Grayson (Completed)

Chapter Twenty-Three

Okay, first, I must apologize.  It has been way too long since I have updated, but my life has been crazy busy!  A very small few of you might know that I'm in marching band, which takes up 85% of my free time.  Today was my first day of school (didn't get my schedule until today either, including locker, which sucks), and it was just a long ordeal.  And I must say, my free time is completely obliterated these days, so my updates will probably be very few and sporadic.  Thank you for understanding!

Second.  I don't know why I had a hard time writing this part, but I did, so don't hate me if it isn't good.  I make it a personal goal to have at least 2,000 words per update, and I've only just barely made it with this.  

Third.  This should really be first, as it is the most important.  I would LOVE to thank all my new readers for voting and commenting.  In a short amount of time, my story has gone into the double digits (in thousands) on reads, which is more than I ever thought I would accomplish.  Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you continue to like the story as much as you have so far.

Finally:  Can we just take a minute to appreciate this picture.  For those of you who are a member of the Facebook group (you know who you are!), happy Hunk Day!!!

Okay, this INSANELY long A/N is over.  :)

Love you guys, and thanks for reading!

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I drove.

I had persuaded Grayson – which meant I had stolen the keys to his truck and literally pushed him to my car – to let me drive us in my car to my old house. I had promised to let him drive part of the way, but let's be logical.

I know the roads we needed to take better than he did, and therefore, I could drive us there faster. Grayson didn't see my "logic" – he called it "insanity", I think – and glared at me for the first half hour of the drive while the CD player blared on about angels of small death and codeine scenes. I was shameless as I sang along, my nearly, but not-quite, tone-deaf sound echoing through the car as I grinned, wind whipping through my hair from the open window. Finally, with his eyes having never left me, gradually softening, Grayson cracked a smile at me and began to sing along with me.

I was a little surprised because of two things. One, he was actually a pretty decent, and two, he knew all the words to all the songs.

We stopped for lunch on the way, deciding on a cute little Mom and Pop diner, which actually had some of the best food I'd ever tasted. When we walked in, my stomach let out a growl worthy enough to be the battle cry of an ancient warrior. As my cheeks flushed, Grayson let out a low chuckle.

"I know you want to, but don't order everything off the menu," Grayson said in a quiet voice as we slid into the booth. I was wearing shorts, and my thighs immediately stuck to the cracked vinyl covering.

"Why?" I asked, actually wondering the answer. "People won't care what I order. Unless you're saying you can't pay for it?"

A laugh slipped out of his perfect mouth and he responded, "You automatically think I'm going to pay for lunch?"

I shrugged. "Well, we're in a relationship, and you're the guy, so, yeah." With his uncertain look I reassured him, "I'm joking. You pay for lunch, and I'll pay for the next meal. Unless it's at a really nice restaurant, and then we're splitting."

With a mocking salute off his forehead, Grayson nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

My nose wrinkled as I scrunched up my face. "Don't do that. It makes me think of my mom."