A Weekend at the Lake House

Arrow Foot

Disclaimer: I do not own Grown Ups and I do not certainly own Greg Feder. Just a picture of him on my phone.

Oh uhm, there's foul language in this chapter. Just letting you know.

Chapter 5

Mia's POV

We all changed into different clothes once we got inside, moving as quickly to remove the wet cold clothes off our body. I changed into a blue sundress and black flats, still keeping my star earrings on my ears.

We were all cramped up in the small dining area while the moms serve our lunch. The dads haven't returned yet from the other island, they took a bucket of KFC with them, so they must be eating there. After eating, the older kids (Me, Greg and Andre) are tasked to wash the dishes while the moms relax, but Andre disappeared immediately after he was done. Greg and I agreed that I will wash and he will wipe the dishes dry and put them on their respected places.

The cool water was running as I soap the plate when suddenly a damp cold cloth landed on my shoulder. I gasped in surprise and turned to look at a sheepish looking Greg. His shoulders were shaking with laughter and was trying to conceal a smile from me. I turned back to the dishes when I thought of an idea, I smirked as I splash a little bit of soapy water at him. He looked at me surprised.

"Babe, I just changed my clothes!" He exclaimed.

I shook with laughter. "I'm sorry! But you started it!"

He glared at me playfully as he stalked forward to me, I backed away from him. Bad idea as my back hit the edge of the sink. He raised his hands and suddenly I'm laughing and screaming at the same time as he tickled me.

"Stop!" I half laughed and half screamed. "Hahahaha, babe, please stop."

He smiled sweetly, he leaned his forehead to mine, rubbing my nose with his before pressing his lips on mine for a brief sweet kiss. I feel like every time I kiss Greg, I feel more alive than ever before. Like I'm myself with him, no faking, just me and him.

We smiled at each other and went back to our task with no more further distractions. After we were done, we went back to the room, which was empty, and collapsed on the bed. I placed my head on his shoulder and he put his arms around me.

I began tracing different shapes in his chest and sighed. "You're leaving tomorrow..."

"Yeah." He murmured against my hair.

I hesitated before saying, "I'm scared."

He sat up and looked in my eyes. " Of what?"

"I know I'm your girlfriend and I also know that we got carried away by our feelings that we're taking this so fast. I'm just scared that maybe after this weekend, you won't want me anymore. I really want us to last because even if I've only met you recently, I feel like we have this sort of connection. And well, you're going back to Hollywood and I'll go to New England, how can we make this work?" I rambled on and on until he stopped me by pressing his lips to mine.

"It's going to be hard, I know. But you are the best thing that has ever happened to me so far. I can't and I won't let you go. Don't ever doubt my feelings for you 'cause it's the only thing that I'm ever sure about. I like who I am when I'm with you. I'm not that snotty, spoiled brat of a kid anymore... I'm more like myself now because I don't have to pretend to you. You see me for who I am, not the son of a big shot Hollywood producer." He said honestly.

I smiled at him. "You're too good to be true, you know."

He shook his head. "No. You are too good to be true. I don't deserve you. I can't even believe that you said yes to an idiot like me."