Rude - Grayson Dolan

30 - "a fierce love"

Angela

He was like an Angel. Some sort of a gift from above, however the devil sometimes haunted him, twisted with his mind and played with his heart. He would cry when he saw him in his nightmares, scream when he could hear his voice and wish to disappear when he made him evil. I figured he was just plain rude however his life had made him that way.

However, although the devil had somehow slid its way into his mind, I knew he was good and I knew he was kind even if it was deep down.

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His teeth chattered as his we waited to be seated. We weren't as dressed up as you should be if you came to this restaurant however with Grayson's name and his reputation, it wouldn't even matter if he wore a paper bag. I know he would still look flawless if he did wear one.

To apologise even further for what Grayson had done the other night, he proposed that he would take me back to the restaurant despite the fact that 'knock-off-boy' was a waiter here.

Grayson's eyes scanned the menu. His eyebrows furrowing as he read, almost as though he was struggling to read it.

I realised that we looked like a normal couple, wearing a pair jeans, a simple top and boots. I felt as though we fitted in and we didn't stand out or have strange eyes wandering our body that was practically covered in money as we drank half of people's wages, the rich liquid tasting like gold and I guess it was to some people. However, we were out casted as flashing lights that shone through the windows showed our true selves. We weren't a normal couple. We never would be.

"Am I that handsome that you just can't resist looking at me?" Grayson smirks, his hands setting down the leather bound menu and his eyes lift up to mine.

"You're so arrogant." I laugh, shaking my head as I look down to the menu not knowing what to order.

"I see you looking at me as a compliment." His large hand runs through his messy hair that he hadn't bothered doing as the tips of his fingers trace the swirls on the ivory table cloth.

"You don't get a lot of compliments, do you?" I ask, finding it almost sad that he hadn't had the support that I sometimes needed.

"People expect it from me." Grayson's broad shoulders shrug as his eyes look around the room as though he is avoiding my gaze.

I knew that he was expected to the best that he could be; flawless and perfect. However although I believed not a single being is either flawless or perfect, he was to me.

"I don't expect it." I confidently admit, his eyes narrowing as if he's testing me and challenging my words.

"Why?" He pushes, he back leaning back against the cushioned, black chair before his finger entwine together upon the table. "I guess you expect the worse in me so that I won't disappoint you."

"I expect the good in you because I know you are good."

"I'm not good. I'm selfish, careless and I destroy everything that is good." Grayson's chest deeply rises and falls as his voice is raised, his eyes pierce, not caring that people may be listening into the conversation. "But I do try to be good, for you."

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"Verona." I answer his question, my mind filling with all of the beautiful pictures I had seen of it and I grip my knife and fork harder as I cut into the thick, hot meat.