apartment c - grayson dolan

chapter viii.

   It's been about a week since I've last seen or heard from Grayson. I was back to school and back to work, and I was just trying my best to keep up with everything. Grayson hasn't tried to contact me in anyway, so I've decided to just move on. He was probably very busy lately.

 I was now in Chinese studies, trying my best to focus on the board and what my professor is saying. I'm unbelievably tired for some odd reason. Even though I've slept about nine hours last night, I feel groggy and empty.

 I write down my notes as neat as I possibly can while trying to keep my eyes from closing. My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I glanced down to look at it.

gray dolan - where have you been?

I sighed, both with annoyance and relief. Not only am I being distracted from the board, I'm happy that Grayson is worried about me, even if it's been only a week.

laur solarin - I'm in class trying not to fall asleep. How have you been?

gray dolan - I'm doing fine, I just haven't seen you in a while.

laur solarin - I'll be home in about forty-five minutes, but I'll be either sleeping or working on Chinese.

gray dolan - if you want, I can help you, laurentine. I speak fluent Chinese.

I sighed, realizing how blessed I am with Grayson in my life.

laur solarin - yes please, I'll see you @ home.

gray dolan - I'll see you then, princess.

Princess. He actually gave me a cute nickname. I could feel my cheeks redden as my professor glances at me with soft eyes, as if to tell me to focus on the notes. I nodded softly, before picking up my pencil and continuing to write down my lecture notes.

"He called me Princess," I whispered, a smile across my face.

☼ 

"Hello," Grayson greeted me when I opened the door for him. I greet him back as he sat down on my couch next to my laptop. 

"I'm going to make some dinner for us," I told him, "it's chow mein and orange chicken with broccoli. Would you like that?"

"You can make Panda Express?" Grayson squealed, "Oh dear God, you're amazing." I chuckled, walking into the kitchen as he put my laptop onto his lap, turning it on.

"There's really good websites that help you out with Chinese phases, my teacher recommended it to me when I was in Beijing," Grayson told me as I got out the already chopped chicken and broccoli.

"You've been everywhere, huh?" I asked, grabbing a pan from inside the stove. 

"Hey, I've only been to France, Spain, Portugal, Brazil, Italy, China, Russia, South Korea, and South Africa," Grayson said sarcastically, "it's not like I've been everywhere."

I rolled my eyes, ignoring him for a bit as I began to fry the chicken. I watched it sizzle before stirring and then reaching for a pot to boil the noodles in.

Once the noodles were soft, I took out the chicken and put them in a serving pot before dropping the noodles into the pan to fry them. It's been about fifteen minutes, and Grayson hasn't even said a word, which is weird. Usually he hates the silence and starts a conversation, but he seems very focused on whatever he was doing on my computer.

After the noodles were fried and seasoned, I grabbed the two dishes and put them on the table with the plates and forks. Grayson still doesn't look up from the laptop, so I began to walk towards him. He finally noticed me before shutting my laptop off.