elevator - gd

13

V A L E R I E

When Grayson walks down the stairs, I already have my luggage packed and at the door. I finish the cereal without even taking a glance at his direction and he looks almost as confused as he did earlier this morning.

Once I'm done with my breakfast I set my bowl in the sink and tie up my shoes. Ethan was well aware that I was leaving by now and had offered to drive me here, I kindly accepted.

I sat on one of the high chairs, my headphones in my ears. I was still mildly tired and my hair was in a bun. I had on leggings and a t-shirt and a pair of complimentary flip flops from the lobby downstairs were the comfiest shoes I could find.

Ethan hops down the stairs, checking his phone as he grabs a bowl of cereal as well. Grayson gives us both a confused glare before his tiny brain finally comprehends that I'm leaving in less than 15 minutes and he should probably hurry his immature little ass if he wants to come along and drop me off.

He sprints up the stairs and comes back down just as Ethan begins hauling my luggage out the front door.
"Hey, I'm coming with you guys."

I sigh, not in the mood to talk to him. I hadn't talked much the entire day except to Ethan when I announced that I was leaving. He didn't even seem surprised by my actions.

As we walk down the stairs of the hotel I feel a weight lift from my shoulders. The goosebumps on my skin have vanished and I feel better. The silence is no longer every but peaceful. I lean against the window of the passenger seat and lean my head against the palm of my hand.

My thoughts are clouded as we pull into the parking lot and I grab my bags from my back seats, Grayson trying to assist me. His jaw clenches as I tank my duffle bag from his strong grip and I force myself not to think about him any longer.

The walk towards the check-in line is completely silent, except our thoughts seem to scream. I don't want to leave because of Grayson anymore, I'm doing this for myself. My lips purse as I hand my ticket to one of the men at the lines and they board my luggages.

This isn't sentimental, I don't feel a thing. My emotions don't tug at my heartstrings and my tear ducts stay completely dry as if I wasn't even close to a reason to cry. I stand in the line awaiting passage when I turn to Ethan.

He'd been sitting down alongside Grayson as I signed in. I sat on the opposite side of him and sighed.
"Hey, I'm so sorry for all of this."
I apologize.

"It's nothing, Val. I totally understand." He smiles.

We sit and talk, not paying attention to Grayson who's furiously typing on his phone. We ignore the sound of the intercom and the people around us. We talk, about things we wouldn't normally talk about and I knew for a fact I would miss Ethan.

He continues to stay humorous throughout this time and I bite my lip to stop myself from maybe crying a little. I sigh as the line begins to shorten and the name of my plane calls loud against the speakers.

"Flight 1738 now departing to Georgia."
( fetty wap )

I sit up, rubbing my hands against my legs before lunging at Ethan and giving him a hug. We hug tight and I embrace the feeling of comfort for the first time in this entire dilemma, and of course I started to cry.

Not because of Grayson, because of Ethan. Because Grayson was so clueless to care about anything else, his brother had to take the superior step up and fix the problem that was all caused by one simple mistake: the elevator.

He lifts me up lightly and I sob in his shoulder as the second calling of my flight goes off. I lift my head and wipe my eyes, hoping my head doesn't begin to hurt.

( am i the only person that gets severe headaches after i cry ?)

I look to Grayson, and he looks as if he's anticipating something to happen. I pull on my backpack before walking to him and giving him a much softer hug. I set my head on his shoulder, and he hugs me harder. I cough lightly and whisper in his ear,

"I'm not going to miss you, dickhead."

He scoffs before turning his head to my neck, causing us to be in the position in which we were not too long ago. When there were no problems and I wasn't at the verge of tears all of a sudden, the moment when I didn't feel the urge of slapping Grayson and instead felt the thoughts of pleasure.

I let out a breathe as he moves his lips to my ear and chuckles,
"These hickeys sure will."

I almost dry heave as I roll my eyes and give him a weak smile, confused on why all of a sudden we were getting along. I turn and hug Ethan one more time before boarding the plane, the space was clear.

The weights on my shoulders had vanished, I was back to normal. I slid into my seat and set my backpack in front of me before pulling out my phone realizing I'd already received a text from both Ethan and Grayson.

Ethan: be safe on ur flight, goober.

Grayson: I'll wait until u start to miss me again.

I huffed at Grayson's response, if he only knew that I would forget about him before the airplane even lifted off.

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