Never Expected (a Chandler Riggs/Grayson Riggs fanfic)

Vacation

7:30 am...
Grayson and I had awoken to a quite shocking surprise. My hand was on his chest, as soon as I noticed I backed up and fell of the bed. I turned red from embarrassment.
"Oh, my god. Grayson I am so sorry."
I got up from the ground and went to the washroom and toke a shower. After I brushed my teeth and changed my clothes. I placed the clothes into the laundry hamper and returned to Grayson's room.
"Hey Daniel, about what happened I wouldn't worry about it. When I was younger about six the same thing happened to me, I woke up to find my hand on my brothers chest. I was red for weeks." Grayson stated.
Grayson and I headed downstairs to find that we had blueberry chocolate chip pancakes waiting for us. They smelled devine. Grayson and I grabbed our plates and joined the family.
"This just in a local man has just broken out if jail, he's in his late thirties, Caucasian, 6 foot 1, has a five a clock shadow, and a shaved head. He is believed to have set fire to the set of The Walking Dead. If anyone has the whereabouts or knows the guy please contact the police immediately."
A picture of the person who did it appeared. It was a photo of my dad.
"We now go live to John Harris who is on scene, John."
"Thanks Julie. I'm standing here with the creator of The Walking Dead Robert Kirkman. Robert can we get your statement on this horrific event that has happened.
"Well, John I gotta tell you I'm just as surprised as anyone else. It actually breaks my heart to see that there is someone out there who absolutely hates The Walking Dead, what kind of thing drives someone to do this sort of thing. Now we're going to have to postpone any filming and to those who are in the show will be on a six week paid vacation."
"Back to you Julie."
"Thanks John. Fire fighters have now arrived on scene and will hopefully get this fire under control. More on this story at eleven."
I had finished eating my pancakes and I told everyone I knew who had done it.
Everyone waited for me to tell them who. I sighed.
"It was my dad. He did it." I announced. "I'm going to call the police, I don't care if he comes to hunt me down or the fact that he's my father. He needs to be turned over."
I immediately left the living room, headed back upstairs and into Grayson's room. I took out my phone, I went to go sit on the bed, and I finally made the call to 911.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"Actually I called because I know who lit the fire on the set of The Walking Dead." I replied.
"Ok. Can you tell me who?"
I wasn't sure if I wanted to take the fall or if I should rat out my father.
"Sir? Are you there?"
"Yeah, sorry." I responded.
I left the room and headed back downstairs. I put the phone on speaker and thank god the TV was off and everyone was silent.
"Sir. I need you to tell me who lit the fire."
"I-I did." I stuttered, before hanging up.