Just my roommate

7) Sing

I woke up confused, and kind of regretful being held by Kyle. But I wasn't mad at myself for doing what I did. His tattoos were exposed and his eyes were still sealed shut. I grab my phone from his nightstand to check the time, and Grayson had blown up my phone.
Grayson missed call (17)
  Grayson voicemail (6)
  Grayson missed FaceTime (11)
  Grayson: are you dead?!?
  Grayson: helloooooooo
  Grayson: I KNOW YOU HEAR ME
  (+32 other messages)
  I sigh and swiftly peel myself out of Kyles arms to call Grayson. He's honestly like a mother sometimes and it drives me insane.
I grab my bra and underwear as I dialed his number. I set it on speaker phone so I could get dressed. He picked up after one ring.
"Where have you been? Are you okay? Are you dead? Hello?" He asked quickly.
"I'm at Kyle's, I'm fine, and I'm not dead yet. Hi."
"Why did you sleepover?"
"Why do you think. I'll be home soon, chill. Is Ethan there?"
"Yes, Ethans here. Don't scare me like that again. Be careful. See ya soon."
I hung up at his words, and I felt strong arms wrap around my waist. Kyle's breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine.
"Good morning gorgeous. Want me to make you breakfast?" He asked while swaying my hips with his hands. I smile and look back at him, pecking him on the cheek. He smiled.
"You missed." He whispered. I roll my eyes and kiss him on the lips, this time longer.
  "I have to go. Last night was a lot of fun." I said as I fixed up my clothes. He pouted and I laughed at his over dramatic action.
  "Who says you have to go? Since when is he the boss of you." He asked which somewhat shocked me.
  "I have the rehab stuff to work out with my Dad. Remember?" I answered trying to avoid the fact that Grayson does tell me what to do a lot.
  He nodded his head in understanding, and he walked me to my car. We kissed goodbye, and I left with a huge rush in my veins.
   But my happiness faded into worry at the thought of putting my dad in rehab. I mean he's been there before but it never really worked out.
  When I got home I heard my own singing coming from Grayson's room. I slowly walk there, and find Ethan and Grayson watching a YouTube video called "Catherine Quinn the world famous shower singer." The screen showed our shower curtain and my silhouette. I felt really self conscious and that wasn't great of Grayson to do.
"Grayson... I don't want stuff like that of my body up for everyone to see." I said, causing him and Ethan to turn their heads. They looked at each other confused.
"Cath, you have an awesome body. You're so skinny and you have a butt and boobs any boy would love." Grayson said as his eyes wandered to my boobs. I crossed my arms over my chest and laughed.
"I didn't know you could sing. Everyone loves it. We didn't upload it but somebody did from Grayson's full snapchat story" Ethan said while scrolling through the comments.
I sat on the chair with Grayson, causing us both to kind of hang off of the small seat. I felt him looking at me, but I was just scrolling through the comments.
"A hickey?" He asked touching my neck, his voice cracking. I grabbed my phone and opened the camera, noticing a large dark hickey right under my ear. I didn't even know he gave me one.
I blushed and smiled innocently, making him roll his eyes quickly. I sighed and walked to my room to google somewhere for rehab.
After about a half an hour later, I found a really nice place about half an hour from here. I called them, and they said they could pick him up from the hospital. That was so relieving to me, since I didn't want to see him for a long time. The one problem was, it was really expensive.
The drive was already about half of my budget and I don't know what to do.
And all of a sudden, my ukulele catches my eye from the corner of my room. And I get an idea.
I switch sites to YouTube and create a channel, making a bomb selfie my profile picture. I set a picture of a sunset for the banner, because why not.
Ethan and Grayson have their camera in the living room, and I knew how to use it from working behind the camera in a bunch of videos.
"Ethan, Grayson can I use your camera?" I yell out already leaving my room.
"Why?" They yelled back simultaneously. They do that so many times, and it's starting to creep me out a little bit.
"I wanna make a singing video to pay for my dads rehab. He's broke so I have to. Please?" I yell grabbing the camera. There were so many buttons on it that now seem simple to me. The tripod was leaning on the wall and I grab that too.
They walk in the room at the same time and catch me stealing their filming equipment.
"We can film for you." Ethan said with a smile. Grayson nodded agreeing with him and I can't help but smile at their kindness. They look at each other, and they run at me. Ethan grabbed the camera and tripod, and Grayson picked me up over his shoulder fireman style.
I laugh uncontrollably and they run me into my room. They were setting up a way to film, and I did my hair and make up.
I began to practice "cough syrup" on the ukulele, it all coming back to me like riding a bike.
"You ready?" Grayson asked. I smile and nod my head, ready to go.
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"Now. The more views you get the more the ad is watched. Which means more money. Just wait for the views to start coming in." Grayson explained to me as we were walking to get hot chocolate from Starbucks. I nodded my head, starting to understand more.
  Mason had showed up, and she and Ethan are behind us doing who knows what.
  "So Kyle..." Grayson said rhetorically. He looked down at me with care and concern in his eyes.
  "What about him? Everyone deserves a second chance. He made a mistake, and people change." I said slowly. He nodded and looked down. He put his hands in the pocket of his hoodie and seemed pretty deep in thought.
  I started to shiver after a cool breeze blew by. Grayson quickly took off his hoodie and put it over my head.
  "Gray, you don't have to-" "I want to." He said pulling my head through. I held my arms out for a hug and he accepted easily. He held my waist with both arms and I held his neck.
  I knew he cared about me. He's nervous. And honestly so am I. But what's done is done, and if there's anything I've learned it's to take a risk.
  "Thank you." I whispered against his chest. And suddenly, all of my worries melted away.

~I've been reading a really good fanfic all week and wrote this all last minute realizing that it's Friday. My bad. Sorry that it's trash. It's gonna get better😂😜~