Unconditionally, Inevitably, Forever Yours.

The Moon is Nigh.

"So, now that you've physically violated me," April sat up on the bed, the force of Grayson's shove still lingering on her shoulder and she readjusted her shirt, noticing it had ridden up slightly. "Tell me what you want."

Grayson- the smug bastard- couldn't even wipe the grin off his face, "What you really, really want?"

She could hear the tune of that song- the song that had haunted her childhood after being played on a constant loop by her own Mom...and Luca.

April's tried mastering a blank look, but it soon faltered as soon as the image of Grayson re-enacting a Spice Girls song was too hilarious to remain a straight face. Even after realising that this was Grayson only edging his way closer into April's good-books again, she just couldn't help prevent it.

She laughed- manically, "I h-have to admit," Laugh. "I really didn't expect you to just walk in here and," Laugh. "Just come out with that!"

Eyebrows furrowing, Grayson bit his lip, frowning at her, "You set me up for it," He mumbled. "I didn't realise it was that funny-"

"No- hilarious!"

"Well now I just feel stupid." Flopping down beside her on the bed, all quarrels seemed to evaporate- along with the tension April had previously felt around him. Grayson's dejected tone made April clutch her stomach in hysterics, the vision of him dancing around; legs clad in lime green hot-pants and his long dark hair styled in a way so profound that should be illegal.

She had a delusional mind. She'd admitted it on several occasions already.

Sobering up slightly, April exhaled deeply, pulling herself together before turning back to Grayson- the ghost of a smile still gracing lips, "As much as I prefer this giddy, adorable you compared to the cold, detached you- who seemingly hated my guts- I need you to be serious." He complained, his face masked with only nervousness, anticipation, faint humour and unrelenting anger- although, the latter emotion wasn't directed at her. Something else was clouding his thoughts. No surprise there.

"Okay, Baby Spice," April chuckled lightly as a growl rippled through Grayson's throat. "I'm calm. Please, continue."

Grayson scoffed, "Baby Spice- really? There's no need for the 'Spice', I'm honestly okay with just the Baby, you know." A smile tugged threateningly at the corners of April's mouth. Here was the Grayson she remembered- always making remarks like those just to make her smile or blush.

Well, bucko, that's not happening.

'Bucko? Really? Christ...'

"I thought you were trying to be serious?" April giggled, patting Grayson's shoulder. Both of them flinched a little in surprise at the abrupt contact. Honestly, she hadn't meant to act so comfortable around him; first laughter, now touching?

Returning forward from his reclined position, Grayson back sank in line with April- her hand no longer on his shoulder, "I know, I know," He ran a hand through his hair, fatigue evident in his eyes. It fascinated her to the extent that April wanted to run her hands through his hair too- just to feel the silky strands beneath her fingertips. "It's just so hard when you're behaving like this!"

April quirked an eyebrow at his outburst, slightly taken aback by the statement, "Behaving like what?" She questioned defensively.

Grayson grumbled something inaudible beneath his breath, "It doesn't matter," He said dismissively. A solemn look was rested across his face before an intrigued expression was placed upon his features. "Can I braid your hair- whilst we talk?" He asked hopefully.