In which, Greyson Parker meets a boy and slowly figures out there's more to him then drugs and mystery.
Started: Oct. 5, 21
Finished: Sept. 30, 22
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She could feel something shifting beside her. "Greyson. Your alarm," a voice croaked.
Her eyes fluttered open at the sound. She hadn't meant to fall asleep in his room last night. Sleep had crept up on her, and now here she was, caught in the space between waking and... something else.
Her gaze lingered before she could stop herself. Ash's face, usually tight with tension or thought, was completely relaxed. No furrowed brows. No guarded look. Just quiet. Still. Peaceful. Freckles dotted his cheeks, his lips were parted slightly, and his dark lashes cast soft shadows across his skin. She hadn't really looked at him like this before. Then he mumbled, voice barely audible. "MD. The alarm."
Her eyes widened, and she quickly turned away, silently hoping he hadn't noticed her staring. "Right. Sorry," she muttered. She lifted herself slightly, reaching over him to grab her phone from the nightstand.
"Fuck—I'm late," she groaned, already scrambling. In her haste, she tried to throw her leg over Ashtray to crawl out of bed—but he shifted at the wrong time. Her leg got caught awkwardly, and for one horrifying second, she realized if she didn't move, she'd end up straddling him.
Nope. Absolutely not.
She made a quick move to get off him, but miscalculated and lost her balance. "Shit!" she gasped, hands flailing as she tipped off the edge of the bed. She braced for impact, expecting to hit the floor—only to feel a firm grip wrap around her waist. Ashtray's hand. Steady. Quick. He'd caught her. Her breath was shallow. "Jesus."
He was sitting up now, rubbing at his eyes. "You good?" he asked, voice rough with sleep. She nodded, catching her balance.
"Make sure you leave me some cereal your ass been eating all of it all week." He mentioned right before she opened his door. She scoffed, "yeah, it would be nice if you went grocery shopping once and awhile."
She could hear him laughing after she shut his door, there playful banter wasn't always so normalized. The first few months of Greyson living there Ashtray didn't even look at her, barely could stand in the same room. Not because he didn't like her but because he was scared to trust her, although Greyson years ago was very different from now, she was quiet, timid and barely made her presence known, there relationships took time to build but over the years fez taught her it was okay to be herself, that no matter what he wasn't gonna abandon her and fast forward now, this is just her every day.
Ashtray didn't go to school. Didn't exist in any records. He'd been left behind years ago—another kid swept under the rug after a drug run gone bad. His grandmother, Marie, raised him and Fezco until she got too sick to keep up. Now, somehow, the two brothers kept everything running.
