Speechless (GRETHAN)

Chapter 15: My American Boy

⚠️Smut Warning⚠️

Grayson Bailey

Four hours at the Dolan residence. I've been here four hours today and although I've spent longer periods under the same roof, today's turning into best time I've had!

After Ethan's parents returned from work and having sought their permission to stay over which they provided with wide open arms, Mrs. Dolan made me a cup of delicious chicken soup with little pieces of chicken in it. It was a simple appetiser prior to the food she was going to prepare for supper. The hot liquid felt absolutely delectable as it went into my empty tummy. As she prepared dinner, Ethan and I hid out in his room, doing nothing in particular.

He had handed me his iPhone on which I played games since my ancient phone couldn't download more than one of them. Ethan's bird, Gizmo kept me company. She'd flutter by my head, she'd sit in my hair and climb all over me. I adored her and she, I. Gizmo would spread her yellow and green wings and fly from me to the mantel to Ethan and then back at me.

At one time, I outstretched my finger and she sat on it like the obedient pet that she was. After Ethan and I got bored of our games, I asked him about his day in school and he told me about it—the potential gossips, his classes and which teacher had no dressing sense, as per him, it was Mrs. Jessica Millers, our English teacher and I'd agree with him.

She was nearly in her late 50's but she pretended to dress like a teen. Flashy colours, sizes that were absolutely inappropriate for a woman her age and the horn-rimmed glasses perched on her large nose, I could say Mrs. Doubtfire, the movie character dressed better.

"Ethan! Grayson!",called Mrs. Dolan from the bottom of the staircase. "Dinner is served."

Taking my hand in his, Ethan guided me to the dining room and we took our seat. Mrs. Dolan carried out a large casserole in her hands while her husband filled up glasses of wine for the two of them. "Fear not, I've prepared ginger ale for you both.",spoke Mr. Dolan running into the kitchen and returning with two tall glasses filled with the drink.

'Thank you!' Ethan read the text and narrated the same to his parents. It put a bountiful smile on their face.

Truth be told, the Dolan family had done the kindness of getting me an average-sized whiteboard with a marker pen for me to communicate. Each time I'd use that pen, it gave out the scent of blueberries. Yes, it was a scented marker but alas! My broken wrist meant I wouldn't be able to use the board and pen for a while; not until it healed.

"Can you serve you some more sweetheart?",asked Mrs. Dolan as she placed a large slice of lasagne into my plate. I nodded no and she understood that I meant to say 'not any more, thanks'. Ethan had vouched to feed me but I told him it would be inappropriate since his parents didn't know we were dating. I could easily use my left hand to feed myself and just like I thought, it was fairly easy.

Dinner went on silently with not much to say. "So Grayson, what happened to your arm?",asked Mr. Dolan as he placed a bite of the baked food into his mouth. I wished too soon!

Mrs. Dolan passed us a thoughtful glance as she sipped her wine and put the glass back on the table. "Dad, remember I told you guys I got Grayson a skateboard?",piped in Ethan, looking at me and then at his parents. They nodded in agreement simultaneously. "Well, Gray was showing me some tricks and a tiny pebble sent his board flying. He fell onto the pavement. Voilà!"

I had confided in Ethan with the truth and he had flared up like oil in a skillet. I trust his parents would be equally enraged if they knew Nathan was responsible for my broken wrist. The best possible way out of this was to spin a lie, as Ethan thought fit.