since they are dead," I told him.

"You make no sense," he countered.

"Neither do serial killers but look at their victims," I retorted.

"She's got the point," Nathan said.

"Fine, then I guess I will have to prove you wrong," he said as he swept me off my feet and carried me up the stairs.

"Nash! What are you doing?" I yelled at him.

"Showing you how much I truly love you," he countered as he carried me to our room and shut the door. From there, he showed his love over and over in different positions.

We finally collapsed after a while, and I laid on the bed, trying to catch my breath.

"So, does that help?" He asked me.

I turned and looked at him. "More than you know." I grinned, and he chuckled.

"Nash, who was that girl at the dance? Was she someone you dated?"

He looked at me, surprised. "Tiffany? Oh God, no, never in a million years would I subject myself to that atrocity."

"Oh," I said, confused.

"Mags, she is a troublemaker, and trust me, I didn't date anyone after you and I got together, even when you broke up with me," he reassured me.

"Oh," I said again.

He turned to his side and looked at me. "Trust me. I may have made some dumb mistakes, but going out with another girl while I was or wasn't with you, wasn't one of those."

"So, why were you so indecisive when you were with me? From what they told me, you told some girl you're a relationship in front of me. Why?"

He winced at that question. I wasn't mad. Just confused.

"Because my brain wasn't working properly, and I was stupid," he sighed.

"Do you still feel that way?"

"What? No," he admitted. He reached over and pulled me to him. "You are breaking up with me was the best thing you ever did. It made me realize how dumb I was being. Trust me; I got a lot of flack from everyone."

I looked at him, reaching up and running my hand through his hair. Nash looked into my eyes, which I loved his steel-grey eyes. His eyes hid so much behind them. It was a part of him he kept hidden from everyone. But to me, I saw it. That vulnerability that he tried to hide.

"What?" He searched my face for answers.

"There's so much about you; you never show to people." I studied him. "It's like a part of you is afraid if they see it, then they'll see all your secrets. What secrets does Nash Gray hide behind those beautiful steel-grey eyes of his?"

"I love you more than life itself."

"I think everyone knows that," I smiled.

"No, I mean that I love you so deeply that there are times I feel like my heart will explode. That sometimes it becomes too much, and I can't breathe."

I looked at him. I didn't know how he felt that way about me.

"But it's worse when I'm not with you. Not being able to touch you, hold you, talk to you. It's like I die inside when that happens. To me, love is engulfing. It consumes you to the point you need to get out but then realizes it's worse when you leave. You're the only one I have ever truly felt that way about, and it scared the hell out of me," he explained.

"And now?"

"I never want to deal with not having you. It's not something I want to live through again," Nash answered.

"Nash, I'm not going anywhere. There is no place I would rather be then here with you," I smiled.

He leaned down and crashed his lips against mine. He poured everything into that kiss. To me, that was love in every sense.

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