Seeing Grey

9. Noah Chase

I think I was jealous. Jealous because Grey hated me and forgot about me so easily. Jealous because she was happy with Kenny and I was just there.

It made me feel unimportant and I was never used to that feeling. I was always the guy every girl wanted. That is, until Kenny came along.

"What are you thinking, honey?"

I stopped swinging and turned my head towards the front door. There stood my grandma, with a pink floral dress and her lipstick faded. She sat down beside me on the porch swing.

"Are you thinking about a girl?" She teased me. I smiled and nodded my head. Her hand rested on my shoulder. My grandma and I were once very close. I suppose it was because I was the only boy, even out of all my cousins.

"What about this girl?" She asks tenderly. I decide to let her in.

"I'm thinking about this girl that hates me, grandma." I roll my eyes. Grey was once obsessed with me. It was wild to me how that obsession turned to hate in one day. Maybe it had been building during our summer apart. Only Grey knew.

"This won't be the only girl, Noah." She assures me. Then, she smooches me on the cheek and I know I must have a lipstick ring. I now have very visible evidence of being a grandma's boy. My grandma continues reassuring me.

"As for the girl, she will come around. No one can stay mad at you too long." I shrugged my shoulders and sighed. She squeezes my hand, "you have a special charm, Noah. Believe me and one day you will see it."

"Thanks grandma." I say it because I want to make sure she knows I appreciate it. It didn't help though. Everyone knows your family is supposed to think you are the greatest in the whole world. I couldn't even believe her when she said I was great. My grandma had to love me or else she would be the equivalent to satan.

"Maybe, Noah, you should go apologize to her. That Grey is very forgiving and she does live right across the street." My grandma is raising her eyebrows and gesturing to the giant Waters household. Grey's house was the biggest on the block and of course, mine was the smallest. I didn't want to go over there because 1. Grey's parents were so scary and 2. Maybe Grey wouldn't even want to hear my apology. The latter discouraged me and made me upset. I was rude to her and I was partly relieved her obsession was over but, I still didn't like people hating me. I knew I hurt Grey all these years but, actually seeing the hurt she felt made me feel terrible.

"Go on, boy!" My grandma pushes me. I turn to her and give her a stern look. She isn't phased and instead gives me another push. I finally stand up and surrender to her. "Alright," I say pointing at her, "but that means you have to make your famous Italian bread." She nods and I start walking off when she stops me.

"Noah!" I turn back to her. "Yes, grandma?" She slowly stands up and pats my cheek a little hard so it resembles a light slap. She giggles and walks away.

"You might want to clean that cheek up first, boy." With that, she disappears into the house and I furiously rub at my cheek. With my iPhone I open the camera and examine my cheek. There is a slight hint of pink but it's good enough. I slowly make my way across the block to say sorry to Grey. It's been two weeks, a little too long, but hopefully it gave her enough time to cool down. Hopefully, she can forgive me.

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A year later: finally an update. I tried to write this similarly to the previous chapters but my writing style has changed some. Sorry if this chapter sucks, it's hard to get back into the groove. Anyway, please comment and vote! Thank you all.