See You Around~ Grester (completed)

Chapter Fifty-Five

Chester's POV

I took her hand in mine as we walked up the steps to the house we could possibly be spending our future in. The house was like how you'd imagine any stereotypical home to look like, with a white picket fence surrounding the building. This is what I had imagined myself living in when I was just a little boy, this is what I'd draw if someone where to ask me to draw a house. And I liked how cliché it all may seem to an outcast, I didn't care about the stereotypes or being different because this is what I hoped for and if this was the only opportunity I was ever going to get to being normal, I'll take it.

Inside was even more spectacular, with staircases which could lead you up to heaven and a hundreds of doors which could lead you to another land. I looked over to Grace who was marvelling at the decoration just like me.

"What'd you think Gracie? It's amazing right?" She turned towards me, an inquisitive look on her face.

"I love it, I absolutely adore it but.." She trailed off of her thoughts.

"But?"

"But isn't it a bit big? Do we need all these bedrooms."

"Well one day I hope to fill them, don't you?" This had never registered as a problem to me before but Grace seemed taken aback by my quick response.

"I don't know." Her indecisiveness annoyed me but I tried to not let her know how much it bothered me. It bothered me because I thought maybe a bigger family was in our line of vision, isn't that what people do? Isn't that what she wanted?

She turned and walked away from me, her anger at me evident. I ran after her, standing at opposite sides of the car.

"Let's go home." She said bluntly and I quickly opened the car before jumping in.

We drove in silence, occasionally catching glimpses of each other and then awkwardly looking away; like we were high school kids all over again.

I pulled over, temporarily parking at the side of the road.

"Ches what are you doing?" Grace asked, looking back at the road we should be on and then back to me, indicating we should carry on driving but I couldn't ride home with this tension.

"Look, I'm sorry-" I began.

"No Chester we need to move."

"I just assumed, and maybe that was wrong of me."

"Chester you can't stop here!"

"And I promise I won't push you to do anything you don't wan-"

"Can we go? Come on, we can't stay here."

"Just let me finish. I didn't mean to force you or anything I just thought that maybe in some years time we'd-"

"We need to move."

"I'm staying here till you forgive me. Maybe that was irrational of me and I won't do it again I prom-"

"Ches!"

Grace's voice was the last thing I heard before a crash, a flood of white light, the faint hum of sirens and the darkest deepest silence.