Enemy or Lover? (Greyson Chance FanFiction)

Chapter 9: What are you two doing?

Your POV:

I was all prepared for going out but suddenly my mom didn't approve with my dress.

Your mom: Don't wear this honey. It doesn't suit for a date.

You: It's okay, mom.

Your mom: Here. *lends you a dress* Wear that.

You: Seriously? Mom, you know that I don't like wearing girly colors.

Your mom: It's not girly. It's cute.

You: And mom, I'm not even serious about this date.

Your mom: Come on. Wear it. Please..

I figured something so that I could get out of the house not wearing the new dress that my mom designed. 

You: Oh. Mom. Greyson called me. He said I gotta go now.

Your mom: Aww. Really?

You: *nods*

Your mom: Okay.

Your dad: Wait. I'll take some picture. Smile. *takes a picture*

You: Okay. Okay. I'll go now. Bye!

Your mom: Have a nice date! *smiles*

Your dad: Go get him tiger. *winks*

You: *fakes a smile*

Atlast, I went out of our house. I looked at our door while smiling. That made me walk backwards. Suddenly, I felt someone, holding the back of my clothes. I stopped walking. And then I was being pulled I pinched the hand that was pulling me. He threw me in the car and sat beside me.

Third Person's POV:

Greyson: That hurts, you know. *rubbing his hand*

You: It's you again! Stop kidnapping me!

Greyson: I just want to surprise you. *smiles*

You: Don't smile at me just like that!

Greyson: Alright. I'm sorry. Okay?

You: *scoffs* Okay. Accepted.

Greyson: So, where do you want to go first?

You: Wherever you want.

Greyson: Come on. I'm not the lady here. So tell me where do you want to go.

You: Home.

Greyson: *sighs* Alright. *goes closer to the driver and whispers*

You: Where will we go?

Greyson: You'll know it when we get there.

You: Alright.

Greyson: Come here.

You: What?

Greyson: Come here. *taps on the seat next to him*

You: No thank you. I'm fine here.

Greyson: Come on. I helped you. That's being unfair.

You: Och. Alright. *sits beside Greyson*

Greyson: *smiles*

You: *glares at Greyson*

After a few minutes, the limo stopped.

You: Where is this?

Greyson: I don't know if I could answer your question but all I can say is, it is the five-star restaurant that our company provided.