I sat in the bathroom sink of Finley's huge apartment as I done my makeup. I was two hours away from graduating high school and starting my life... And honestly it scared the hell out of me.
"Gracie!" Finely yelled through-out the house from the kitchen and I already knew what he was yelling about.
I laughed at myself as I finished my last touch of blush and climbed out of the sink heading out of the bathroom.
"GRACIE!"
"I'm coming! I'm coming! Jesus!" I tried to hold in my laugh. "Yes?" I questioned innocently.
"Did you eat the last of the cereal?"
"Which one you have fifty million?" I laughed jokingly.
"My favorite kind!"
"Oh which would that be?" I asked tracing the shapes on the counter top because if I looked up I would have died laughing.
"CAPTAIN CRUNCH!"
"Oh that kind!? Oh... no."
"Then who did?" He asked sitting the empty cereal box on the counter and walking over to me putting his hand on mine. Shoot! I'm in trouble!
"The... The... The um... Trolls! Yeah! Yes! You have trolls living in your spare room!"
"Oh really?" He said lifting up my chin.
"Y... yes really. There ugly but really nice and they were ugly and so I... I wanted to give them food and they wanted that cereal... so I... gave it to them."
"You know what I think." He said sitting me in the rolling chair at the island.
"What?"
"Well one I think you've been watching to many kids movies..."
I inturupted him, "well I have nothing else to do when your at work and you have people cook... and clean... and all I can do is homework and watch tv."
"There is more to watch than kids movies Grace."
"Yeah... I know but... There more interesting and I watch other stuff too!"
He laughed at my childishness "okay whatever... And second I think you are lying about that... I think you ate it and don't want to tell me."
I looked over for a distraction, "I HAVE TO GO GET READY!" I screamed jumped out of his arms and running into the bathroom to finish my hair.
Finley came and stood in the door way and watched my every move with a smirk on his face leaning against the doorway.
"Is that necessary?" I asked as I finished up my past few curls.
"Is what necessary?"
"Watching me?"
"Very!"
"Why?"
"Cause it's hot." He said and my face turned fifty shades red.
"Umm... Okay? I need to go get dressed I only have like an hour to get to the school.
"What are you wearing?"
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The Forced Marriage (SHORT STORY)
Historia CortaFifteen year old Grace Mathew's family used to be rich and never worried about money but her father got laid off at his job but his boss promised him that she would be taken care of. Twenty year old Finley Dawson isn't married yet but has to be m...