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Chapter 28

Grace’s POV

I was undecided, even as I spoke.  My mind jumped back and forth, causing me to stutter and tremble.  Of course, I wanted to stay with Chester, but what would people think? What would the viewers think? I didn’t want to let Chester down, he had clearly used all his confidence just to ask me.  I would have honestly wanted the actual proposal, at least then I would have known what my answer would be. (No.) I looked up at Chester, his eyes were looking at me excitedly, waiting for my answer.

“Um,” I said, still trembling.  I paused, still not completely sure of my answer.  Sure, I wanted to be with Chester, but this was a huge step.  I didn't know if we were ready for this.  We had been together for a total of about six months, but we had only been together for the last three months.   

“Ches, I-I, just need s-some time t-to th-think.” I stuttered nervously.  I could feel the tears building up in my eyes. Chester’s eyes widened, as a tear rolled softly down my cheek.

“No, no” he said softly. “No, it’s okay. Please don’t cry.” He leaned over and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me into a hug. I rested my head on his shoulder, also hugging him.  

“I’m sorry, Ches.” I sniffled. “I just need some time to think.”  He nodded sweetly, not looking mad or upset.  

Mamrie’s POV

I got Grace’s call at 11 o’clock at night.  I had no idea what it was about, but she had asked me to come to her house.  The situation seemed all too familiar, a sense of deja vu swept over me.  I drove to her house, a bottle of vodka in the cup holder of my car.  I sped down the streets on the way to her house, barely stopping at the crossing lights.  My heart told me that Chester wouldn’t have done something like this, but my brain led me the other way.  My mind jumped back to Grace’s shaky voice asking me to come to her house, I had panicked and gotten my keys  right away.  I went through the possibilities;  She could just want to hang out. Nope. Maybe she got hurt. No, she would have told me.  Maybe had broken a piece of furniture.  No, she would have asked Chester.  Maybe she was pregnant.  My mind couldn’t think of any evidence against this.  I glanced down guiltily at the bottle of vodka sitting beside me.  All the signs matched up.  She wouldn’t want to tell Chester.  She would be upset and scared.  I would likely be the first one she would call, other than maybe Michelle.  

At the next turn, I turned off the road I was currently on, and took a detour to the pharmacy.  When I got there, I walked back to where the pregnancy tests were, and grabbed three of them.  I walked up to the cashier, it was a little old woman, probably around seventy years old.  I dropped the tests on the counter and the lady looked up at me, smiling.  She scanned them and handed me the debit machine.  As I was leaving, she called after me.

“Good luck!” she said encouragingly.  

I turned to look at her.  “Oh.  No, these aren’t for me.  They’re for a friend.” I answered.

The lady nodded.  As I left, I heard her mumble sarcastically “Sure, they are.”  

I got back into my car, and continued swiftly on my route.  Once I finally got to Grace’s house, I grabbed the tests and put them in my pocket.  I didn’t want to pressure her, or suggest anything that wasn’t necessarily true.  I opened the door, and Grace was sitting on the couch, her head buried into her hands.  She looked up at me as I entered.  She looked relieved to see me, but still stressed.  

“Okay, what’s wrong?” I asked, still tired after having rushed to get here.

“Chester asked me to move in with him.” she stated gazing at the wall, in thought.  

“And?” I questioned,  not quite understanding her problem. 

“Well, I don’t know if I should.  I’m worried that it will mess something up.” she explained anxiously.  “I don’t even know, I just panicked.” I sat next to her.

I looked her straight in the eyes and said bluntly “You’re overthinking this, Smells.  You’re obviously infatuated with him, and he clearly loves you.  He spends half of the time living at your place, anyways.” 

She smiled at my statement, and nodded.  “Thanks, Mames.  You’re the best.”  I smirked.

“Yes, yes I am.” I joked.  

She got up and went into her kitchen, pulling out her phone to call Chester.  I could still faintly hear her talking.

“Hey Ches.  Yeah, I thought about it.  Yeah, I know, I want to though.  No, you didn’t pressure me.  No, babe, I promise, if anything you were a bit sheepish.” 

She laughed.  It wasn’t her normal laugh, it was her Chester laugh.  When she was with him, she was different.  She had her Chester smile, her Chester  laugh and her Chester eyes.  She always smiled bigger and sweetly, obviously in love.  She laughed as though he had told the best joke ever, but also a laugh that told everyone around her that she was infatuated with him.  Her eyes shined a little brighter with him, lighting up whenever he was near her.  I had never seen her this happy, in our years of friendship.  I had been friends with her through two other boyfriends, and neither of them made her this happy.  

Her laugh rung through the house, I then heard her mumble “I love you.” into the phone.  She was a bit embarrassed about showing her emotions in front of people, even sometimes me.  She liked to share the ‘I love you’ s for her and ‘ her person’.  

I walked over to the entrance of the kitchen, and motioned to the door, telling her that I was leaving.  I wanted to let her talk to Chester, without feeling like she had to deal with me.  She smiled gratefully and mouthed “Thanks Mames”.  

I got into my car and smiled to myself.

I never thought I would say this, but thank goodness for Chester.

A/N 

Heyyy

I hope you were okay with that cliffhanger last chapter! Please don’t kill me!  

I put all of the chapters together in on document today, turns out I have written 19 459 words of this book ( not including author’s notes)! I looked it up, and a typical novel is  40 000 words, so I guess I’m half way through writing a book! Haha

I hope you enjoyed!

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