Age Is Just A Number (A Blake Griffin Story)

Chapter Ten--Accident

 Hey guys :) I'm on vacation right now and I wrote this on the plane. I hope you guys like it ♥  And also read my previous chapter :)              

                           QUEENS

"Dana, honey. Oh god how I've missed you. Wait let me get your bags."

"Hey grandma I missed you too. No let me carry my bags."

"Ok honey. Come on. My car's this way."

We went to her car and she drove off.
My grandma's not the youngest anymore but she's definitely not the slowest.
I swear she was going with 90 through the city.
Finally after a very scary and fast car ride we arrived at home.

"So Dana. You know where your room is and dinners ready in... wait let me see... I think in 1 hour. So you can change and put your things in your room."

"Thank you grandma."

I went to my room in which I stay when I'm here and unpacked a few things and changed into some sweatpants and a t-shirt. Then I went downstairs to help my grandma.

"Hey grannie."

"Hey sweetie. I'm making smashed potatoes and steak. And I also have pie for you. But first tell me how are you and for how long are you planning to stay here?

"I'm fine but I could be better though.  That's why I came here and I'm going to stay for three weeks. If that's ok for you."

"That's great. I'm actually really happy that we're reunited again. You were really busy this year and I hadn't had the chance to see you. But what brought you to me, sweetie?"

"Well in the past few weeks I've gone through some... problems......"

So I started telling my grandma about Alex and about Anna. After that topic was done I started talking about Blake. Yeah I told her everything about him. My feelings for him. How close we got. Detentions. And the car rides. She told me that if I have feelings for him, I should tell him or make a move even tho he's 8 years older. I mean my grandpa was 9 years older than grannie and they met at a young age too.
We talked on for like forever. It was soo good to talk to her. I mean I don't have Anna anymore and my mom's not the best listener in the world.
By the time it was already 11 pm.

"Ugh grandma I'm going to bed."

"Goodnight sweetie. But I have one question? Did you get free from school?"

"Oh, mom did it. She talked with the principal that I'm physically not in the best state and that I need to get some rest and they allowed it. But only for three weeks."

"Ok. Sleep well."

"You too grannie. Oh and dinner? Mhhhhh it was delicious."

   *SUNDAY, THREE WEEKS LATER *

"By grandma. I'll call you when I'm in LA. Take care."

"Ok honey. Oh and don't forget what I told you about Blake."

"Yes. I won't."

I got into the bus and it immediately drove off.
I plugged my earphones in and thought about the last three weeks at my grandma.

The first week I stayed at home. We baked and cooked. I also helped her at home. I cleaned the house and the garden. The second week was not so boring. Grandma went to the city with me and bought me sooo many things. A flower dress. A skirt. A few blouses and two pair of shoes.

She even went to the hairstylist with me. The third and last week was the best. We went camping for three days. The camping place was on some kind of island 50 kilometers from Queens and it was located on a lake. We ate marshmallows and did a barbecue. And on the last three days we talked and shared some good laughs. We also talked about Blake again and she gave me some really good advice. Before we even knew it, it was Saturday. I packed my last things and grandma told me some good old stories of hers. On sunday as we said goodbye she started crying which resulted in me crying too.