Senior Year with My Protector | Protector 1.2

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

       "Babe, are you almost done?" Grayson whined for what seemed like the tenth time. "You're taking forever!"

       "I'm sorry, but make up takes a while to put on," I told him.

       "I don't know why you're wearing make up," Grayson muttered. "You look perfect without it."

       "As much as I love that compliment, it's the Halloween dance," I reminded. "Make up is a part of it."

       Grayson snorted. "So lipstick and all that stuff is for Halloween? Weren't you wearing make up when you visited me in the hospital? I never knew that was Halloween."

       "You know, the more your complain, the longer it will take me," I said turning back to the mirror on my vanity table.

       "I'm just saying that I was ready half an hour ago."

       "Because you threw on a leather jacket, slicked your hair back, and called yourself a greaser."

       "I told you. My costume has to make me look sexy and face it. I look hella fine."

       I rolled my eyes. "If you don't stop talking, I'll poke your eye with my eye liner."

       Grayson got off my bed and walked to me, bending down so we were at the same height. "How's your back?" he asked.

       "Still hurts," I replied, putting on my eye liner.

       "And you're going to the dance because....?"

       I sighed. "Grayson, Halloween is really fun. The dance will be fun, trust me. Now stop whining so I can concentrate."

       Grayson did stop, thankfully. He flopped back down on my bed, looking at something on his phone. When I finished putting on all my make up, I turned to Grayson. "I'm ready," I said.

       It took a while to find costumes that corresponded in some way because I really wanted to win the best couple costume. Grayson was dead-set on going as something that made him sexy. So, he was going as a greaser and I was going as a sock hop, both from the 50's.

       Grayson turned off his phone before turning his head to face me. "You look smoking, babe."

       "Funny," I said sarcastically, grabbing his hand and pulling him up from me bed. "Come on. Ready to go?"

       Grayson placed his free hand in his pocket and felt around before nodding. I furrowed my eyebrows, so he pulled his hand out and revealed a small pill bottle for his antidepressants when he wasn't going to be home to take it. "We'll be at the dance when I have to take this," he told me.

       "You're taking them again?" I asked with a smile.

       "Yeah," he said. "If both you and my doctor think it's best for me, then I'm going to trust the two of you."

       "Thank you," I said. "Now let's go."

       I pulled him out of my bedroom and down the stairs. Mom was in the kitchen and peeked out once she heard us coming down. "Aw, the two of you look so adorable!"

       "Mom, we're not adorable," I said.

       Mom swatted her hand. "Oh, whatever. Have fun. And Grayson, please have her home by twelve."

       "Absolutely," Grayson said before we walked out of my house.

       We got to the dance about ten minutes after it started. I didn't want to show up too early and Grayson didn't want to show up at all. He was complaining almost the whole way there. It was funny because he was the one driving -his sister's car since his was still getting repaired- and he could have turned around anytime.