Gold Rush

non believer

:* ୨୧ Gracelyn ୨୧ :*

March 10, 2005

"Come on, Grace, lay down a minute," Theo grabbed my arm as I pushed myself off his bed.

We'd been hooking up for a few days now and it pretty much went the same every time. Tear off each other's clothes, have very hot sex and then I race to put my clothes on and get the hell out of there.

"No," I shook my head, "No feelings, remember?"

He gave me a crooked smile, but pulled on my arm until I was laying next to him, "I remember, but can't we lay here with no feelings?"

I turned around to face him and sighed, "Fine, but I will not be falling in love with you, Theodore."

"Okay, Gracelyn," He chuckled, "I'm not asking you to, I'm just saying if we are going to fuck everyday I should at least know your middle name."

"Rosalie," I huffed.

"Pretty. Mine is Beckett," He nodded.

"Theodore Beckett Hayes," I laughed, "That sounds expensive."

"Says you, Gracelyn Rosalie Monroe."

"Okay, but I'm not rich," I shrugged, "You clearly are."

Theo's house was giant. He'd mentioned that his mam was dead and that his dad was some huge business man that had a lot of work in the fashion industry.

"Family money," He acknowledged.

A door closing somewhere in the house made me sit upright. I had a strict 'no meeting the parents' rule attached to all my hook ups.

"Who was that? Is your dad home?" I asked, pulling the blanket higher up my body.

"Nah," Theo shook his head, "He works crazy hours. It's probably one of my sisters."

"You have sisters?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Yup, two. Mia is thirteen and Ivory is eleven. Do you have siblings?"

Deciding to not unload my baggage on him, I replied, "No, it's just me. Addy is like my sister though."

"Ah yes, Caps sister," He nodded, "And Gibsie's 'dream girl'."

"Yep, that's her," I nodded, smiling at the topic of my best friend.

"Do you and Johnny have something going on?" Theo eyed me, "It's fine if you do, I just don't want to step on anyone's toes."

I wish!!

"Um, I might have a slight crush on him," I sighed, "But he's not interested."

"Well, he's an eejit," He scoffed, "Like a serious eejit."

"I'm glad we agree on that," I grinned, "But it's honestly fine. I don't do relationships either way."

"Are your parents divorced?" Theo asked, his hand casually moving onto my hip.

No, but they should be.