Recovery {wRoNg sequel}

09

I felt a lot better after my talk with Grayson I felt a little better. I didn't have to bottle feelings up, but at the same time I did.

I didn't have any lectures today so I spent the day cleaning the house for my aunt and staying with my baby cousins for a bit with the nanny.

I realised I didn't see my aunt as much and I mentally made a note in my head that we should both spend a day together.

I was sat In front of the tv when my phone rang.

"Hey boo."

"Good day love." Grayson responded with a poor brutish accent.

"Wow you tried Grayson." I laughed and so did he.

My baby cousins let out a little squeal when I laughed.

"Awhhh was that a baby!" Grayson exclaimed.

"Yeah that was Yasmine and she's the cutest baby on the planet, yes you are!" I said putting on my baby voice.

"I need to meet her one day. Are you babysitting?"

"Oh no, the nanny is here." I whispered the last bit.

"Oh, So your free?" He sounded excited.

"Maybe I am, Maybe I'm not."

"It's a shame, I have this large bucket of chocolate icecream in my fridge but no one to eat it with." He sighed.

"I'm putting on my shoes." I said racing to my room and Grayson screamed with laughter.

"Don't touch the icecream till I get there!" I warned him.

"Wait-"

"He's not here." He cut me off already knowing what I was gonna ask.

"Just checking." I told him.

I put him on speaker and placed my phone on my bed and pulled on a maxi dress that fell to my ankles that hugged my legs tightly and some leggings. I then I grabbed a little mini cardigans from the corner of the stairs and rushed out of the door, almost forgetting my phone and my bag.

"I'm leaving now." I told him trying to catch my breath.

"Okay call me when you get here." He said hanging up.

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"So how's everything with you and Mr Romantic?" Grayson asked wiggling his eyebrows.

We were both sat on his couch attempting to watch a movie but failing as we kept talking. He was wearing his sweats and a plain t-shirt and had messy hair like he'd just woken up.

"It's okay, we talk and that's about it."

"You feel anything yet?"

"Nothing." I said.

"It's okay, maybe it's not meant to be."

"I don't know there's other things too." I told him.

"Like what?" He asked.