♥ 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓞𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼 ♥ - Gregory x Fem!Reader

(-'.Good Bye.'-)

~~Chapter 20~~

Previously...

"I found it. It's kinda big-"

"Wanna... Go play golf or something?"

"I want food, then I wanna at least try golf, if we can find a pass, and then play some free arcades?"

"Yeah, no problem."

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Gregory POV

We went to El Chips, again, and now we're playing Monty Golf. Y/N used the pass to get in and since, we've been here for around 10 minutes. I lean against the rail blocking the path. It's going to be lonely without her. But what could I do.. ? I sigh. I hear a cheer then my name. "Gregory!" I look towards the voice. "Hm?" "I got a hole in one!" I smile. "Good job, swee-" I stop myself before I could finish. Turning pink, I finish as to not seem weirder then I already do. "Eeetarts. Yeah. Have you heard of Sweetarts? They're a type of candy and they taste really good!" She raises an eyebrow at me. "Umm.. Okay. Your turn." She moves to the hole to watch me.

I walk over, set down my ball, and get in to the stance. Swinging my club, it hits the ball softly, causing it to go in to the hole. I walk over and grab it from the hole. "Good job, Gregory!" She widely grins. "Thank you. Next hole c'mon." "Okay." I start leading her to the other hole, and lean on the rail again as she takes her turn. I can't stop thinking about her. These past nights, I've been thinking of her over and over like she's a song stuck in my head. Every time smiles at me, I get a bit more nervous. And that one dream? I don't wanna think about it, but... Why do I care about her so much?

How come I almost called her 'Sweetheart'? She tells me it's my turn, so I do the same as before, this time taking two hits instead of one. When we hold hands, my face heats up. I turn to her. Whenever she's around me, I get the sudden urge to protect her. When she's worried about me, I feel special, and when she's sad I want to squeeze her and tell her everything's okay. I look at the ground, thinking. Is this what it feels like... Am I...

In love?

I instantly turn red. No! No. That can't be it. I'm not in love, am I? I watch as she hits her ball, focusing. I shake my head. There's no way. I told myself after my parents, the people on the streets and students, that I wouldn't care for anyone. I look at the ground. I can't. They'll turn on me, and say they were only pretending to be. Or it was a dare. But she's... Different... She's only been there for me each night and day we've been stuck here. She reminds me of someone from a while ago...

Flashback....

I sat on the floor, looking at the ground as other children played around the playground. I sigh, no one likes me. Mommy and Daddy don't, so why would they? All they do is judge me and call me the quiet kid. Is that why they're always bullies? My eyes start to water at the thoughts swarming my head. I look at the bruises on my arms and legs. "Hey are you okay?" I look up. It's a girl. "I-I um.." I stutter, scooting away. "W-Why are you here? D-Don't I look stupid to you?" Her face softens and she sits down in front of me.