Celeste POV
We went up another small flight of stairs that opened to a small office area. I use it as an office but it doubles as a guest room. I pulled the cushions off the couch and struggled to pull out the bed that was tucked into the couch. Gray noticed and helped me.
"1, 2, 3." We both pulled and the bed flung out nearly on top of me but he pulled me out of the way.
"You saved me. I guess we're even now, huh?" He gave out a small laugh and ran this fingers through his hair. That's when I spotted the cut on his head. "Gray!"
"What? What happened?"
"You're bleeding!"
"Where?"
"On your head."
"What?" He began to feel around on his forehead.
"Don't touch it. Come here." He followed me down the stairs an into the my room again, where I had a first aid kit. "Sit." He sat at my desk chair.
"This chair is comfy, I might have to get me one." I didn't say anything because I was too focused on cleaning him up. When I touched his cut with the wet whip he gave out a small whimper then turned scarlet when I stopped and gave him a worrying look.
"Sorry." I muttered. I pressed on and cleaned the excess off then put a band aid over it.
"Great, now kiss it better." He joked. I kissed my index finger and tapped the band aid. He blushed again.
"Dinner is served!" I herd my dad from downstairs. We both jumped a little bit.
Gray POV
Thank God her dad called because if it was any quieter, she would have herd my heart beating out of my chest. Something about her made me crazy. Maybe it was the accent, I'm a sucker for a British accent and her's was soft and her tone of voice changed when she is at home. It's softer and she isn't as cold as I thought.
After dinner Celeste and I went into the guest bedroom and played Mario cart, which she is a beast at. I literally was in last place the whole time but in my defense, we were playing in the fastest mode and I'm not used to that one.
"Last round?" She asked as I huffed when I finally crossed the finish line.
"Fine, but if I win, you have to answer a question."
"What do I get if I win?"
"I'll answer a question of yours."
"Okay, fine."
"BUT. We play on 50cc."
"Ohhhh my gosh. Fine." She backed out of the menu and started a new map. The race began and I was so much better this round. I was actually in 2nd place, she was in 1st though, but I wasn't far off. I collected an item and launched the shell towards her, knocking her to 2nd and me to first. Thankfully it was the final lap and I crossed the finish line.
I let out a huge gasp. "I won! I actually won!"
"Congratulations, you have one question."
"Oh yeah. Um. well." I looked around, holding off for anticipation. "HOW DO YOU LIKE DEM APPLES? I WON, I WON. HA HA HA HA HA!" I began chanting. She started to laugh turned off her system.
"Your apples are rotten." She stood.
"Wait. Even though I won, you can have a question as well."
"Okay." She paused for a moment. "Why are your friends scared of me?"
"You're kidding right?"
"No?"
"Okay. They believe you've killed a man."
