(A/N: Never thought I could get thousands of reads! Thank youuuuuu so muchh my beloved readers.^^ Anyways, this story is CLOSE to the ENDING.. Sorry again! BTW, I tried my best to make this chapter long but I think it wasn't worth your wait....)
Your P. O. V.
That should be me holding your hand
That should be me making you laugh
That should be me, this is so sad
That should be me, that should be me.
Anyways, the song playing on the radio was so beautiful. I love it thought it was a heartbreaking song. I feel pity for the guy who got hurt by the one he loved. Nah, forget that.
I put my earphones on and walked down the stairs and was surprised to see my dog licking Greyson’s face. I quickly removed one and angrily exclaimed, “What are you doing here?”
He put Berry on the shiny tiled-floor… “I’m here to visit you, obviously. And why would you get angry?”
“I’m not angry.” I said and flew past him. I went to the dining table to get my plate, spoon, fork and glass. I placed bacons and boiled egg on my plate. I ate my meal and that made me full while Greyson on the other hand was having fun with Berry.
I went near them and put my hands on my hips. I furrowed my eyebrows and Greyson made a question mark expression.
“What do you want again?” He said as he touched Berry’s nose.
“Give me my dog.”
“What if I don’t want to? Blehh!!!” He stuck his tongue out. Oh, so he’s testing my patience.
“MOOOOM!!! GREYSON WON’T GIVE BERRY!” I yelled.
“He’s the one to take care of your pet!” Mom yelled back. Oh great, just great -___-
I went to the backyard and sat on the swing. I’m not in the mood to talk and Greyson made it worse. I hummed the song that I listened on the radio earlier. As I was humming, I felt warm air on my neck….
I looked to my right side and…
“WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING HERE?” I immediately stepped backwards right when I saw Greyson who was sitting beside me who almost placed his head on my shoulder.
“Is it bad to be here?”
“I thought you were in the living room? And again, where’s my pet?”
“Oh, Berry? Well, I brought it to your brother’s room and placed it on the top of the bed.” I did a face palm. Damn! James would get mad at me again!!!
“The heck?!” I stood up and fell down on the grass because I tripped again -___-
“Let me help you.” He offered a hand but I manage to stand up without asking for his help.
“No thanks.” I smiled bitterly and looked at my wounded knee.
“God. Let me treat that.” He said and cured it with medicine. He wiped the blood with cotton and I can see the concern in his eyes. I stared at him for God knows how long and when he got finished, I apologized, “I’m sorry…”
He simply nodded as an answer but I added a few words that he couldn’t hear.
“…for being jealous even though I don’t have the right to be.” I muttered under my breath.
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FanfictionLoser /ˈlo͞ozər/ -One who cannot raise their social status easily. Idiot. A noun which belongs to YFN's set of nicknames in her school. Nah, she's used to it. Being treated like crap every day has been part of her routine. Yet her boring life gets...
