Dolan Bullies

Side Hoe

ASPEN'S POV.

The hospital had let me leave early in the morning, saying I was a lot better now and that I recovered from the crash.

Grayson was with me the whole time, never leaving my side and telling lame jokes the whole time.

We eventually arrived back at home, which I was thankful for because you can only stay in a hospital for so long.

"Hey are you hungry? I know the hospital doesn't really give the greatest food." Grayson smiled, chuckling as he was already going through the fridge.

"Yeah.. The only good thing was the drinks, who knew water could taste so good?" I shrugged, giving a small smile.

Grayson rolled his eyes playfully, then brought out eggs and some bread.

I walked over to him and peeked over his shoulder to see what he was doing.

"Since when did you cook?" I mused, poking his side, laughing as he squirmed around.

"Since I had to feed Ethan all the time because he's too lazy to get himself food." He replied, laughing as he flipped the egg over.

I laughed along, thinking over what he said, which was true, Grayson did cook a lot for Ethan.

That child needs help, the second he tries to cook something it'd probably catch on fire.

Grayson finished cooking, snapping me out of my thoughts as he put his creation together.

We both sat down at the table and enjoyed our meal he prepared then went to get dressed for the day.

He had told me we were going to do something special since I was released from the hospital.

"I hope you like bowling because I have signed us up." He smiled, holding my hands gently in his.

"I can't wait, this is going to be so much fun! I haven't gone for a long time." I replied, excited not only because we were going bowling, but it was with him.

Grayson grabbed the keys and we headed out to the car, he instantly turned the music on and we jammed out to Justin Bieber, Love Yourself.

As much as I wanted to say Grayson was a good singer, I couldn't.

I wasn't sure if his high pitches were on purpose or not, but I sure found it entertaining.

We soon enough arrived at the bowling alley, after a good amount of Justin Bieber jam outs.

"I really hope I don't suck, like I said I haven't been bowling in a while." I rubbed my arm nervously as we entered the building.

"Babe, you're going to do fine." He reasured me, but I didn't buy it.

We walked up to our lane, and tested out the balls to see which was the right weight for us to use.

Grayson went first automatically getting a strike and making me feel even more nervous than before.

"How often do you go bowling?" I questioned, glancing up at him.

"Maybe like every two weeks." He shrugged, smirking slightly.

"I'm going to look like a fool." I whined, stepping up to the lane.

"You can do it, I believe in you." He chuckled, pulling his phone out.

I took a deep breathe, slowly pulling back then releasing the ball.

It went straight into the gutter, shocker.