With you

chapter eight.

It has been two weeks since I went to go see Ana. I still haven't heard anything about her, and it still hurts like someone stabbed me in the eyeball. With the help of my friends I am slowly recovering, very slowly though. Gracie and I have hung out everyday since we met, if I was working down at the club she would go and have a drink while we talked, or if it was all four of us; Andrew, Lila, Gracie, and I. Sometimes it would be just me and her, we never did anything, watched a movie at the apartment, walked in the park, went to the Hollywood sign, or even go to a bar.

It didn't matter if Gracie and I went to six flags or if we sat in my room while she strummed the guitar, no matter what we did, it was fun. I learned a lot of stuff about her, and she didn't tell me any of them. I noticed every three days, she wore something pink; either it be pink shirt, a pink tank top, a pink sweater, a pink clip in her hair, pink converse, pink vans- every three days she never failed to wear the color pink.

When I asked her why she blushed a crimson color, shaking her head and saying “My mom thought pink was a color for ladies, she wore it every three days to remind herself, to act like a lady sometimes. She was a bit of a tom-boy” She smiled, and I smiled, and then she went back to the guitar. I learned Gracie had a secret obsession for Call Of Duty, Black Op’s. She came over every day, and played Zombies for 6 hours straight, she was a beast. Andrew tried playing her at Mortal Kombat as well, she slaughtered him, claimed it was the first time she has ever played. I also learned that when she said the word 'told' it came out sounding like 'toad'- it is very cute. She also has the smallest dimple on her left cheek, that came out when she laughed.

One thing she failed to tell me was that she was allergic to red peppers, so one night a few friends, plus Gracie, came over to eat, Andrew made chicken breast with red peppers. She ate them not knowing what was in the food and her face blew up like a balloon. We had to take her to the hospital to get her treated. It was weird though, everyone knew her there, well not everyone but a few nurses smiled and waved, and a doctor came and asked her how she has been. She looked at me nervously before waving off the doctor. We ended up staying at the hospital for the rest of the night, only getting out at about three am. I asked her why were were there for so long as she just told me it was 'standard procedure' . Then I asked her how she was so well known and she said 'I am a klutz' , but I have never seen her fall.

I shook off all those notions and speculations right away because we then went back to her apartment and watched a movie. We feel asleep on the couch. He sister was not too happy about that, considering it was the first time she met me. She was a spitting image of Gracie, but I couldn't decide if she was more, or less pretty.

Anyways it is me, Gracie, Andrew, Lila, Peter (a guy from work), Sarah (A girl from school) and David (another guy from school), we were all out eating lunch at a little pizza joint down town discussing what I should do for my twenty-fourth birthday that was in a week when the color drained from Gracie's face. I was the only one who noticed because I was already looking at her, the rest of the group kept talking.

“No no no, I say we all take a trip to Vegas and hit up the..” but tuned out what David was saying because I was looking at Gracie, and how she got up from the table and started to walk to the exit. Of course, I got up and followed her, I caught her arm just before she walked out of the door. “Where are you going, you look like you have just seen a ghost” I say.

She turned to me, her blue eyes wide and a faint smile on her lips. She studied me for a while, looking into my eyes, narrowing her own, before sighing. “I see Ryan over there, at the motorbike shop” she said, pointing across the street to a little shop that had motorcycles park out front. I looked but didn't see anyone, so I am guessing he went inside. “I just have to talk to him about something..” She trailed off, looking back across the street.