On thin ice

E i g h t

~greyson~

Two years ago:

Blue,yellow,green.Nigh,day,big,small.Pads,tampons,I don't even know what the fuck these are,different pads, different tampons.How many different options are there.

I open my phone to text my sister about which one of these many options she has because I have no fucking idea.

"Sorry sir, I don't want to insult you or anything,but you look very lost,"a soft voice comments, and my chuckles flow through the target aisle.

"Not insulting me because I definitely am," I admit as I cross my arms studying the shelves filled with period products.

Her laughing makes me spin around and I meet a pair of stunning eyes and a massive smile.Oh god,she is absolutely gorgeous.

It's been exactly one week since I walked Emma home.

One week since she turned me down.

It's been one week since I asked her to stay.One week of her consuming my thoughts.

I so badly want to kiss her that night. I still want too. I can't deny that I have been bad at drawing the line in Charlotte and I's relationship these past couple of months. I have been pushing putting a stop to our drunk make out sessions because I didn't see the harm in it.They were fun and meaningless for me and even though Charlotte tells me she feels the same,I'm starting to doubt it.Because it's dragging out something we know isn't working.Emma told me that I might hurt Charlotte,so I took a step back.Not that it made it any easier.

I walked Emma home and kept my distance,which I am pretty sure she appreciated.Or at least I hope she did because it was so fucking hard not to kiss her goodnight.

But she simply thanked me and closed the door behind her,leaving me alone with just my thoughts.

"Need any help?"she asks as she picks up a couple of boxes that I have been studying.Then she strolls over to her shopping cart crossing something off her list.

"I texted my sister but like I said, I'm completely clueless."as if she is listening,my phone buzzes. I focus on Olivia's text,then to the shelf,then back to my phone,and then to Emma,who is just standing there biting her lip to stop herself from laughing.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"Me?no, I wouldn't dare."sarcasm in her voice.

I narrow my eyes on her,causing her to bite down more to stop the laugh,which she is failing at miserably.

"I'm sorry,sorry. I'll make it up to you." She apologises,not being able to wipe the smile off her face. "What does she need?"she takes her phone out of my hand so that she can read the text.Without saying anything, she walks past me and grabs some boxes, and hands them to me. "Anything else you need?"

A date.With you hopefully.

"I don't think so." I answer instead. "Anything we need to cross off on your list?"

At my question,she furrows her brows and bites her lip as she walks over to the piece of paper on her cart.Her eyes skim over it. "I still need strawberries,blueberries,Carmel,pasta, and some vegetarian burger patties."

I stroll behind her as I let my curiosity take over. "Wait,are you vegetarian?"

She shakes her head. "No,but my mom is,so on the weekends I have to eat vegetarian."

I stop and let an old man past before rushing after her to continue our conversation.She has small legs but she can walk fucking fast. "What about weekdays?"

"Occasionally,but my mom isn't home before dinner most weekdays." She slows down when we get to the fruit and veg aisle,she stops at a glass door that seems to have what she needs.

"What does she do for work?"I let my hand rest on cart.

"She's a business manager,"she answers as she inspects the different packs of strawberries. "What do your parents do?"

"My dads a captain of a mega yacht ,my moms a chief stew."at my answer,she turns,brows raised as if she didn't expect that.

"I imagine they are never home."

When I was younger my parents didn't have the privilege that they do now about choosing there own schedule now.They would be gone for a couple of days when my sister and I were sound asleep.However,the older they got the more power they had on their own schedule.Which meant we got to see them more.

"They do have busy work schedules, but over the years they got easier working hours, so I wouldn't say they aren't home at all. They mostly do weekend charters so that they can be home during the week,although my dad wants to do some longer charters recently."she pushes her chart ahead into another aisle,looking over at me once in a while to make sure I know that she is still listening.

Or at least, I hope that is what she is doing.

"Doesn't that come with him being away for a week at a time?" She questions.

"Yeah,but he won't until Olivia and I have gone to college.Mom doesn't want him to miss us "growing up'." I copy my moms using air quotes,laughing at the memory of the look on my dads face when she told him he couldn't go. 'I didn't know my children are still 8 and 6' my dad argued.

"Yeah,you still have a lot of growing up to do."her teasing comment snaps my back to reality.

"If you're talking about my baby face then I'm deciding to simply ignore it to save my heart from breaking."she raises her brows at my statement.

"Your heart?"her giggle makes my mouth want to break into a smile.

"My heart," I confirm with my hand on my heart.

"Are you calling me a heartbreaker,Greyson Johnson?"her eyes full letting me drown in them.Her lips in a soft smile that makes me feel warm inside.

If I don't watch out I think you might be.