#p:nash

[cassed-away]

Tap on my window, knock on my door, i want to make you feel beautiful |Nashville

Cass' hand hurt from slapping Lennon so hard, and her head was beginning to throb from the lights and loud music in the club- and the way Lennon had grabbed her hair. Cass had thought she had hit rock bottom before, but walking down to Nash's apartment and getting a glance of herself- she knew how wrong she was. She looked like a mess, her makeup was running from when she had been crying and her hair was a mess. Her clothes were smelling of god knows what and she felt like if she had to talk, or say one more word then she'd just burst into more tears, and whilst Nash was one of her best friends, she doubted she could cry like a maniac in front of him.

She knocked on his door, smiling at the half finished 'No cassie's allowed' sign on it, trying to steady her breathing as he opened the door for her. She forced a huge grin onto her face,

"Nashy!" She croaked out, holding out her arms for a weak hug.

[laineyoliver-blog-blog]

Boy Meets Girl || Nash & Lainey

Staring down at her hands for a moment, Lainey let out a soft breath, unsure as to what she was feeling. Was she actually happy about everything? The girl who was against everything to do with love was actually letting someone close enough to maybe change her mind and, to be honest, it terrified her more than anything else. "Funny, isn't it, how you're scared of love when everyone else wants it more than anything else," she mumbled to herself, pulling her fingers through her hair as she got up from her couch, heading to the cupboard underneath the television to bring out the three DVDs Nash had said that she could bring. For some reason, as she held the cases in her hand and began to make her way towards the door, she couldn't help but feel nervous. Why was she feeling nervous? Was it a good kind of nervous or a bad kind-- is there even a good kind of nervous? Biting her lip, she mentally told herself to get a grip, and it'll be fine.

As the redhead shut the apartment door behind her, she stuffed the cases into her bag along with her keys, slipping in her earbuds simultaneously. Lainey never went anywhere without music, even if her destination was only a few minutes away, as it was today. It wasn't even for the mere fact that it was something that filled the space, but it kept her thoughts from going crazy, which could've been a real problem. She figured that the more she thought, the more irritable she became, and that wasn't the way to act at all tonight. Although, it seemed like Nash understood, even if he didn't ask about it. Which was actually nice, since the girl didn't particularly care for talking about her problems, whether they be small or large. Pushing everything aside, the redhead took a deep breath as she neared the boy's place, knocking softly on the door once she was close enough, and wrapping her headphones around her phone as she rolled back on her heels gently.

[hazelmoore]

Chicken Soup for the Soul || Hazel & Nash

Hazel smiled as she carefully grabbed the pot of chicken noodle soup as she put on her oven mitts to make sure she could carry it comfortably. She had put the cookies and pie in her bag as she had it neatly put in a backpack so that she could carry everything comfortably. She smiled widely as she had her little bow in her hair. Bows made her happy as she walked out of her apartment trying to figure out how to lock the door as she frowned. She wasn’t used to having to lock things up, someone always did that for her, or she was coming back as she finally put the pot down and locked the door before walking towards Nash’s room. She didn’t know the boy that well, but she was glad to be hanging out with someone. It was lonely being by herself. 

Still she called her father once a day as he told her too, and still was hesitant about getting a puppy as her father told her that it wasn’t good and she shouldn’t do it. She hated the idea of going against him, hating the idea that she might make someone angry, but she knew that she really wanted to at least try to get the dog as she finally made it to Nash’s apartment before taking a deep breath and knocking on the door. She let herself in worrying about him as she made her way to his kitchen to put the heavy pot down as she sighed in relief tired of caring it. She turned on the stove as she put the pie on the counter as well as the cookies and looked for a bowl to serve it with as she finally found one and took out her ladle as well as the crackers she brought, she was told that if she was going to do anything she had to prepare for it 100%, as she finally had it done and she smiled as she walked over to the couch. “Hey Nash.” She smiled at him as she set down the soup and the crackers. “I’ll get you some medicine hold on! And some water!” She hopped up as she ran around grabbing the other things as she sat back down and smiled at him. “Homemade chicken noodle soup! I hope this helps.” She smiled at him worried if he’d like it or not. What if he didn’t? 

[laineyoliver-blog-blog]

Nothing to Lose || Nash & Lainey

Lainey wasn't even sure why she agreed to having coffee with Nash-- the last time she had coffee with someone, it didn't end too well. She thought too much and spoke too little, and when the other person tried to hold her hand, she found herself being rude in order to get him to stop. It baffled her how people thought that beneath her attempts at keeping people out, she really wanted them to get close to her. It was actually just the opposite. She really didn't want to get close to anyone. But then why did she agree to coffee with Nash?

Continuing to think to herself as she pulled her hair off the to side in a ponytail, the redhead furrowed her eyebrows, glancing down at her outfit-- a plain white shirt and yoga pants. It wasn't like she was really planning on going anywhere that day, since she was just writing and listening to music. Since she had gone back to her old hideout, it seemed like that was one of the only things she did besides for work, which Lainey really didn't mind. Even so, some socialization was good, and as she walked to the coffee shop that wasn't too far from her apartment, she just listened to everything while telling herself internally to not be a total bitch. Once she reached the small building, the redhead took a deep breath and walked in slowly, trying to find the familiar person.