Grayson (Completed)

Six

I'm in Utah on Spring Break!  Where are all of you?

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 "I don't understand why I have to do this," I said to my mom as she literally pushed me out the front door toward my car.  She continued as she responded, though it was hard for her.  Her heeled sandals had no traction, while my sneakers had plenty.

 "You need to get out." It was all she said as she put her entire body and muscle mass into shoving me out the door.  We both nearly fell over when I stopped resisting, only being saved from a tumble because we were able to grab onto the door frame before it got to be too far to be saved from the fall. 

"Why can't I do that tomorrow?" I asked, and then added under my breath "Or never."

"I heard that," Mom snapped.  "And that is exactly why.  You won't leave this, admittedly nice, house unless I force you to go out and you see that it is enjoyable and then you will continue to go outside."

"Valid point," I said, consenting to her whims.  "Fine.  I'll go."

Mom sighed.  "I think you were the easiest to raise.  You don't argue nearly as much as your sisters."

"That's sad," I said, "because I argue a lot."

"Yes," she replied before starting to push me again. 

I held my hands up in surrender.  "I'm going!  I'm going!"

"Uh huh," she said doubtfully, raising her eyebrows and looking pointedly at the car before she held out her arm and pointed at my car.  "Go." 

"Yes, Ma'am," I said in a snarky tone with a smirk before I turned on my heel and began to march military style to my car.

"Don't make me ground you!" Mom yelled after me. 

"I'm an adult!" I called back.  "You can't ground me!"

"I'm your mom," she replied.  "Of course I can!"

Before ducking into my car I poked my tongue out at her, unable to refrain from laughing when she responded in kind. 

Right as I was about to sit down I heard a voice call out "Jonah!"

In my haste to get out of the car I ended up hitting my head on the frame of the car. 

"Ow!" I groaned out, rubbing the sore area vigorously.  I moved my hand away from my face so that I could see Grayson waving at me as he walked over. 

"Are you going into town?"

"Yeah," I told him, then added in a voice loud enough for Mom to hear, "Because my mom is making me!"

"I heard that!" she yelled to me.

"You were supposed to!" I yelled back at her and turned back to Grayson. 

"Why?"

He shrugged and said, "I thought you might want someone to show you around."

"Are you trying to get married?" I asked, my eyes wide.  "Because if you keep talking to me this way in front of my mother, one morning you and I will wake up in a bed together with rings on our fingers and a marriage certificate on the nightstand without being able to remember a thing."

Grayson raised his eyebrows.  "Sounds like an awesome story to tell the grandkids."

I groaned again, thumping my head on the car.  That was, until I hit the already sore spot and cursed, rubbing it again.  "I hate my car.  I hate my mom.  I hate you.  I do not hate Edgar; he's the only one who understands."