Revenge Is Sweet

30 - Ludic

𑁍𝚂𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚊𑁍

I wake up to an empty bed this morning. That's not new though. Greyson is usually up before I am.

Sometimes he'll still be here when I wake up, but he's usually downstairs making breakfast.

I smell eggs.

Excited, I begin rolling out of bed to venture off downstairs to figure out what he made this morning.

I already hear him quietly whistling to himself down in the kitchen. It almost makes me smile. He likes to whistle.

Greyson is in the middle of flipping a piece of bread on a pan that sits above a small flame on the stove.

I perk up, pleasantly surprised by this morning's breakfast choice. Egg in a nest.

I watch him with a smile and a raised brow. "The Police?" I ask, making my presence known.

Greyson quickly looks over at me. He laughs when he registers my question. "Everything little thing she does is magic," He murmurs, bobbing his head as he sways from side to side.

I squint. "Has anyone ever told you, you've got a terrible singing voice?"

Greyson's jaw drops at that. "No." He scoffs, offended. "Because that's a rude thing to say to someone."

"Is it?" I pretend to be surprised.

His expression turns dry. "Come fucking eat." He grumbles, harshly throwing what he has on the pan onto a paper plate.

I grin and hurry forward to snatch the plate up. "Thank you," I hum, happily going towards the table to sit. Greyson mutters a few things under his breath, pouting about my blunt statement.

Greyson sighs and turns the stove off, beginning to clean up the small mess he made. I watch him, silently wondering if he's eaten already. Or maybe he's choosing not to eat yet.

"You should really put some ice on that." I murmur, looking down at my food instead of up at his bruised eye.

"It's fine."

I only nod and keep my eyes on my food. I don't dare look up and insist that he treat his bruise. If he doesn't want to then I guess he doesn't have to.

That leaves us in silence while I continue eating. He keeps cleaning his mess up too. I watch him silently, still wondering if he ate.

Greyson doesn't always eat with me in the mornings. Sometimes, when I ask him, he says he ate earlier while I was sleeping. Other times he tells me he just isn't hungry for breakfast.

He's sort of a weird guy. He likes things a certain way and rarely breaks his routine.

"Thank you." I quietly thank him again as I pick my plate up and start going towards the sink. He still has the water on, washing the pan he used.

Greyson gives me a playful glare while I slowly drop my plate into the sink right as he's rinsing one of the last ones. I grin as sweetly as I can at him.

Greyson sighs and looks away from me as he moves on to wash my plate. I lean up against the counter beside him.

"Soph, I'm going to get out some today."

I frown. "Can I go?"

"No."

I stare up at him while he keeps his eyes on the plate in the sink. "Okay." I eventually agree.