Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love Stolen Waffles

Skylar's P.O.V.

It's been four days since I was released from the hospital. Don't get me wrong, I hated being trapped in there, but now I have to go back to school.

I was allowed to skip Monday and Tuesday. But of course, Wednesday had to come around and Amy thinks it's best if I go back.

Ugh. Just the thought makes me want to cry. At least Britney's still suspended for the rest of the week.

"Sky! Grayson's waiting for you!" Axel shouts from outside my door.

"Why the hell are you screaming?" I say quietly. "The doors thin, and it's not like I'm deaf."

"Yeah, but mom yells at me whenever I scream in the house, this is my one excuse." He defends.

I roll my eyes and grab my hightops, rushing to tie them before Grayson barges in to do it himself.

Once the laces are tight and secure, I make my way down the stairs and to the kitchen. I reach for my bag on the counter but stop when Grayson pulls it away.

"What the hell?" I ask while trying to get my backpack from his hold.

"I set your alarm clock ten minutes earlier today. You have more than enough time to eat a proper breakfast." He says strictly.

I roll my eyes and groan before stomping over to an available chair. I stop in my tracks as an idea flickers in my head.

Forcing an innocent smile, I stroll around the table to where Grayson sits. Making sure there isn't anything nearby that he could spill or break, I place my hands on his shoulders and jump onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck tightly.

This catches him by surprise since he's always the one forcing me to sit like this. He stares at me for a moment in shock before the corners of his lips twitch upward in a satisfied grin.

"I told you this chair was the best. Plus, it's with you everywhere you go." He says with a smirk.

"Don't get used to it. I'm only here to steal your food." I say cheerily.

I reach behind me and grab his plate of waffles off the table, I give a bright smile and peck his lips before climbing off his lap.

He groans in protest and tries to pull me back down, but I give him a pointed look.

"You said you wanted me to eat more food. This," I gesture to the plate. "Is food. So unless you want me to skip breakfast..."

"Okay, okay, you can have it." He gives in.

I flash a toothy grin and skip to the chair next to him. I pull it out with a screech and start to sit down before Grayson cuts me off by speaking.

"On one condition," he pauses and I raise an eyebrow. "You have to sit on my lap to eat it."

I roll my eyes with a shrug and trudge to him. I place the food on the table in front of him and hold my arms out. He smiles triumphantly and picks me up, swinging me onto his thighs.

I sit facing sideways with my head against his chest while he plays on his phone. He strokes my hair with his free hand while the other taps the screen to keep his bird in the air.

Every minute or so, he opens his mouth and makes a loud 'ah' sound, and I place a piece of waffle between his front teeth.

He mutters a 'fank koo' each time, and it never fails to make me giggle. Once it's time to go to school, I turn on the faucet and rinse off the dirty plate.

As I wash the glass, I feel two arms wrap around my waist from behind. I bite my lip and tilt my head back to see Grayson pouting down at me.

"My legs are cold now." He whines.