Sunday
Grayson' pov
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"No, momma. We aren't doing that kind stuff. We're just friends, who aren't just friends." Angel whispers into her phone next to me. This is what caused me to wake up. The sudden noise of her phone ringing next to her on my bed, which we are sharing.
"Okay. Thank you." She whispered again, hanging up the phone. She turned over and smiled at me before laying her head back down on the pillow. She moved her curled body closer to mine, reaching her arm across my torso. She looked so delicate, and peaceful.
"I'm sorry I woke you up." She sat up from her place on my bed and looked at me. I shook my head and smiled at her. She sighed softly and began to stretch her arms out. She lifted them up, and her shirt came up too. She laughed softly at it and pulled it back down before resting her hand on my thigh.
I grabbed my phone and unlocked it quickly, opening the notes app and typing into it.
"Lets go get breakfast at the diner?" I handed her my phone. She smiled as she nodded.
"I'm down." She handed me my phone back, then got off my bed. I'm not sure how she even convinced her mom to let her stay the night.
She walked out of my room and I heard the bathroom door close. I contemplated if I wanted to get up and get dressed decently, or go in what I was wearing, plus a shirt.
"Do you guys want to go to the diner?" Ethan popped his head in my room. I looked at him and nodded.
"Thats what she and I were planning." I signed. He nodded and smiled.
"I'm really happy for you." He said, leaving again to go back to his room.
I'm happy for me too, I thought.
Angel's pov
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"So have you guys made it official yet?" Ethan asked while he took a bite of his pancake. I laughed softly and shook my head. Grayson smiled at me from where he was sitting, which was across from me.
"Why not?" Ethan asked, looking at Grayson. He nudged his shoulder. I watched as Grayson just ignored it.
"I think he's waiting for the right time." I looked at Grayson. He nodded and looked at Ethan.
We finished our breakfasts and went back to their house. My mom wants me home by six today, so that means I still have some time to spend with the twins. We'll probably just watch movies or sleep all day. It all depends one what they want to do, mainly Grayson.
Tuesday
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"Lets go, Angel." My mom said, pulling my throw blanket off me. I groaned in frustration. I really did not want to go see my father in prison. I sat up and saw Ethan and Grayson both standing at the foot of my bed, next to my mom.
"I really do not want to go." I whined. I never whined in a high pitched voice, always in my usual voice, sometimes I stretch the words out to emphasize the whining that I do. But I was far too lazy to do that today.
"Well, too bad. Today is the only day we have to go see him, since there is no school. I understand you're worried, but you have to go." She crossed her arms. Her Louis Vuitton hanging from the arm that was tucked under her other one. Grayson and Ethan exchanged looks, nodding at each other before both of them grabbed onto me. Ethan grabbed my arms while Grayson grabbed my legs. My mom laughed and grabbed my Vans, and moving to allow the boys to take me out of my bedroom.
