Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Grace's P.O.V.

"GRACE! NO!" I heard Mike yell as I left our room, running with all my might and strength, laughing so hard I was on the verge of collapsing, I couldn't breathe!

I eventually stopped running and turned around, pausing in the middle of the corridor, looking back, seeing Mike standing in the doorway, looking panicked with just the white towel around his tiny waist.

I decided to stop running all together, whether he liked it or not he was going to have to come out into the corridor to collect his pyjamas! I slung them casually over my shoulder and leaned a hand on the wall, staring at him, giggling, watching his facial expressions and searching for some kind of movement or response.

"Grace! Come back here!" He hissed loudly, pointing aggressively to where he was.

I put a hand to my ear, "Oh I'm sorry, what did you say?!" I shouted loudly, pretending I couldn't hear, I wanted to cause some commotion!

"Sshhh!!" He hissed, "Get back here!"

"I'm sorry?! Come again?!" I shouted, a little louder this time.

I heard a faint growl rumble in his distant throat, "BRING MY PYJAMAS BACK!!" He shouted.

"Bring them back?! I thought we'd already arranged this, YOU have to come and GET them, yes?!" I nodded my head.

He stared at me, his eyes burning right through me, as if he was trying to retrieve his pyjamas through brain powers or something.

He gathered that I wasn't going to give up anytime soon, his eyes closed, trying to calm himself down, leaning his head onto the doorframe until he made his next movement.