Giddy ~ GD

Chapter 23 - Kids

I smiled, playing with Grayson's fingers as we sat on the hot, colored sand. We sat inches away from each other, our legs crossed and his hand on my knee. The wind was strong, casting gigantic waves in the ocean. The white caps sized to about my body and the waves were 20 feet tall. The sky was dark and gray, just like the road after it rained. Grayson's hair flew back as the wind struck us right from the sea. He looked perfect in that moment. His eyes danced across the water, glancing at each ripple. His nose flared, his jaw tightened in thought and his cheeks were fuzzy as a peach.

"Can we ask each other questions again? Without the tears, obviously." I grinned, looking at the ocean, where one little girl played with her assumed father. My dad creeps back into my mind, his smile casting a wider grin. I missed him, but I know there will be visits soon.

Grayson chuckled, looking down at me. His eyes dazzled in the dark day, with no sunlight needed. "Sure. And I won't ask questions about your childhood, okay?" He smiles. I nod my head, excited to ask more questions. I certainly didn't want to cry again.

"Would you rather..." I ponder two situations in my mind. Suddenly, one goofy one pops into my head. "Race me on a jet ski or have me on the back of yours?"

Grayson stares at me, wide-eyed. Clearly, it was odd would you rather, but I know it got him thinking. "I can't jet ski, but I am competitive... So probably, uh. Race you. For sure. As long as I won, though." He grins, looking down at me. His eyes trace my lips as they crease into a smile. "My turn. Okay, um, what's your favorite color?" He stops between words.

"Really, Grayson? That's what you came up with?" I raise an eyebrow, unimpressed. Our questions varied in detail.

"Hey, I'm not an on-the-spot thinker, unlike you." He sighs. "But seriously, I really want to know."

"I don't know. They're too many beautiful things we see on a daily basis. It's hard to pick the one you adore the most." I say, oddly. Certainly more detailed than expected. "Okay, that was one way to answer the question."

"Jenna being descriptive as usual." Grayson sarcastically shakes his head. I punch him in the shoulder, acting not amused. But his teases were adoring, he meant no harm.

"You're just jealous that I can..." I try to think of a comeback, but I'm not successful. "I have no clue. But next question."

I think of goofy questions to ask because clearly, we're not in the mood to talk deep. "What would the title of your autobiography be?" I look up at him, odd questions popping into my head. He stares at me again, just like he did at my first question.

"I'm trying to remember what that means but I can't. Can you remind me what auto blah blah means?" He sheepishly frowns. I laugh.

"Autobiography is like a diary of your life, basically. An account of a person's life written by that person." I shrug, remembering my first-grade autobiography project.

"So like, a diary." He shortens my definition, laughing to himself. I groan, throwing my head back. "Okay, well, I'd title it... Grayson Dolan's Diary." He chuckles to himself again.

"You're not very interesting, are you?" I moan, lifting my head up and looking at him, raising my eyebrows. "I think you deserve a punishment."

"For what? Answering your too detailed questions?" He mumbles, raising his hands in defense. I glare at him, my eyes cold and stern. Make fun of me one more time, Dolan. "Okay, okay. What's my punishment?"

"See, Grayson. You weren't that nice to me a matter of ten seconds ago. Your punishment is to," I look into the ocean, the body of ideas for dares. I see the girl screaming in the water, playfully jumping on her dad's back. "Go up to that girl and her father and ask if you can all play hide-and-seek."