𝗧𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗝𝘂𝗹𝘆 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗔𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱

Chapter Seven:❝𝑵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏❞

Grey was annoyed half to death.

It has been a while since he had seen July and/or Audrey since when? Wednesday? For the movie crap? Well, it wasn't crap, it was actually out of this world (but he would never tell anyone that) and he hoped that somehow someway, the stars would align and they would bump into each other and exchange a meaningless conversation to make his day.

But whatever, he was acting like a clueless lover boy on the verge of tears because his baby girl Sunshine didn't speak to him. What was happening now, was the fact that he was exhausted.

He had all the space on his bed but still wanted so much more. His tired body needed its long overdue break.

In an act of the monthly, "I need to get my life together" he got on a coffee high and rearranged his room around five times until he realized "Oh wait this looked familiar!"

He had rearranged his room into the same place July's bed and everything was. Her literal room arrangement.

Talk about room inspiration and embarrassment. He would rearrange it over and over but it still felt like her. And honestly, right now, he was way too tired to even protest. That's how his room going to be? Fine. He could handle the embarrassment for the next two weeks; his last fuck to give ran away and left no footsteps to follow.

He lay immobilized on his white comforter, his muscles sore, his eyes heavy.

"Grey!" his mother called.

"What?!" he yelled back. Nothing. "MOTHE—"

"Go take a shower it's bedtime!" her voice was much closer now.

"Ugh, why..."

"Whoa," she gasped. "Nice..."

Grey knew what she meant. She meant his newly arranged and clean room that would be absolutely dirty, unorganized, and unrecognizable in the next three months.

"You're doing this as if you're gonna invite your friends in here, Rhys," she teased. She knew that he hated people as much as he hated her... Which honestly wasn't even that much.

"Can you not use my middle name on me right now?" Grey grumbled, his face planted in his sheets.

"What was that?" his mother inquired.

"Nothing, Mom." He pushed himself off of the bed, suddenly motivated to take a shower after hours of turmoil. "I'm gonna go take a shower."

"Okay." She left the room without saying anything else. No "goodbye", "goodnight", "I love you", nothing. Now that he came to think of it, it would be really weird if she did that. So yeah, she made the right choice. And he went go and take a nice, cold shower so that he shiver when he comes out. Lovely days, right?

Right.

On second thought, that shower was like hell on earth. Who cared about how you'd feel after? Cold water was not it. Out of all the things in the world, he'd never thought that he would be shivering in the shower. Nope. Never again.

He finished his shower and hopped out. Still shivering, he brushed his teeth and dressed in his nightly attire... which was just gray sweatpants and a cotton white tee.

"Grey, I'm heading out," she announced, standing by his door in her short black mini dress and heels, to go over it was a huge jacket thing. A cardigan? Can't be. Whatever, jacket thing was now its name.

"Going to see Dad? Don't get kidnapped," he grumbled, easing himself onto his bed.

"Rhys—" Ugh. She stumbled over her words before muttering, "How? How did you know?"