sad eyes | e.d

chapter 7

[mature content]

play this song:
me u & hennessy - dej loaf

[try something new tonight, this drink got me feeling right]

friday

grayson and i have spent all week together, in school and after school.

monday night i stayed at his house for dinner and met lisa and sean; his parents. they are so welcoming.

lisa and sean are so in love, you can see it in their mannerisms and small gestures towards each other.

the only confusing part about this week is i haven't seen ethan once, not even when i came for dinner.

ever since sunday night when he had a fight with my brother he hasn't made an appearance almost as if he's avoiding me.

the whole ethan situation has been bugging me, not being able to escape my mind for the past couple days.

my lips departed to speak as curiosity got the better of me, "how come ethan hasn't been at school all week?"

grayson looked down and i could see a look of worry swarm over his face, almost as if he was thinking of excuses to tell me.

"he's just sick, he will be back next week." he said, shifting his position on the couch slightly.

i nodded pinning my eyes onto the uninteresting show that was playing faintly in the background.

apart of me believed grayson, letting me think ethan was just sick but then another part of me senses he is hiding something.

suddenly the tv screen turned black, the sound of the cartoon characters no longer audible.

turning to my left i see grayson holding the controller as his finger hovers over the power button.

his hand drops the remote onto the couch, "let's do something."

my eyebrows narrow before meeting his eyes, "what do you mean?"

"i don't know, let's play a game or something." an element of excitement filled the tone of his voice, turning his body and giving me his full attention.

"what kind of game?" i say in a questioning manner, copying his movement and facing him fully.

silence fills the air whilst grayson takes a moment to think to himself before his eyes light up with anticipation.

"i have an idea," his body leaves the couch whilst continuing to explain the game, "we can see how well we know each other."

grayson approach's a small wooden cabinet in the corner of the living room, taking his hand and flicking the latch upwards.

the cabinet opens revealing dozens of bottles filled with different types of alcohol; vodka, champagne, wine, tequila and many more.

he turns to face me with a smirk alined onto his lips making my eyebrows furrow further.

"what are you suggesting?" i say slightly confused as to what grayson was implying.