Choices

⑤ choosing happiness

Kyle brought out one giant bag of bread and one small jar of nutella. 

This was such a cliche scene. Picnic on a hill while watching the sun rise. I turned to look at Kyle and watched him slap on a huge slab of nutella onto his bread. I giggled a little. 

Wait, I just giggled. I'm obviously not myself at the moment with the giggling, and the trying of new things, and my possible flirting. I am going to attempt to not be suprised at them anymore and accept that I might actually be able to have fun again.

"Could you, kind sir, please pass the nutella?"

"Why of course m-lady. But first could you say that last part again."

"Umm, please pass the nutella."

"Yeah sorry no. You said newt-ella."

"Yes I did. Is there a problem?"

"Only that it's pronounced NUT-ella."

I glared at him. "Newt-ella."

"Nut-ella."

"Newt-ella."

"Nut-ella."

This became a full out staring contest and we got closer and closer on each word. 

"Newt-ella."

"Nut-ella."

I was inches away from his face.

"Newt-ella."

"Nut-ella."

Are noses were pretty much touching now and I could feel his cool breath on my face. We stared at each other and Kyle bit his lip, then I grabbed his bread with nutella, stuck it in my mouth, and moved away.

"Backing out?" He raised an eyebrow.

"No. Just hungry. You did kidnapped me without breakfast."

He laughed a short sweet laugh. I smile and lay on the blanket. Kyle followed. We looked at each other.

"Abigal Pattan I have huge crush on you." I could feel the color of my face go from pale white to a deep red. 

"I uhh-" He put his index finger on my mouth, shutting me up.

"It's okay. You don't have to say anything. You've been going through a lot. I just wanted you to know." 

I didn't know what to say. His hand went from my mouth to the side of my face. My vision blurred with overflowing tears. I started sniffing then shut my eyes.

I could feel Kyle coming closer to me. And he hugged me.

After a while he planted a small kiss on my forehead and said,

"You ready to go?" I nodded.

Kyle helped me up and we folded the blanket. I put the picnic stuff in the basket while he picked up his bike. The basket was secured on the bike. Kyle sat on the seat and I sat on the handle. I looked back and smiled at him, he smiled back. Then we rode down the hill.

Kyle dropped me off at my house. We said simple goodbyes and he drove out in to the day. I had a huge grin on my face as I walked down the driveway and to my house when I heard the sound of breaking glass. 

I looked to the right, where I heared the sound coming from and saw a figure. The day was cold and kind of grey, making it hard to see what was happening in the shaded area between the houses. 

I carefully got closer, but kept a respectable distance.

"Is anyone there?" I asked cautiously. I heard a mumbling sound. I got closer and saw a guy sitting on the ground with a beaten face and bloody arm. He was leaning against a fallen over trash can with his eyes closed.

"Oh my gosh what happened?" I ran and knelt next to him. My eyes widened when I realized who it was. "Grayson?"

He opened his eyes. 

"A-Abbi!" He gasped and grabbed my arm. I swallowed hard.

"Are you're parents here?" He shook his head.

"Come with me." I struggled to help him up, but managed to let his good arm rest around me. We staggered to my house and went in. I lay him down on the living room couch.

"DAD!" I yell, "HELP!"

Less than ten seconds after my dad runs downstairs and into the living room. He was, suprisingly, accompanied by my mother.

They looked at me in complete puzzlement then took him into the car. Then we all drove to the hospital and got Grayson with a doctor. 

Thirty minutes later, the doctor told us that he was stabbed in the arm but that he'll be fine and we can take him home in another thirty minutes. 

I was relieved.  My dad tried to reach his parents but none of them would answer.

When another thirty minutes passed by Grayson came out and met us in the lobby. His bicep was bandaged and so so were some parts of his face. My dad had a few words with the doctor and then we left.

The car ride was quiet. When I first found Grayson and brought him to my dad he told us that some random guy beat him up and stole his wallet. Crime isn't really a problem in our large neighboorhood, let a lone in the entire state of Virginia, so none of us bought it, but now wasn't the right time to bring it up.

We found out later at the hospital that Grayson parents were on vacation for about month and they couldn't pull Grayson out of school so they left him here. However, he lost the key to the house and was planning to go over to his friends house. 

So my father welcomed him to stay at our house. Lucky me.

We arrived home and my parents immediately left to set up the guest room for Grayson. I felt bad for the guy but I was still upset about everything, so being hospitable didn't really come easy.

We sat at the living room awkwardly. I sat on one sofa and he sat on another. I twiddled with my fingers absent mindedly trying to look busy.

"Thanks." He said with his head down.

"No problem." I said uncomfortably. "Grayson. What really happened?"

He looked up at me with hopeless eyes. Then he got up and slammed his hand against the chair, coming extremely close to my face. He breathed into my ear and aggresively whispered,

"It was for you." 

I was taken aback. "W-what are you talking about?"

He stood up when parents walked in. 

"Grayson you must be exhausted. The room is right down the hall and to the left, get some rest." My father ordered. 

"Yeah. Thank you so much." He smiled at them like everything was okay, looked back at me and smirked, then walked to his room. 

"Poor boy." My mother said awestruck. 

"Yeah." I said suspiciously. "Well I'm tired to." I got up and started up the stairs.

"Abbi, we want to talk to you." My mom said.

"Oh yeah, well I don't really want to talk to you."

"Abbi stop! We are so tired of this wall standing between us." My dad said.

"Really? Who do you think created it." I ran up the stairs and went to my room. I slammed the door and slid down with my back pushing against it until I was sitting with my knees up.

I curled up into a ball right there and lay down until I fell asleep.

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