Grayson Smith | ✔️

Chapter Twenty-One. Hot Chocolate and Pancakes makes the pain fade away.

Edited

Song for this chapter: Ed Sheeran-Kiss me.

Pressure was dooming over me like a ticking time bomb strapped to my chest but I had no control of the timer. I never knew when it would go off or where I would explode, so I had to live my entire life walking on eggshells. Today was going to be a stressful day, I had to talk to Blake about everything and explain to him that I never regained my memory back and the odds are that I never will.

And to top it all off:

Dread was washing over me as the clocked ticked, as the hours flashed by in a blink of an eye, the minutes were going by quicker than my flashing heartbeat. All because of one white envelope, I didn't mind helping Angie at all. But I knew how much Grayson would refuse to have the cafe in his name, this wouldn't be something he wouldn't accept easily. But if this is what Angie wanted then this is what I had to do.

Leaving the cafe yesterday, I had told Grayson I had left my phone in the car and was expecting a phone call any minute. It was all a lie obviously but it was a lie I needed to tell, so Angie could give a real goodbye to Grayson without me there lingering around.

They had been in there for around ten minutes before he came into the car, a box of more than two brownies in a little box for me. I assume Angie didn't tell Grayson about her passing away soon since he seemed happy, cheery almost. Not exactly the reaction you would expect someone having if they were just told someone who you treat like family doesn't have long left on earth.

I only got minimal sleep, but I think if I hadn't passed out yesterday I would have been up all night staring up at my ceiling or scrolling through my phone. The alarm went off and that was when I had wished I had gotten more sleep than I had, my eyes were begging to be shut closed for another two hours at least and my body wanted to lay in bed for all of eternity. The sheets have accepted me as one of their own, I can't betray them now.

I kicked my legs on the bed, begging for it to just snow out of no where and they'll call it a snow day. I lifted my groggy self up out of bed, my hair crazy like I was just in 90 MPH wind, dark bags under my eyes and I had skin paler than Snow White's.

With a few small steps, I made my way over to Gabriela who was sleeping on her stomach like she usually does. I really don't understand how people can do that, if I try sleep that way it feels as if my breathing is restricted.

''Time to get up Gab'' I groggily spoke as she soon let out a loud groan. I began tickling her sides which usually did the trick. As soon as I started she started to giggle and bury her head in her pillow.

''I'm giving you a few more seconds, just until I get your clothes'' I told her, she nodded her small face and snuggled into her sheets as I walked over the wardrobe that really needed to be fixed since it had one door by now.

I picked out just some skinny jeans for her which I think are adorable along side a floral printed t-shirt and her small knock off converse from Target. I lay out everything on her bed once I was done and made my way over to the side of her bed and turned her on her back and startled to tickle her stomach.

''Come on, Gab'' I chuckled, tickling her more making her kick her legs from under the duvet. ''I'll give you to the count of three and if you are not up and getting ready you aren't getting any of your beloved pancakes, instead you'll get some porridge'' I threatened, ''I just know how much you love that'' I joked, my voice laced with sarcasm. She really a big phobia of porridge for some reason, she said it's like eating vomit from a bowl.

''Three'' I began, raising a brow at her. I knew she wouldn't make it passed two.

''Two...'' I teased tantalising slow. Before I could get to even think about saying 'one' she shot up from the bed, wiping sleep away from her eyes with the back of her hands. She yawned as she threw her duvet beside her and made her way to the end of the bed.