Always

33| Fond

Greyson

It's been a month, I know. Sue me.

Things haven't exactly been spectacular with my dad reappearing out of thin air but I'm tired of the excuses. I can't just sit around and wait for her to talk to me again.

These last three weeks have done nothing but consume me and I can't take it anymore. I have to tell Allison exactly how I feel about her, even if she doesn't feel the same way. This is something that not even sticky notes can relay.

It's a risk but I've decided to go to her house and tell her to her face. Despite the fact that I'm fucking terrified and she has a best friend that's capable of murder, I don't care.

She's worth every pain that can be inflicted to man.

"Oh hey Grey, I haven't seen you in—WOW you've grown. How've you been?" Mr. Greene greets me.

I smile, "I'm good Mr. Greene how's everyone? It's been a while."

"Don't be a stranger, call me David. But we're all great... for the most part," he whispers nodding toward the kitchen where Mrs. Greene's inside obviously burning something.

"Is everything okay in there?"

"Oh yeah. She's fine, just a little manic with her sister coming over for Thanksgiving,"

"Sylvia?"

"Yup," he grimaces. "Anyway, what brings you here?"

"I just came to drop something off to Allison."

"In that case you'll have to go up to her room and give it to her. She isn't exactly fond of this environment," he gestures to the polluted air.

"To her room?" I question. What? you'd be shock too. I mean what guy do you know leads a boy up to his daughter's room? He's known me from I came out of my mother's womb but...it's been years.

"Yeah, I'll let her know. Come in." I take off my shoes and saunter over to the smokey kitchen while he heads up to Allison. I poke my head in to check on Mrs. Greene.

"Hey Mrs. Greene, is everything okay?" I strain. I can barely see her due to all the smoke, but there's an assortment of dishes, beautiful and...inedible surrounding her. Allison's a carbon copy of her mother, freckles and all.

"Yes everything's fine—OH. Greyson I didn't even see you. You've gotten so tall and aren't you handsome. What are you doing here on Thanksgiving?"

I laugh, "Thank you Mrs. Greene. I just stopped by to drop something off to Allison. I saw the kitchen smoking and wanted to make sure you were alright."

"No need to be so formal Grey, we've known each other for years. Allison should be in her room. I'm afraid you'll have to go up there yourself. She isn't exactly fond of the smell."

"Oh...kay," I say in confusion as I turn to leave.

"Um quick question, exactly how many cups of sugar go into this compote?" she asks pointing to her cherry filled pot.

Two cups for a light taste and three for a tart one," I answer. "You should uh- cook on low heat."

"Oh thank you dear, you cook?"

"I love to."

"That's wonderful, I bet"—

—"Well Sylvia just called and they're about fifteen minutes away," Mr. Greene chimes in.

"WHAT?" Mrs. Greene shouts.

"Honey it's okay. I'll help you," he says trying to soothe his wife. He turns to me and mouths, "Run."

I take my leave quietly and head upstairs to finally confess to the girl I've let walk away from me too many times.