Fate

Is a Good Outcome Always Worth the Suffering that Goes With it?

GRACE'S POV

I did manage to fall back asleep again but only for an hour or so. I wanted to just waste the day away and lay in bed or eat fattening foods. Both sound very appealing.

I know that James is hiding things from me and I haven't told him about my past that could change everything between us. Would it be worth telling him? Worth taking that risk?

Well I guess it all really depends on how things go today. We need to apologize to each other or at least settle what happened last night. I don't plan on going home with things as heated as they are.

Anyways... As much as I would absolutely love to lay here and do nothing but sleep, watch romance movies, and eat junk food all day, I need to talk to Bridget about last night. She still had dried tear marks on her face while she was asleep... Something obviously hurt her enough to make her cry because she rarely cries.

I got out of bed and looked at the clock. It's already noon. That went fast.

I went into the living room to find her on the couch last night but I didn't see her there. Maybe she's up already.

I went into the kitchen to keep looking for her and there she was with her head in the refrigerator looking for food. A smile slowly crept onto my face.

I couldn't see her face or her upper torso. Just her feet and ankles. Her head is deep in the fridge. Let's have some fun, shall we? I think I'm going to scare her. Well a tickle-scare.

I slowly went behind her and put my hands up, ready to tickle her sides of her stomach.

I quickly shoved my hands out in front of me while wiggling my fingers but the sides of her stomach felt much harder than usual... I looked up at the back of Bridget's head to find boy-short brown hair. Not long and blonde...

Oh shit.

Whoever this was, when I started to tickle them they hit there head on the top on the fridge inside it.

"Ow! What the-"

"Shit! Sorry Jason! I thought you were Bridget!" Whoops... I covered my lips with my hands trying hard to stifle a laugh.

He gave me a very confused and stupid look as he rubbed his head. "How the hell do you see Bridget in this?!" he said motioning to his body. "I don't have long, blonde hair, I don't have boobs, and I'm a good foot taller than her," he spoke to me like I was dumb.

"I don't know! She eats a lot of food and it looked like you were looking hard in the fridge for something which is exactly what she would do! I'm sorry!" I said holding up my hands in defeat.

"Whatever," he sighed. "Nicolette ended up staying at one of those girls's houses-Ashley, I believe-last night. Probably drunk," he said yawning.

"Oh," I said expressionless. Don't like Ashley, so I don't care. "Have you seen Bridget this morning? I can't find her."

"I think she's in the shower right now. Quick question-when are you guys leaving?" He smirked.

"In three days why?"

A large grin grew on his face. "Thank God!" This little ass got down on his knees and put his hands together as if he was praying. "Thank you Lord! I am so thankful for you keeping me sane! My house will be peaceful again!" he shouted.

My mouth hung open in anger and awe. I went up to him and punched his shoulder harder than I would do to Bridget. "Shut up! We could stay longer if you keep it up. I was thinking about moving here actually... Maybe even on this street! I saw a house for sale down the road! Wouldn't that be wonderful Jason?" I gaped at him and smirked.