Call You (Completed)

Part 40

Sadie's POV

Greyson pulls into the parking lot in front of the small café fifteen minutes away from home. I glance up from his homework sheets when he taps me on the shoulder, and read the sign he's holding.

We're here - do we have to bring in the homework?

I can't stop the silly giggle that bubbles out of me. Yes. This doesn't look hard.

He makes a big show of groaning. It's just cuz you know how to do it! but he pops out of the car and hurries over to my side before I can get out.

What a sweetheart!

We let Eeyore out, and Greyson takes my hand in his as we walk across the parking lot. I look up at him out of instinct, and he frowns.

"Is this okay?" I vaguely guess his words and offer him a smile, squeezing his hand. He squeezes back, grinning lopsidedly, and pushes his glasses back up his nose.

I grab onto Eeyore's work harness and he paces next to me with dignity. The waitress smiles at me and Greyson, who eagerly leads me to a corner table by the windows. When he shyly pulls out a chair for me, all I can focus is his lips curving into a happy thought.

He's so cute.

He immediately puts out the notepad between us.

Do you want something to eat?

We have cookies

Right

He grins when I look at him.

I forgot them in the car, let me go grab them.

I nod. I can't stop smiling! I must look like a demented chipmunk with a toothy smile.

While he's gone, I quickly write.

Do you want to quickly go over your homework before? It's the least I can do for taking me out.

Greyson waves at me with a goofy face through the window, and I watch him burst into the café and sinks into his seat, plopping the cookies on the table. He reads the note.

Don't feel obligated. I just wanna spend some time with you :)

You sure? I don't mind.

100%. Nothing is due until Monday so I'm not doing anything

That might be a bad idea ...

I did the entire weeks homework on the last day of Christmas break.

I smack my forehead.

Really? I sign, raising my eyebrows. He gets the meaning without my translation.

You said "really" right?

Yeah. I grin.

That's so cool. He mimics my motion. How do you sign your name?

I spell it out usually, but when I was learning, my therapist did this. I sign letter "I" with my pinky, then transition it into a "Z." I-Z. She called me Izzy instead of Sadie.

Greyson tries it out. Why does your mom call you Isa instead of Sadie?

I pause. Do I tell him? Slowly, I move my hand over the paper. I used to be Izzy, but after the car crash I wanted a new name.

Car crash?

When I was 10. That's why I can't hear. I look at him, and he gazes back solemnly, and writes, I'm sorry. That sucks.

My heart crumbles a little.

I was in a accident too, the day before my 11th birthday.

I'm really sorry. I didn't know.

Greyson looks confused. I didn't tell you so that's fine.

My heart stutters, as I realize how much he knew and I knew. It hurts.

He munches on a cookie, and writes, How do you sign for my name?

I force a smile. I'll teach you the alphabet.

Awesome. Can we start with G?

I laugh and the uneasy knot in my stomach loosens.

A/N What do you think is going on?  This is probably the most confusing chapter. Remember ... the synopsis did warn about clichés :)

Also, author fact: *Me, staring at the screen* aww, this bliss and happiness! *starts crying* now I have to play god and ruin everything *sobs and chokes* I'm so sorry for doing this to you!!!

Relatable, fellow authors?