For (Ever) A HundrED Miles [INCOMPLETE✔️]

2. Grace's Staying For A Night!

HEY GUYS THAT GIF ABOVE IS MARIE!  :')  Firstly I'm kind of confused which person that will suit Marie Gavist's physical appearance but now I found it!  So, Camila Cabello as Marie Gavist, the brunette sweetheart. Anyway Grace's pic/gif will be shown on the 3rd chapter!

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Grace and I arrive in my room.

"Wow. This is crazy." Says Grace as she's looking through every little things in my room.

"What?" I chuckle.

"It's haven't change a bit at all. I'm surprised." Grace smiles and touches one of the picture frame on my study desk.

"I know, right? I mean---I thought the same when I got here a couple hours ago. My family understand me so well by not going through my private property."

Grace smiles carefreely.
"Good for you,"

Grace sighs and turns her back to me.
"Uhm...so, I know you bring a lot of british food in your luggage and I need to eat all of them."

I laugh then roll my eyes.
"Don't you dare! I haven't even open them from my luggage,"

"Well, I'm starving so---"
Before finishing her words, Grace goes straightaway to my luggage and about to unzip it.

I'm trying to stop her but Grace is stronger. So I give up.

But something stops her...

"W-what? Wow." She takes a briefcase that she found behind the british foods' luggage.

"Uhm...w-what's wrong?" I confusely ask her and makes a confusive gesture.

"You bring a briefcase. Sounds so formal. What's inside?"

"None of your business. It's just a briefcase jeez. Why Gerald and you are being so suspicious about it?"
I say in an almost mad face. But I nailed to control it 'cause Grace is my bestfriend. I don't wanna yell at her.

"I'm not being suspicious, okay? I'm just curious. 'Cause the Mary Gavist that I know in my entire life is never bring any briefcase to anywhere and well...I thought you hate to bring or even hold a briefcase?"

She explains and kind of asked me in her last sentence to convince me.
Well, sort of true.

"But---"

"And by the way," She cuts my words.
"Now you keep a secret, huh?"
Grace sighs.

"So you're not gonna tell me?"
Grace's gaze now turns a hundred times more evil and her voice shows a villain intonation like she's about to kill me after this.

"R-right! Sure! Fine then!" I put my hands up in the air as a symbol of surrender.

I inhale, then exhale.

"That briefcase---isn't mine." I make a lower voice. I bite my lip nervously.

"W-what?" Grace's eyes popping out in disbelief.
"Then whose briefcase is it?!" She sounds panic and curious at the same time.

"Argh should I tell you about this? Jeez Grace." I exhale."Right---I'll tell you but not specifically, okay?" I roll my eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes on me," Grace shows me her killer gaze.
"I. Want. You. To. Tell. Me. Specifically. From. The. Fucking. Start. Okay?"

I swallow my lips. I sigh in surrender.
"Fine,"

I'm finally tell her the whole things from where this briefcase incident began. Grace really is paying a lot attention on me. She's such a good listener. As always.