Things Change

Part 21:

"You wanna go eat?" Grayson asks. I grunt in agreement tossing my bags into the trunk of my car. "Where to?" He asks. I toss him the car keys not wanting to drive anymore. I was whooped. We bought a lot of clothes and several useless items here and there. If it looked good, we bought it. I didn't keep track on how much we spent. "When do you think he'll notice we took his wallet?" I ask Grayson. He shrugs his shoulders starting the car. "Soon, I'm guessing." He states. I rest my legs on the dash board as he drives down the street. "What are you in the mood for?" He asks. "Hmm, tacos." I say happily. "Tacos? Really? After a day of being naughty you want to tacos?" He asks teasingly. "Naughty?" I ask with a smile. He glances over at me. "Yes, naughty." He repeats. I lean towards him and smirk. "I like the way you say naughty." I whisper. "Say it again." He rolls his eyes at me but leans in. His lips brush against my ear. "Naughty." He whispers in a weird voice. I couldn't help but laugh at him. I sit up straight and give him a playful push. "Okay. Seriously, what do you want?" He asks. "Tacos. I wasn't kidding. I'm in the mood." I say. Grayson grunts but pulls into a local Taco Loco. I love the tacos from this place. He parks the car and turns it off dramatically. I roll my eyes at his behavior and climb out of the car. Grayson mimicked my moves and follows me to the door. He pulls it open and allows me inside first. The smell of Mexican food hits my nose. I take a deep breath. We take a seat at a table near the door. "I can't believe that you're making me eat here." Grayson states looking around. "You don't like Mexican food?" I ask. His gaze meets mine. "Never had it." He admits. I couldn't help but smile. "You'll like it I promise." I assure him. A women with dark brown hair walk towards the table. She offers us a smile as she sets the menus down. "What would you like to drink?" She asks. "Uh, yes can I have a red Jarrito?" I ask. She nods looking at Grayson. "Um, yeah, I'll have the same." He said. She nods again and walks away. "So, what's good?" He asks opening up the menu. I don't open mine because I already know what I want. "You could try the Tostadas." I say. Grayson looks up at me and gives me a small smile. "You speak Spanish?" He asks. "Me? What? No." I say embarrassed. "When did you learn it?" He asks. I look down at my menu. "I had a friend who could speak Spanish. She taught me a few things." I say. Grayson lets out a little chuckle. "So you can speak it." He assumes. I give him a small nod. The waitress comes back setting our drinks on the table. "What can I get for you?" She asks. "I'll have Tostadas." I say. She writes down my order and looks at Grayson. "Oh, same." He says. A smile appears on her face. She grabs the menus and walks off. I take a sip of my soda. "So, tell me about yourself." Grayson speaks up. "What?" I ask laughing. "You heard me." He replies. I make a face at him. "You already know me." I say. "Yeah, the basics. I want to know about you." He replies. "Like what makes you sad, what makes you happy, your weird habits." He adds. I look at him unsure. "Come on," He presses with a smile. I take a drink of my soda. "Fine." I grumble. "Uh, what do you want to know?" I ask. "What makes you sad?" He asks. I look away from him down at my feet. "Two things, war movies. I love watching them even though I know I'm gonna cry. Second, the end of things. Someone's life, a good book, a relationship, or a cake." I say with a laugh. Grayson smiles. "Happy." He states. "I don't know a lot of things make me happy. It all depends on what it is." I answer. "If you had to pick." He states. "If I had to pick? Then it would be a random spontaneous day." I answer. Grayson nods slowly. A knowing smile appears on his face. "Alright, your strengths." He asks. I roll my eyes at him. "What is this an interview?" I ask. He shakes his head. "Just answer the question." He remarks. I think for a moment. "I'm a good navigator." I say. He gives me a strange look but doesn't say anything else on it. "Can you cook?" He asks. I shrug my shoulders. "Depends. I always burn grilled cheese." I answer. He chuckles at me. "Okay, this is one of the most important questions ever.." He pauses dramatically. I watch him intently waiting for him to ask. "Have you ever considered running for president?" He breaths out. I raise my eyebrow at him. Really that's what he wanted to ask. "No I can't say I have but I could be the president of this club." I reply gesturing between the two of us. "What club?" He asks. I lean in so only he could hear me. "The revenge club..it's very exclusive." I whisper. He also leans in. "I guess you are president then." He whispers. I lean back when the waitress comes back with our food. She sets it down in front of us. "If there's anything else..just ask." She reminds us then walks away. I pick up my tostada and take a bite. The familiar taste runs down my throat. "Okay, let's go on. Can you hola hoop?" He asks. I swallow the food in my mouth. "Yes, I can." I answer. He nods thoughtfully. "What's the saddest song you ever hear?" He asks. I shrug my shoulders. "I have yet to hear it..but seriously are we done? Do I get the job?" I joke. He smiles at me. "Well after some very intense calculations...yes you have the job." He replies. I shake my head at him taking another bite of my food. We fall into a comfortable silence for a few minutes. "So it's my turn to ask." I announce. He agrees by nodding. "When you were little what did you want to be?" I ask. "A fireman." He replies. "What about now?" I ask. He shrugs his shoulders. "Yet to be determined."
"Okay, who was your first crush?"
"Easy..this girl named Nina. She was really cute with her piggy tails. I went wild when I see them but I haven't seen her since we moved away from her house." He states. "What's your blood type?" I ask. His eyes widen. "Why do you want to know that?" He asks. I shrug my shoulders causally. "Well I'm AB+" He answers. I smiles to myself. "You're not planning to kill me are you?" He asks.
"Depends." I say with a smirk.