Is It Love?

Hi. My name is Stefanie and I'm 16 years old. A trip to an event named Magcon changed my life. You're probably thinking, "Yeah yeah.. Read a story like this before. She meets Nash Grier. Blah blah blah, they fall in love." This story is a little out of the ordinary. Read now to find out the big question. Is it love?


8. Chapter 7

Chapter 7

We kissed. And I actually felt something. I mean, he's my boyfriend now anyway. We laid down on the blanket and stared up at the sky. It was getting late and the stars were coming out. It was beautiful. I was holding Nash's hand. "What are people going to say now that I'm dating you?" I asked. He told me that some people are going to like me and others... Well, they will hate me. I sat up. "Maybe we should leave now." I said. He looked at me and pulled my head to his. Our foreheads touched and then our lips touched. I forgot about everything. Soon enough, I fell asleep.

-In The Morning-

I woke up and Nash was hugging me. We were still at the lake and it was 6:00 AM. I sat up. Oh my gosh! We slept here! My parents are going to kill me! I starting shaking Nash for him to wake up. "Nash. Wake up. We have to leave and you have to drive me home. My parents are probably panicking. Wake up." I said. He finally woke up. I pulled him up. He looked really tired, but I needed to get home. I helped packing up everything and put it in the car. He got in the car and after about ten minutes, I was at my house. "Bye Nash." I said. I kissed him on the cheek. I walked into my house and saw my mom sitting at the table. Alone. She had dark circles under her eyes and practically looked like a zombie.


Me- What's wrong?

Mom- Your father.

Me- What about dad? Did he die?

Mom- No.

Me- What happened then?

Mom- He left. He left us.

Me- What?

Mom- He's not coming back.

I ran to my room and started to cry. I can't believe this. I wanted to call Nash, but I didn't want to bother him this early. I took a shower and got dressed. I don't even know what I'm going to do today. I just stayed in my room. My friends texted me, but I didn't answer. Nash called a couple times. I didn't feel like talking to someone right now. Hours pasted by. It was now 10:00 PM. I heard a knock on my door. "What do you want!" I yelled. Nash opened the door. "Sorry, I thought you were my mom." I said. I explained to him that my dad left and is never coming back. I started crying and Nash hugged me. It's nice having someone there for you. I laid on my bed and he laid next to me. I fell asleep. My hand on his chest and his arm around me. Which it could be like this everyday, but then I have to face this horror story called my life tomorrow. At school.

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