True Disaster ✔️

Twelve

"now that I know you exist how do I not love you?"
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The party has been going on for around an hour. Surprisingly, the party hasn't gotten raided by the cops.

Claire and I have been dancing most of the time. I know that some people are playing house party games in the game room we have downstairs. I hid all of the valuable things upstairs where no one is allowed to go.

I also locked the garage door in case some people decided to take my dad's vintage mustang. He's had that car since he was a teenager and he never got rid of it. He barely takes it out, but he still won't get rid of it.

I walk inside the kitchen and pass through a bunch of people to get to the cooler. I open it and grab a water bottle before closing it.

I am not drinking tonight because I want to make sure that there is at least one person here that is sober enough to know what's going on. Besides, I can have fun when not drinking anything.

Claire said she isn't going to drink a lot either because she wants to help me clean up when everyone leaves. My parents aren't going to be here for like a week or two, so I am good with time unless they surprise me by coming home early.

After I finished drinking my water, I put the cap back on and walk out of the kitchen.

A lot of people that are here are some people Claire knows from her old school and I recognize some people here because some of them went to my school.

I walk upstairs after looking around for Claire to make sure she is around, which she is. She is standing next to these girls, talking to them while also looking around the dance floor where people are jumping up and down.

The music gets quieter as I walk up each step of the stairs. I walk towards my room and open the door. When the door is open all the way open, I see a dark figure in my room, facing the pictures that are hung on my wall. I like to call it my picture wall.

"Sorry, you aren't allowed to be in here. No one is actually allowed to be upstairs." I said but then the person turns around and I squint my eyes before realizing it's just Grayson. "What are you doing up here?" I asked as he walked closer to me, and I closed the door behind me.

"It's too loud out there." Grayson shrugged his shoulders, and he was now standing right in front of me.

"So, you come inside my room?" I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Well, it's better than going into your parent's room. Plus, I don't think your dad would like it if I were in there."

"Since when have you ever cared about my dad's rules?"

I see Grayson's lip lift in a smirk.

The room is really dark, but I can see him a little because of the moonlight shining from my window.

"You still have photos of the group," Grayson stated and I look behind him at my picture wall. "I thought you would have got rid of those."

"Why would I?" I furrowed my eyebrows at him, and he just shrugged his shoulders again and walked away from me, towards my picture wall.

"Because you left to start a new life," Grayson replied and looked back at me. I roll my eyes at him and his jaw ticks. "Don't roll your eyes at me."

"Or what?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Or I'll come over there and give you a reason to roll your eyes."

The butterflies in my stomach are back and as crazy as ever. I could feel my toes tingle as I imagine him actually walking up to me and-

"Get out," I stated.

"No." Grayson looks back at my picture wall and I walk next to him to see what he is staring at. It's a picture of my brother, parents, and me. "I didn't know you had a brother," Grayson said as I felt his arms tense when standing next to him.

I never told Grayson about my brother because I didn't want to get into that subject. My brother was my best friend and when he died it hurt a lot.

He was six years old than me, so we didn't go to the same school, but he still somehow found time to hang out with me. He died when I was a sophomore in high school. I didn't do the best during my sophomore year and my parents started to get mad that I was failing most of my classes. They somehow didn't understand that I was hurting that my brother died. My father would say, "Death is inevitable. You shouldn't spend so much time thinking about the dead because then you will never focus on the future. Don't stay stuck in the past Willow."

"The only person who knew about him was Alexis," I explained.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Grayson looked at me and his eyebrows were furrowed, he looked a little mad but why would he be mad that I didn't tell him about my brother?

"Because I didn't feel comfortable telling you about," I said and walked away from him. "Why are you getting mad about it?"

Grayson backed up from my picture wall and he turned towards me. "I need to go." He said, ignoring my question.

He walks closer to my door and when he puts his hand on the doorknob I grab his bicep, my fingers barely fitting around them. He turns his head and looks down at my hand before looking up to meet my eyes.

"Don't leave," I said softly.

Grayson takes one step closer to me and leans down so that his lips were close to mine.

So very close to me. If he licked his lips then his tongue would touch my lips and knowing that could happen, excitement ran through my veins.

"Don't you ever fucking touch me again."

Grayson ripped his arm from my hand and open the door before walking out and slamming it shut.