Soulmate (Cameron Dallas/ Nash Grier/ Matthew Espinosa/ Hayes Grier)

Chapter 32

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I take my first steps onto the tile floor of the airport, the rusty wheels of my suitcase squeaking faintly behind me. I'm actually doing it; I'm going to Magcon.

"So Kat's sitting next to Hayes and I'm next to Nash, okay?" Cameron reminds everyone.

"Yes Cam, for the millionth time." Nash rolls his eyes.

We continue walking and passing through tedious security checks and endless lines until we finally reach our terminal.

"We've got an hour before we board," Cameron tells us.

"I'm getting snacks," I say, standing up.

"I'll go with you," Nash volunteers.

I nod and walk ahead of him, not wanting to make conversation.

"It's kind of stupid how we're not sitting together on the plane, isn't it?" Nash asks me, struggling to catch up.

"Not really," I reply shortly, continuing to walk.

"Oh, so you don't want to sit next to me? You know, lifting the arm rest so you can fall asleep in my arms?" he pursues, slight mockery in his tone.

"Not really," I repeat myself, causing him to grab my arm.

"Let go."

"Is it because I told you about.. her? Now you want nothing to do with me?"

"Of course not."

"Then... why are you being so distant?"

"I'm not."

He releases his grip on my arm and looks into my eyes intensely.

"I can't lose you too," he whispers.

I take a deep breath, as if his words left me gasping for air.

"You're not going to lose me, stop being dramatic."

"That's not really possible, now is it?"

I sigh and continue my hunt for a good snack to take on the plane.

"You know, Matt's not all that bad,"
Nash says, causing me to look at him in surprise.

"Matt? Why do you bring up Matt?"

"I don't know I just... I mean you clearly need a nice, stable guy in your life. That's not me," Nash tells me.

"Who said I wanted you in my life anyways?" I question.

"Oh please." He chuckles.

"You're full of it," I say.

"Just a little." He smirks.

I roll my eyes and push ahead of him once more, finally stopping at a little snack shop. I skim the rows looking for something to munch on while trying not to think of how heavenly it would be to fall asleep in Nash's arms. I shake my head, grabbing a random bag of chips and walking over to the cash register. The cashier tells me my balance but, before I can pay, Nash smacks a five dollar bill on the counter.

"You didn't have to do that," I tell him.

"I know," he says, grabbing the small bag for me as we leave.

"You know, I'm not all bad Katya," Nash says.

"You're not bad at all," I tell him.

He laughs at my comment and it breaks my heart.