BRIGHT

Chapter 19- Greyson POV- True Love

My head ached and pounded. My ankle screamed with pain. I looked at my feet, staring angrily at the black boot placed upon my ankle. Two full weeks without my favorite game in the world. What would I do with myself? But, I knew if I ever wanted to play again, I would have to sit this out and get better. My family sat in the room with me.

"Grey, if you don't mind, I think I'm going to take Maggie to get something to eat and then home. It's almost ten and she hasn't eaten since lunch and it's late," my dad said.

"Yeah. for sure, go ahead. Mom, if you want to go to, it's fine. I think I am ready for visitors. Who is all here?" I asked.

"Peyton of course, Cameron, Drew, Josh, Sawyer, Matt, and their girlfriends, and Peyton's older sister, I think," my mom explained.

"Honestly Mom, go, I want to see Peyton alone," I expressed. I had been thinking about her a lot and she was one of the few people in this world I felt completely myself around.

"Are you sure Honey? I feel bad leaving you!" she told me.

"Go!" I exclaimed.

"Okay, if you need anything, I am only a phone call away, I'll be back after we eat to hopefully take you home," she said. I nodded. Maggie came over to the side of the bed.

"Feel better Greyson," she said sweetly and hugged me.

"Thanks, Maggie," I replied.

"See you seen Grey," my dad said, giving my shoulder a pat.

"Bye, Dad," I told me. My family walked from the room. I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. It was good I was going to be okay, but why did this have to happen. Missing two weeks would mean missing playing the homecoming game, which was always my favorite one to play at. Wearing a boot to homecoming was going to suck too. Then I heard a faint knock at the door.

"Come in," I called out. Peyton came in. She had changed into my football jersey, which was cute of her. Her face was tear stained and her blonde hair had been scooped into a messy bun. She ran over to me and submerged me in a hug. I held her close and kissed her head.

"Oh my god Greyson, you scared the hell out of me," she scolded, not letting go.

"I'm sorry, thank you for coming with me," I told her. She sat up next to me on the bed.

"You would have done the same for me," she replied. I looked deeply into her blue eyes.

"I know," I replied. She put her hand on mine.

"How are you feeling now," she asked me.

"Better, but I'm going to have this stupid boot on for homecoming," I complained.

"I know, teaching you to dance was going to be hard enough," she joked.

"Hey!" I teased and playfully punched her on the arm.

"It's the truth," she shot back with a laugh. She looked down and I looked at her. Peyton then stopped laughing and went serious. She brushed her fingers through my hair and looked deeply into my eyes with her ocean blue ones.

"Greyson, I'm always here for you okay? You ever need anything, I'll be there. Whatever obstacles you go through, I will go through them too, okay? So this temporary setback, we will get through together okay?" she asked.

"Okay," I whispered back. Then, I felt something I never had before, but I was able to identify it immediately. I loved this girl. I was in love, truly and deeply. I had to tell her. I couldn't then, but I would have to. It had happened so fast. I had only met her a few weeks ago, but I knew it. This was love. Homecoming would be the perfect place to tell her. But what if she didn't feel the same way?