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Chapter 22

Chester’s POV

I was going to Grace’s house that day, two days after we had kissed.  I was excited to gt to spend time with her again.  Even after only two day, I felt like I had gotten a fresh start.  I had gotten a fresh start.  I had been getting more sleep, and I was feeling like I could accomplish anything.  When Grace had suggested “just being friends”, I was honestly disappointed.  I tend to be overly optimistic when it comes to situations like these, so I had imagined the perfect fairytale ending.  She forgives me and we live happily ever after.  I knew that it wasn't realistic, but I guess that is pretty much what ended up happening.  

We had been texting for the last two days, just getting back into things, and relearning what we already knew about each other.  I could tell that she was nervous at first.  She seemed a little bit shaken up, if you asked me.  It was probably her worrying if she had made the right choice.  I knew Grace, so I knew that she did things like this.  When she had switched from DailyGrace to It’s Grace, she had cried for days.  She released the first video, expecting minimal views and no subscribers.  She still was behind on the subscribers front, but she had a loyal fan base, and had stared and produced a movie and was working on a book deal.  

Grace worried about everything, and I was aware of this.  I knew she would be worried about telling Mamrie.  She would be worried to explain the situation to Hannah.  She would be worried about convincing Sarah that I wasn't as bad a guy as Sarah thought I was.  Mostly, I knew that she was worried, no terrified, of getting her heart broken.  

As I knocked on the door of her house, I heard her scrambling.  I heard the door click before opening to a nervous looking Grace.  She smiled as she let me in.

“Hey Ches.” she said softly. “I honestly wasn't expecting you until twelve.”

“I knew that if I waited until twelve to come, you would have cleaned the whole house in preparation. I didn't want you to have to work that hard, Gracie.” I explained.  

She always got so frantic about times like these, where I came to her house.  She had a habit of cleaning everything before I got there.  I thought it was sweet at first, but I realized how much work she was doing for me, and that I didn't want her to do something like that.  

“Oh.” she said, giggling.  She knew that I was right. “Have you eaten yet?”

‘No, I’m starving, to be honest with you.” I answered, my stomach growling.  

“Maybe we could go to this new place that I’ve been wanting to try out.” she suggested.

I nodded. “Yeah! Sounds great, Gracie.”

Grace went to get changed, although I didn't think that it was necessary.  I looked around her house.  I had been there before, but I had never really looked at the decor.  It all suited her personality, silly, random, yet it was perfectly fitting.  There was no doubt that this house belonged to her.  I looked back to the corner, I saw the giraffe neck sticking out of the wall.  I saw her all too familiar filming area, and the easily recognizable bar where YDADs were shot.  

She emerged from her room, wearing skinny jeans and a looser top.  She grabbed her purse and looked over to me.  I was sitting there in complete shock of how breathtakingly gorgeous she looked. 

“You ready?” she asked, breaking my stare. “Or are you just going to stare at me for the next few hours?”  she laughed. 

I loved her laugh.  I loved the way that it lit up the room.  I loved the way she laughed when she found something really funny.  I loved her cute little nervous laugh.  I loved her laugh when she watched a bad comedy movie. 

“Yeah. Let’s go.” I said, after not answering for a second too long.

In the car on the way there,  she turned on the radio and started singing along. I have to admit, she wasn't quite at the X factor level of singing, but she wasn't as bad as she always said she was.  I grabbed her had as I was driving.  She looked down at our hands and smiled.  She paused for a second before starting to sing again.  This time I joined her,  singing some popular song from the top 40s.  As I started to sing she looked over at me, giving me a glare.

“That’s not fair, Chester! You're making me sound bad in comparison.” she whined jokingly.  I began to sing louder, drowning out the radio. “Okay, okay, do whatever you want, you big baby.” she said, laughing.

When we got to the restaurant,  I took her hand while entering.  We opened the door and both walked in.  Grace got about two steps into the restaurant, before pushing me out the door.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit.  Hannah and Sarah are in there, Ches.” she exclaimed. “What are we going to do?” Her worried look not disappearing.  Her breathing was quick, and I could see tears building up in her eyes. I brought her to the car and rubbed my hand in circles on her back, trying to calm her dow. 

“Grace, it’s okay.  You're fine.  They won’t say anything, and if they do, I can deal with it.” I said to her softly. “Okay?”

She nodded her head, wiping her eyes. She took a deep breath, before opening her door and stepping out.  We walked over, I had taken her hand in mine, and she was holding on so tightly, it was as if she was releasing her nervousness into my hand. We walked in and her whole demeanour changed.  She stiffened and her eyes grew wide.  

As we got shown to our table, Grace turned her back to Sarah and Hannah, trying not to be noticed. We sat down across the small room.  Grace was clearly trying to hide from them.  

We were half way through our dinner, when I finally saw Sarah look over.  She at first just glanced, then blinked and looked over again.  Her face changed into an angry, scowl.  She glared at me, I tried to pretend to look away.  I saw her tap Hannah on the arm, then glance in my direction.  Hannah looked over, then her face fell.  She, unlike Sarah, looked sad and disappointed.  I saw her tai out her phone, probably texting Mamrie.  

I leaned over to Grace and said “They’ve noticed, Gracie.” Her face formed a look of fear and worry.  I took her hand from across the table and squeezed it, trying to reassure her. 

Then, my phone buzzed, showing a text from none other than Sarah Weichel.

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