The Colours Between Us; g.d

Tomatoes and Tickets

Let's just say, I couldn't sleep all night.

I made it to my curfew but I went straight to my room to attempt to fall asleep. What Grayson could've done was extremely inappropriate. 

I am a lady, I would never kiss a boy who I wasn't dating. And I would never have sex with him until marriage! That is absolutely absurd!

Not that I would ever imagine doing such a thing with him!

I bet you he is not a virgin, what an animal.

"Don't you look goopy." My mother pointed out as I walked downstairs to the kitchen the next morning.

She was dressed in her usual uniform for work at the diner.

I sat on the stool in front of her as I moved a curl from my face as she placed a bowl and a spoon in front of me. 

"I barely got sleep last night." I explained, rubbing my eyes. "I feel like a trash bag on a hot summer day."

I turn to her as she made a face at my comment. I gave out a small giggle as I reached for the box of cereal.

"Well, you didn't talk to me or your papa when you got home from the football game." She paused, trying to catch my eye. "Is everything alright, Kathleen?" She asked, her voice worried.

I looked up at her from my bowl. I gave a simple nod and a hum before looking back down at my cereal; this time, eating faster so I can flee the room without being interrogated.

She squints her eyes at me, as if she's trying to read my nervousness and I quickly think about Grayson when he squinted his eyes as me to try to seem keen. 

"You met a boy, didn't you?" She asked me, a small smile on her face.

"What! No!" I quickly answer, getting up while fixing my robe.

"What's his name?" She asked another question, amusement written on her face.

"Are you writing a book?" I asked, looking up at her, fed up with her curiosity.

She laughs at my actions as she starts to walk towards the stairs that lead to the diner downstairs before looking back at me. 

"He better be a good kid, sunshine." Was all she said before walking downstairs, her heels clicking on the metal stairs.

I huffed a puff of air as I stomped to my room like a child. 

Grayson will never be my significant other. Especially not after what he attempted to do yesterday. Who does he think he is? James Dean?

However, if James himself were to do that to me, I would not mind a bit.

I shook my head from the thought and went to get changed to my casual threads.

Finally, a day to relax.

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"Kat!" My father yelled from downstairs. 

I got up from my homework and walked downstairs to see the diner packed with people. 
We were always busy on Saturdays, thank God I book it off for school.

"Mind going down the street to the produce store and pick up some tomatoes?" My papa asked me, handing me fifteen dollars. "We ran out."

I accepted the money from him. 

"Good Lord, papa. How many tomatoes do ya need?" I asked, holding a large amount of cash in my hands.

"It is spring time, baby; the tomatoes are red and ripe this season." He explained to me, ruffling my curls with his hand before going back to the kitchen. "Get as many as that money could get ya!" He called before disappearing.