Short Stories | Dolan Twins

03

-Julissa-

"I'm so sorry."  Grayson says.

A small part of me wants to believe the words that he says to me. The other counterparts keep going back to the past, and how he once treated me way back when. The way he speaks now, makes me want to find some truth in what he says, but I can't. I don't want to just assume that he is lying to me, and I do suppose that he could've had a change of heart by now. I mean, we broke up 3 years ago, and a lot of things can change for a person in 3 years. It a lot of time for someoneto readjust themselvea mentally.

Maybe he has changed. He possibly could feel bad about how he treated me in the past. Like I said, he once was a gentle person, and when he wss with me he was more gentle than anything. Maybe this was him being gentle again. He did seem like he was making an effort to change, but my anger towards him was deep. Deeper than the deepest sinkhole in the universe.

"I don't forgive you,  but if you show me I can trust you again, I might." I say.

He nods his head. His fluffy hair flows as he moves his head up and down.

"I understand. I want to earn your trust again." He says.

He brings my hands up to his mouth and kisses them. This was him. This was him. This was him when he was with me. The nicer and more passionate Grayson.

He lets go of my hands and runs his own hands through his hair.

"Do you still want me to dance for you?" I ask.

He smiles, while shaking his head no, and reaching into his pants pocket. He pulls out a roll of money, and hands the whoke thing to me. The roll of money looks to be about 2,500 dollars in cash.

I look at him, then at the money in my hand. I shake my head, as I try to give the money back to him. He hokds his hands up, making me keep the money that he has given me.

"Grayson, I can't." I say.

"You can and you will." He says.

He rolls my hand around the money, making me clutch it in my hand.

"I'm giving this to you as part of my apology. I want tou to know how truly sorry I am." He says.

I nod my head. He opens the door for me, and I walk out. He shuts the door, and follows behind me. I start to hear the volume of the music on the main stage get louder and louder.

"Julissa." Grayson shouts over the music.

"Sinnamon. Not Julissa out here." I say back.

"Sinnamon?" He laughs.

"It's my nickname." I say.

"Well, Sinnamon. I have to go." He says.

"Give me your number before you go." I say.

He takes a pen out of his jaket pocket and writes down his number on a 100 dollar bill, and hands it to me. I look ate the 100 dollar bill, and wonder how he has all of the money he has obtained. A lot of things can change in 3 years, but not that much.

"I'll see you later." He says.

"Goodbye, Mr. Grayson." I say.

He takes two fingers, and blows me a kiss as he leaves. I smile and wave to him as he walks away.

I turn around to see Olivia standing right behind me. She has a wide smile on her face.

"Who was that?" She asks.

"An old friend of mine." I say.

"An old friend with deep pockets." She says.

I shake my head, and we both walk to the dressing rooms.

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I sit on the couch, in shorts and a crop top. I scroll down google, as I eat the celery sticks next to me. I click the article about Grayson. I need to read up on him, to make sure that the money he gave me wasn't dirty money. I search for many more mintues, but end up with nothing. The only thing I can find is his old football stats.

I close my laptop, and throw it to the side. I take the bowl that I was once eating out of, to the kitchen. I put the bowl in the sink, and rinse it out with some water. I dry my hands off, and walk back to the couch and sit down.

I continue to watch Netflix, and Bijorn walks through the door. He looks at me, and says nothing. His hair is pulled up into a man bun, which shape his face very nicely. He walks past me, but I grab his hand. He looks at me with a strange face. He tries to snatch his arm out of my hand, but I grip on to him tighter.

"Can you let me go?" He asks.

"Can you talk to me. Just once. We've lived together for three years and you haven't had one conversation with me." I say.

"We just had one. Happy now?" He says.

He snatches his arm away from me, and walk to his room. He slams the door.

Oh well.

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