You're My Missing Melody - A Greyson Chance Love Story

Chapter 27: You're My Missing Melody

My eyes almost popped out of my head and I had to clear my throat. "What?"

Mom looked from me to Greyson, who was just as shocked as I was to hear her sudden opinion. "I think it would be best if you lived with Kendra."
"But why?" I asked, losing my interest in the delicious food before me. Greyson still hasn't said a word about it.
My mom looked at me before letting out a quiet sigh. "I've never seen you as happy as you are with Greyson. Seeing you heartbroken like that broke my heart, sweetie. You two have something I've never seen, and I don't want to keep that distant.
"I called Kendra and told her how I felt, and she agreed with me, but I said I wanted to hear your thoughts on it."
"But what about you?" I questioned her. "I absolutely would not want to leave you here alone... and I'd terribly miss you."
She chuckled a bit. "Well, I wasn't finished. My manager called me earlier this week and told me the head of the company loved my industrial design."
A smile painted on my lips. "That's great, but what does that have to do with this?"
"They want me to go to Los Angeles."
It almost was like reading it from the book how the two situations magically fit together. It had that sentimental unreal feeling, but I shoved that feeling away. I was getting the chance to live closer to my boyfriend who originally lived thousands of miles away from me.
"Permanently?"
"It depends on if they are impressed with my work or not." Mom was an internal design artist; she designed rooms. Bedrooms, dining rooms, kitchens, bathrooms, whatever. She actually gave me the idea for my room and helped me paint it. The exquisite cursive writing slanted differently along the walls, unlike most things I'd seen. I loved it.
"Before I said anything to them, I wanted to communicate with you and get your opinion."
"We'll of course I want to go." I said smoothly, squeezing Greyson's hand under the table. "For you and for Greyson; this town isn't for me anyways."
Greyson smiled. "So, you wanna go to LA?"
I looked over at him, letting out a mute laugh. "I wanna go to LA."
Planes and I have had a mixed emotions relationship. My first plane trip I was nervous and bored, not having much to do. But I met Greyson, and little did I know that would change my whole life. The second time was going to London, and even though it horribly drudging, I was with Greyson and that made it better. My third adventure on a plane, the ride back home, Greyson and I mainly talked about how we would deal with the distance between us, and our long distance relationship. Obviously, it never equaled out to be the way we had hoped it would, but I thanked God it worked out in the end.

This way my last day in Baltimore, now my new life begins in Los Angeles. The sunny days at the beach, the insane adventures I was bracing myself for. I would live them with Greyson now.
The plane ride there was peaceful, my head rested on Greyson's shoulder with his right earbud jammed in my ear. An old Fleetwood Mac record flooded my ears, and I smiled a bit, trying to cuddle closer to him. Our hands were connected, Greyson squeezing it every so often. For once in the last few weeks, I feel at peace, relieved, like no worries could come through my mind.
My mother sat in the row next to us, and sometimes I would glance out of the corner of my eye and see her smile at us. My moms support for Greyson and I's relationship meant a lot to me; I didn't know how she would take it when she found out I was dating the guy I had posters hanging in my room of. She seemed happy for me, and that was all I could ask.
Greyson would at times just kiss my forehead and cuddle me closer to him. We've grown so close over the past few months, it's almost insane, incredulous. But, my feelings for Greyson couldn't be denied. Maybe I accepted him too easily. But the more I thought about it, I realized Greyson would never cheat on anyone. He's been cheated on in the past, that should rebel him against it. He was a sweet boy, too sweet than I probably deserved. Often, I believed I never deserved Greyson. Or more like he deserved better than an average girl like me. The heart wants what the heart wants, there's nothing more to say I guess.
"Melody! Elizabeth!" The lovely voice of my dearest aunt rang isn't ears as I ran to receive the hug she was waiting to give me. Kendra and I were always close, and I think this past summer trip just made our bond grow stronger.

Mom hugged her dear sister and they chatted up a bit and laughed. Kendra was younger than my mom, and they haven't seen each other in God knows how long. Kendra moved out here when she turned 20. Now Kendra in her early thirties and mom in her mid-thirties, they still appeared like teenage girls who seem like they haven't talked the whole summer break.
Greyson chuckled and wrapped his arm around my waist. "So, this will officially be your new home, huh?"
I nodded my head, smiling. "I absolutely adored it here, and I'm excited to begin my new chapter here."
Greyson kissed my temple. "You know something?"
"What's that?"
"You were the missing melody in the song of my life." Greyson simply replied, pecking my lips. I giggled and was flattered by the compliment. And we said those same two sentences that never seemed to get old.
"You're such a cheesy romantic."
"And that's why you love me."