When a parent dies, it leaves a hole in the center of your chest. The hole will always be there but over time the pain will ease. When you watch the person who inspires you to become a dancer dies suddenly; your passion for dancing dies with them. W...
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For some unknown reasoning Gray offered me a ride home. I could easily ride with Lorelei and Jackson but for the same unknown reasons I agreed to Gray. I accepted his offer. Right now I feel like we're in a confusing stage in being acquaintances. He keeps letting off mixed signals and here I am trying to decipher his crossed signals. I have been trying my best to just speak to him at a minimal. He wanted to acquaintances. I mean he made his point come across well enough to not try to move to the friend zone. Last time I checked acquaintances don't lend rides home to each other. At least I don't believe they do. So here he is giving off his mixed signals again.
"So?" He asks in the silence of his truck.
"So?" I repeat back.
"How has work been?" He tries to start a conversation. Gray actually trying to start a conversation for once.
"Which job? Crime Scene Specialist, Dance instructor, or the diner?" I ask back.
"That's right you have three jobs. All three I guess." He states.
"Crime scene is slow at the moment. Dancing has been a little busy. We have sign ups starting soon. The diner is well the diner. How's the fire department?" I respond vaguely.
"It's good. A few brush fires and car fires. Nothing too serious." He answers.
"Why are you suddenly interested in how things are in my life? It's never interested you before." I suddenly get the courage to ask.
"Just trying to have a conversation Pheebs." He replies with a chuckle. This is no laughing matter Grayson. I am not about to get whiplash when I decide to talk to you tomorrow and get the cold shoulder again. It won't happen.
"You never have conversations with me. You never been the one to start them either." I mumble. I hear him sigh before the seat next to me.
"Look Pheebs, I'm just trying to get the journey to your house less boring. If starting a conversation helps, then I'm going to have the small talk to pass the time." He responds with his normal grunt at the end.
"How's the girls?" I question. If he wants a conversation, the girls is the best way to have one. He loves his girls and it's easy for him to talk about. I adore the three angels so it's a win win in my books.
"Oakleigh is still her daredevil self. Came home the other day to her hanging from her jungle gym set." He says with a hearted laugh. "Avery is her usual artistic self. She loves to paint and draw. Yesterday I came home to her with paint in her hair, on her face, and her handprints across my walls." He let's a small chuckle out.
"You kept her handprints didn't you?" I comment.
"Of fucking course I did. One, it's a masterpiece. For two, it'll embarrass her when she gets older and I show her boyfriend her 'art' work." He comments back. That little snot head. He wouldn't dare do that to Avery.
"Sydney is always dancing away. I swear my phone is full of her dancing away. I might just have to sign her up for dance or something." He finishes.
"Well, your babysitter sounds like she can't handle three girls." I mumble out, hoping he didn't hear me.
"I'm thinking about finding a new babysitter. I feel like three is too much for her. She's has a wild daredevil, a sneaky artist, and an energetic dancer to watch. I think most days they're too much for her. Especially when you have all three of them being mischievous together at one time." He says.
Did he hear what I had said?
"Hopefully you find the right one to watch those angels." I comment back.
"Hopefully I will one day but for now she's all I have." He answers. As he parks in my driveway. I go to get out my opened door when a hand stops me.
"Friends?" He says more as a question. Like I said we're in that awkward and confusing acquaintance stage and here he is asking for friendship. Well here goes the awkward stage in friendship I guess. I hop out the truck without answering him yet.
"Friends." I call over my shoulder as I close the door.
I wander what how this friends stage will be?
A disaster?
Probably.
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