strings | Grayson Dolan

three

I KNOW THIS IS L8 & UNEDITED BUT LMAO HERE'S THE CHAPTER

Grayson's POV

I stand there staring for what felt like hours. I myself am not sure why. It's just something about the eeriness of the pitch black sky in contrast with this girl whom brings such innocence. I am too far away to see if she is still looking at me but as far as I am concerned, she is. I noticed that my heavy breathing stopped and there is no longer sweat cascading down my forehead. As I stand here under the flickering street light which give off the buzzing sound of electricity, I realize that the girl had gotten off of the swing and started to walk off of the mulch, into the grass and onto the paved sidewalk. Before my brain could catch up my mouth spoke.

"No don't go."

Her head snapped in my direction and she seemed at loss for words. "I'm sorry, I just meant i'll leave because you know, you were here first." I say cooly.

"Actually I need to get going." she says nervously.

"Why do I get the feeling that you don't have anywhere to go?"

Sam's POV

"Why do I get the feeling that you don't have anywhere to go?" The boy asks. I open my mouth to speak but it closed as fast as it opener.

"Because I don't." I reply. He laughs, his laugh is actually really beautiful. I smile at him.

"I like your laugh." My smile is quickly wiped off of my face and I put my hands on my newly heated cheeks. He laughs again.

"I like your smile."

There was silence for a few moments, neither of us knowing what to say. The silence wasn't awkward though, it was peaceful.

"I have a question." he speaks up, breaking the silence.

"Shoot." I say looking up at him.

"Why are you out here at 2:00 in the morning by yourself?" he asks with a hint of humor in his voice but the question was serious. I don't reply right away so he speaks up again. "You can trust me." the way those words rolled off of his tongue beyond my better judgment I believed him. So I told him. I told him about my mom being an alcoholic and her boyfriend hitting her, I told him about how my dad left my mom and I when I was 5, I told him about how my little sister lives with my grandma in florida and that my boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, that I was living with kicked me out because he didn't "love me" anymore. I poured my heart out to this boy that I just met in this old park at 2:00 am. Once I tell him all about myself and how i ended up here he proceeds to tell me about how he has a little sister that is 16 named Cameron and a twin brother named Ethan, but he doesn't talk nor see him anymore due to an incident that he wasn't ready to reveal to me, which i respect. He told me about how his parents are rarely home and how he basically raised his little sister. But as he was telling the story I couldn't help but notice that he seemed to be leaving a lot out, mostly about himself.

"What are you afraid to tell me?" I ask quietly. He opens his mouth, ready to speak but quickly shuts it and looks down at his lap.

"Tell me about yourself." I say sweetly trying to get him to open up more about him and his likes and dislikes and what he does with all of his time.

"At least tell me your name?" I ask hopefully.

"Grayson, my name is Grayson." He says now seemingly more closed off and careful.

"I should go." He says sharply standing up and walking away like we didn't just spend 3 hours sitting on these swings telling each other everything. Well i guess not everything.

What is he hiding?

peace out bitches🤑🤑🤑