Written: Apr 16, 2018 @ 11:21 PM
Published: May 17, 2018 @ 10:37 PM
She's falling but she doesn't think
you'll catch her.
Genéve: Can I come over? I'm bored
Me: Yeah sure, let me just do some stuff, be here in 15
"Gray!" I yell out towards the stairs as I lounge on the couch.
He comes jogging down the stairs, he was in sweatpants and a shirt, his eyes had bags under them due to the amount of time he's spent studying for midterms. "Yes?" He sighs, standing at the bottom of the steps.
"I need you to leave for an — actually I don't know how long, I'll just text you."
"Bro, I cant, I need to study."
I raise an eyebrow at him, "Genéve is coming over."
"O-oh, I- yeah I'll just leave. Let me get changed first."
"Thanks Gray," I return my head to the tv as I hear the pitter-patter of his bare feet going up the stairs. In 5 minutes, he comes down from his room again, this time changed with all his studying materials with him. We made eye contact and he smiled at me then left.
Grayson isn't the bad guy he makes himself out to be. He's socially awkward and doesn't like to own up to the things he's done, giving him the title of an antagonist. After what happened with Genéve he felt bad, but he didn't dare apologize or even confront her. He purposely transferred classes just so he didn't have to face her. Grayson fucked up, and I acknowledge that, but he's going to have to say something to her soon because I don't want to keep kicking him out of the house every time she wants to hang out with me.
Soon enough I hear a knock at the door, I get my ass up and walk over to the entrance of the house. As soon as I opened the door, she flashed a smile at me, her hands were behind her back due to nervousness. She always got this way when she came over, she was always so scared that Grayson would be there. "Come in," I smiled.
She followed my command and walked over to the couch, plopping down and resting her head on the arm of the plush seat.
"So what did you want to do?"
She sighed, "I just want to unwind, got any alcohol?"
"Well yes, but I don't want you drinking anymore until you're 21." She huffs in disappointment and closes her eyes, relaxing for a bit. "But," I spoke, "how about we play Mario Kart?" Her eyes shot open almost immediately and she turned her head in my direction, nodding her head fast out of excitement. I chuckle, "Okay."
I walk over to the Wii and turn it on, the disc was already in since the only time I really play anymore is when she's over and this is the only game she likes. I grab two remotes, tossing one to Genéve and then sitting next to her.
The intro music began to play and we selected our players and race. The game began and every time we were at a turn, she would purposely bump into me to mess me up.
"You're such a dirty player, you know that?" I joke, looking over at her for a split second, then returning my eyes to the track.
"Me? Definitely not," she sarcastically said as she laughed at my comment, immediately using a blue shell to blow me up, then passing me and winning the first race.
After a multitude of races, we began to watch Coraline. Halfway through the movie, we were both close to each other, but she didn't dare touch me. I could see her out of the corner of my eye looking over to me, wanting to lay her head on my shoulder but she decided on not doing so.
After a while of the same thing I pulled her onto me so her head was on my chest while I was still sitting. I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind and continued to watch the movie. When I initially pulled her to me, she tensed up significantly, every muscle in her body seemed to be on guard until eventually she eased into her skin. She adjusted her head and fell asleep.
I looked down at her, admiring her abundant curls and smooth dark skin. She looked so at peace with herself, but she isn't.
