it's Friday night when Grayson decided to play Nerve. it was an up and coming game that everyone was bubbling about, Grayson wasn't going to do it until his brother, Ethan dared that he would last the longest. but really, who would last the longest?
— location: la casa grayson's moan could be heard anywhere in the house, there was never a moment of silence. it sucked that i had to be with him, every second of the day to ensure he doesn't wreck his wrist even more.
grayson complained almost everyday. he whined whenever he would see his old teammates deter from making eye contact with him. since grayson isn't bringing victory back him anymore, the team hasn't been able to find a reason to communicate with him anymore.
my duties consist of: feeding grayson three to four times a day, helping grayson in everyday tasks (like putting on a shirt) and bathing him — which was the worst task given. grayson always splashed water outside the tub, their ear would be talked off all day from their mom.
i helped grayson into his bed, new light blue sheets were spread around in the bed. i had to change his after one day grayson began gushing out blood, an absolutely disgusting sight. and i had to wash the blood out the mattress myself, since my mom was over cleaning after us.
"thanks bro." grayson groggily muttered. he fixed himself comfortably before looking at my eyes and asking, "could you pass me the remote?"
"you're not invalid, you only shattered one arm. not both your legs, so you can still do basic stuff." i huffed as i tossed the remote on grayson's stomach, who responded with an, "ouch, what the fuck!"
"yeah but you were right there! and you've been real helpful lately, you've offered to help me a lot." grayson went on to mutter his last sentence, "plus, it's not like you would've hanged out with my either way."
"yeah 'cause you've been laying out jokes — only they're not funny. they're inconsiderate!"
"maybe if you hang out with me once and a while, just maybe i wouldn't have to use you this way."
i glared at grayson as i tossed back, "you know exactly why i don't talk to you!" i stopped before continuing as i looked at my feet, "you always make sure to terrorize my life..."
"no i don't! you can't tell me that for a thousand dollars you wouldn't do it too."
"actually i wouldn't, im not heartless and inconsiderate like you. why do you think i didn't take the dare about ruining your life?" grayson silently looked at ethan, having no way of responding.
"exactly, because i couldn't bring up to make myself tear apart the person i've always looked up to. i've always wanted to be like you, i've always wondered what it felt like to be popular or have people actually like you. do you know how many people refer to me as 'nerd' or always start up a conversation because they want answers to the test. you don't know how hard it is to be like me."
"you think it's easy being popular? i hate it, i have to act happy and brave. i cant show my true emotions, i can't show them the depressed-grayson, the crying-grayson or speak my actual thoughts on issues. it's exhausting acting like i'm okay with everything when i'm not. i never truly am..."
tears threatened to spill but grayson tried he best to keep his composure. his bottom lip quivered as he held himself back. he turned to me one last time, his voice croaking as he spoke, "for them everything's always a competition, a competition to always be better than someone or be better than the next person. you can never show weakness."
silence filled the air, grayson nor i dared to say another word. i didn't say anything, mostly because of pure shook of the spilling of my brothers emotions. and grayson didn't speak because he had broken down, tears streamed down his face.
"can we watch a movie together? for old times sake?" i sorrowfully looked at how small grayson looked. grayson's right eye droop while the left one had tremendous eye bags. his eyes looked bloodshot red and had a exhausted expression, one that brought everything together.
"yeah sure, bud."
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— location: grayson's room grayson's snore was loud. the piercing sound became louder and louder as the night progressed on. i tried everything! from elbowing his sides to placing a pillow on his face. but it only made it louder and more unbearable.
i turned over to my right side and covered my ears with my pillow. it muffed the sound a bit but not enough to fall back asleep. i then turned to my left side and tried burying my face more into the pillow, but it was still there.
a phone vibrated next to me, i chose to ignore it and rolled over. a minute later, the vibration of my phone went off again. i groaned as i turned towards it and hoped the person contacting me had a valid reasoning.
my breath hitched as i realize it has been from nerve, someone i hadn't heard from in a while. i read the message over and over again, trying to understand how i was going to dye grayson's hair.
an idea sprung into my mind. the idea seemed unrealistic but it was the closest i was able to get into tricking grayson. the simple solution was this: pour bleach into the shampoo bottle and let the fun begin.
"i'm going to shower, i need to wash my hair." grayson turned to look at me and said, "and i don't need help, i'll just put my hand into a bag. while hoping for the best."
grayson disappeared into the bathroom, nothing was heard from there besides the sound of the water. the sound of the shampoo bottle being open sounded the air, the anticipation filled the air. a few minutes later and the sound kept coming, grayson continued washing his hair not realizing the change.
"what the fuck!" hollered grayson. out came grayson with a white towel dangling from his hips, his newly-dyed hair laid flatly on the side.
"oh shit dude, you look good platinum. you look like a walking cliche of a bad boy." i laughed. "god, this was so worth it!"
"jokes on you, i look good in this." grayson smiled at his mirror that is hung in the hallway. "i guess we're tied now."
"nah, i'm just getting started."
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