The Art of Wasting Time ~ g.d.

14

Grayson:

"Do you have everything?" I ask her as I take in all the bags sitting out next to my car. "Oh crap! I gotta go grab my phone charger I'll be right back." She says frantically which causes me to chuckle.

She takes off quickly back into the house as I lift the first bag into the trunk. Both of us just have one large suitcase but Violet insisted on bringing a back pack of god knows what. Probably books or the usual girl stuff.

I situate everything in the trunk as she walks out of the house, phone charger in hand. I smile at her as she makes her way to the car.

She's wearing leggings and a large sweater that only somewhat hides her bump. Her hair's down and wavy and she looks gorgeous. She always looks beautiful.

I've always been jealous of my brother for finding a girl so naturally beautiful. He never appreciated her like I would.

"You coming or not?" She chuckles snapping me out of my thoughts. I chuckle a little as my cheeks heat up and I slam the trunk shut as she climbs into the passenger seat.

I make my way up to the drivers side, keys in hand. I slip in and she's already fastened in and everything.

"You ready?" I smile. She just nods frantically. I think we're both ready to get out of here for a while. All this house does is remind us of what's really going on.

Her piece of shit boyfriend and my piece of shit brother left her here after accidentally getting her pregnant. Sometimes I wish I would've asked her out first. She would've never had to go through this.

All this house does is remind me that she's not mine. She never was. It also tells me that that baby isn't mine when I want it to be. I wanted to be the one that did this with her.

In a way I guess I am doing this with her. I'm helping her as much as I can. I want to be there for her.

As we drive down the highway she keeps her head turned so she can take in everything that passes by us. We have a fairly long ride and I know she'll fall asleep it's only a matter of time. Then I'll be even more alone with my thoughts of her and what I want us to be.

I was right. It only takes about 30 minutes for her breathing to slow and her head to rest against the window.

I sigh as I grip the steering wheel a little harder. I can't help but take glances at her. She looks so calm and at ease where as when she's awake she's always worried and on edge.

I'm gonna make this trip nice for her. I want her to know that she deserves better.

I'm going to let her know that I would treat her better and I want to be with her.