Always

35| Stay

Greyson

Satan and her spawns are here.

Mrs. Greene- I mean Mel finally snapped when the homemade graham cracker crust wasn't staying together—she didn't add any butter. So, I came to the rescue and now I'm a full time chef at the Greene's residence on Thanksgiving.

To anyone else it sounds sad, lonely even, but I couldn't be happier. I mean, Thanksgiving is meant to be spent with family but the closest I have to that is locked up in his room too high to even remember who I even am, or acknowledge my existence for that matter.

It's technically better than Sylvia and her loathsome posse, but I'll be in the kitchen most of the time keeping interaction to a minimum. That way I could sneak out and come back later to talk with Allison once I'm sure they're go—

—"Greyson? Is that you?" Lydia asks eyeing me from the kitchen entrance as I place the last pan of baked food on the countertop to cool.

Great.

"Where?" Lana gasps, her voice nearing the doorway where her sister stands. "No way."

"We haven't seen you in years. You look so different and handsome. I didn't know you were coming over for Thanksgiving."

"Yeah if we'd known you were coming we def would've dressed better," Lana says looking down at her outfit.

"I'm not"—

—"Great. It's gonna be just like old times. Where's Allison anyway?"

"She'll be down in a minute. You two can head in the seating room with everyone else," Mrs- Mel interrupts.

"Thank you," I mouth as the two trickle out of the kitchen with annoyed looks on their faces.

"Thank you. If you weren't here I think I might've cancelled Thanksgiving," we both laugh.

"No problem. Guess I'll be taking my leave now."

"Why? You're more than welcomed stay I"-

"I don't think... that's a good idea."

"Oh. Well at least see Ali off before you leave." I give her a nod and head upstairs to do just that.

When I open the door again after knocking I'm stilled by the sight of her. The shy nerdy Allison that I knew from my past, that was here again just a moment ago, was long gone.

She had her naturally wavy chocolate brown hair no longer in a bun but pin straight and draped flawlessly along her back accentuating her blonde highlights. Her thick rimmed glasses disappeared once more from her countenance. Her pouty lips covered in a sheer light pink-shaded gloss.

The My Little Pony shirt has been ditched and replaced with a warm orange full sleeved shirt that's two sizes bigger than her matched with a tan cargo pants. She looks absolutely beautiful. But I'd be lying if I said she wasn't already perfect before.

"You're drooling," she mocks from the million times I caught her staring.

"You'd like that wouldn't you princess?" I tease. Of course I was drooling, look at her.

"Shut up."

I laugh at the slight blush on her cheeks, "Okay, okay. I just came to say see you later. So... see you later?"

Her brows slightly draw near and clear disappointment is riddled on her face. "You're not staying?"

"Do you want me to?"