Inside Grayson Foster's bedroom

09: Booth of Kissing

I felt delicate hands wrap around my wrist before they started to abruptly yank me out of my sleep. I groaned, digging my face deeper into the comfy couch cushions.

"Madison! Wake up! You promised to help me with this years Spring Festival." Violet's high-pitched and irritated voice caused my eyes to peel open.

"That's today?" I murmur, staring at the ceiling. The living room was freezing, coating my skin with a cold layer of air. I decided to sleep on the couch last night as Grayson seemed very indignant towards me. Just being in the same room as him left the air around us poisoned with a heavy fog of tension. 

"Uh... yes!? The first saturday of the month, remember? I still can't believe I have to run it instead of take part in it." Violet whined. "Principal Preston thought it would be a great idea. Said something about me needing to take on more responsibilities."

"What is your job anyways?" I sit up, my eyes begging me to rub them.

"I have to assign people to the booths and make sure that they are running them correctly. Lame, right?" Violet turned around and started up the stairs. "I already have a list but I'm not finished with it." She gave me a look back before disappearing. "Get ready, we have to be at the school to set up in an hour."

It took me a few moments, but I found the strength to pull myself from the couch. My shoulders were sore from sleeping in a stagnant position all night. As I rubbed them out, I started up stairs. Once I reached the top of the steps, I stared at Grayson's shut door. My nerves went up a notch and I was suddenly tempted to just go to the school in what I was wearing. Why change?

"Wear something cute! I'm assigning you to a booth." She called out of her room, her dresser drawer clanking shut. 

I bite my lip. What if Grayson was awake? What would he say to me, if anything?

Violet's door swung open. "What are you waiting for?" She gives me a funny look and walks past me, "I'm going to have a bowl of cereal and finish this list." And with that, she starts down the stairs.

I wiped my sweaty palms on my pants and noticed how I still smelt of the outdoors. The smell of pollen and grass brought back the disturbing memories of yesterday. I never even learned the boys name who gave me the sensation that I wished Grayson would have. I felt terrible in a lot of different kinds of ways. I can't believe I thought of Grayson in that way again.

I started towards Grayson's room, my feet shuffling cautiously. Placing my hand on his cold knob, I turned it and crept in. All the lights were off and the only light that was present was that of the suns. Stepping in, my eyes landed on a sleeping Grayson.

I let out a puff of relief. My eyes watched him intently. His hair was a messy nest of brown and his breathing was calm as his thick blankets moved up and down with him. The afternoon sun pressed down upon his face in a way that lit up all his features. His high cheekbones were highlighted while his sharp jawline was shadowed and defined. His thick lips were pulled down into a small frown.

I wonder why.

My eyes traced his broad shoulders in which were relaxed, as his arms were under his pillow, supporting his head.

Walking over to our closet, I search for a comfortable but cute outfit. Wanting to hurry, I quickly stripped down. As I was stepping into my shorts, a sound from behind me caused me to stumble. I froze in my tracks.

"Stop."

I gasped, turning to face Grayson. However, once my eyes landed on him, I saw that he was still sleeping. His eyelids were shut and his breathing remained the same as it was when I entered the room. My heart soon became the only thing I could hear as it pounded against my chest. He must of been sleep talking.