grief // e.d

s.e.v.e.n

Emaleia's POV

Grayson gets up and turns the television off.

"People are going to be arriving soon. We should probably get ready."

Ethan and I nod in agreeance as we both stand up, stretching our arms and legs out.

"Wait," I chuckle, "I can't really get ready. I have nothing here."

I look down at my top and grimace. It's pretty scuffed up from Mya's and I fight.

"Don't worry about Ema, you can borrow something of mine." Ethan reassures me.

"Thank god," I laugh, following Ethan and Gray up the stairs. Grayson disappears into his room, I continue to follow Ethan. He opens up his closet door before giving up.

"You can pick something out, I don't know what you like."

I walk over and take a look at my options. I want something kind of warm, because I know we'll be in and out of the house all night long.

I end up choosing a black jumper with the words 'Young Forever' written across from it. It's actually pretty cute.

"Guess I'll just have to keep the jeans I'm wearing," I smirk.

"Yeah, you probably aren't going to find any pants in there that fit you," Ethan rolls his eyes, hopping onto his bed.

"Want to come help me set up the pong table, Emaleia?" Grayson asks, popping the upper half of his body past Ethan's door.

"Sure!"

"I'll be down in a minute. I still need to get changed!" E lets us know.

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People started filling the house hours ago. These boys sure do know a lot of people.

"Score!" I brag, dragging out the word.

"Drink, bitch!" I point, doing an obnoxious victory dance. Liza, my pong partner dances along with me, exclaiming, "That was sweet, dude!"

Grayson rolls his eyes, grins, fills up his shot glass and downs it in two seconds. His partner does the same.

I'm bomb at pong.

"Okay, Ema. I gotta admit, that was pretty good. From now on you're my pong partner wherever we go," Grayson compliments, holding a hand out.

"Oh hell no! I need somebody that can match my skills," I taunt.

Grayson rolls his eyes again as we take a seat next to each other on some lawn chairs. I look around the backyard and grab my bottle of vodka and fruit punch to fill up my solo cup for another mixed drink.

"Hey, can I steal you for a minute?" Somebody says from behind us.

Grayson and I turn around at the same time and see Ethan standing there, staring at me with a shy smile.