Revenge Is Sweet

47 - Twitterpated

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Grey has a small smile on his face as he opens up a cabinet to find himself a bowl. When he finds it, he grabs it and sets it down.

He's humming to himself. It's a song I showed him not too long ago, and he's only doing it very quietly.

I squint at him, eyebrows furrowed and mildly horrified. I've made a discovery this morning while watching him shuffle around the kitchen humming to himself like a freakin' housewife.

I have an actual crush on the dude. Like, a big crush. Bigger than the crush I had on stupid Adrian.

I've already accepted that I have a little crush on a man like Greyson, but this is somehow different. It's not a little crush. It's a big crush.

Greyson spins on his heels to face me, in the middle of chewing some cereal with his bowl cradled up to his chest and his spoon a few inches from his mouth.

He pauses when he makes eye contact with me. "What?" He mutters, his voice muffled.

I shake my head at him. He shrugs me off and looks down at his bowl, going back to humming to himself as he mindlessly wanders around the kitchen while he eats.

I shouldn't be surprised. He's the first person, besides Amy, who's shown me kindness. Who's given me a completely safe space.

He's never going to judge me, he's not going to let anyone get me, and he won't ever complain about occasionally needing to share a bed with me because I have some shit I need to work out.

I might just love him.

What the fuck.

"Grey?"

"Mhm?" He absently replies, spinning his spoon around in his bowl.

I stare at him for a little longer. "Never mind." I shake my head and get up from the table. I ate already. I don't know why I'm still sitting here.

Grey shrugs me off again as he goes back to eating his food. I scoop Clem up off the table and leave the room with her cradled in my arms, venturing upstairs.

So, what do I do now? I may or may not love the man who murdered my dad. What am I supposed to do with that?

I've never really loved anyone before. I had a crush on Adrian, and dated him for a while, but I don't think I loved him. Not really, anyway.

I'm not even sure I know how to love someone. Is there something special I have to do? Maybe not. It's been a while since I've seen someone in love, I'm not sure how it works.

Worst thing is: Grey probably doesn't know either. He said he's never had a girlfriend and I don't think his parents were together through his life.

So, we're both on our own. That's how we wanted it though. Just me and him.

Clementine meows at me when I set her down on my bed. I frown, confused. She looks up at me and sits on the mattress, wanting something. I'm not sure what it is.

"What?" I coax, showing her my empty palms in case she thinks I have a treat.

She meows.

I purse my lips. "What, Clem?" I ask again. She's giving me that one look she gives when she wants something.

She meows again before getting up to jump off the bed. I huff, watching her sashay away from me and back out of the room. I guess she just didn't want to be in the room with me.

Fine.

I stick my tongue out at her tail that slips around the corner and out of view. Grey can have her then. Fine. Whatever.