Heated // Grayson Dolan

TWO

Sitting on the couch, I mindlessly rewatched The Vampire Diaries for the fourth time since Audrey died. We watched it for the first time together years ago, it was one of our things we'd like to do. Watching it was something that made me feel like she was still alive, like I didn't basically murder her by getting behind that damn wheel.

Dallas was at class. He should've taken another exam if I had remembered correctly.

Keys jingled from the other side as the door as it was unlocked and Dallas walked in with two of his friends. I didn't bother to look away from the screen, I just heard two different voices. One sounded familiar.

I paused the show so I could pick up from the guest bedroom I was staying in.

"What episode are you on? You've been watching that same show this entire week." Dallas mentions as he sets his keys down on the coffee table.

"Season seven episode twenty. And actually I've been rewatching it for the past two months" I replied with no tone to my voice as I looked up at Dallas. He stood with two of his friends. Grayson, the one I met in the kitchen a week ago, being one of them, and who I assumed was Grayson's twin brother being the other. Grayson told me his name the day we met, but I honestly couldn't remember it. Quite frankly, I was surprised I remembered Grayson's name.

"Is that all you've been doing for the past two months?"

"It make me feel like she's still alive, like I didn't basically murder my best friend. What do you expect?" I looked down at my lap to hide my grief.

"You didn't kill her..."

"But I'm responsible for her death. I was the one driving. It was my fault. I basically killed her." My voice cracked as I got up.

"Sydne-"

"I don't want to hear it" I said under my breath. I took a deep breath. "You haven't lost a best friend before, let alone been responsible for a death. Don't tell me it's going to be okay, because it sure as hell doesn't feel like it." I tried my best to keep my voice calm, but my voice cracked. I shook my head before headed for the room I was staying in.

. . .

I sniffled as I continued to watch The Vampire Diaries. I wasn't crying over the show, I already knew everything that happened like the back of my hand. I was crying because flashbacks of Audrey kept circling through my head. Those were something I seemed to get often.

Somebody knocked lightly on the door, it was probably just Dallas.

"What?" I called out

"Hey, uhm, can I come in?" a deep voice, that wasn't Dallas', softly asked from the other side of the door.

"Uhh..." I stalled before quickly wiping my tears off with the sleeve of my black sweater that I've worn like four times this week already, "Come in?" I answered more like a question than an invite as I sat up.

The door opened revealing Grayson, his eyes filled with pity and sympathy. I mentally rolled my eyes. All I've gotten from everyone the past two months has been pity and sympathy.

"Hi..." He smiled ever so slightly as he sat down at the end of the bed. "So, uh, I'm not going to be another one of those people that asks 'are you okay?' when by the looks of it you're not. And I'm not going say one of those thing everybody says when someone loses somebody, because I'm sure you're sick of it by now." He rambled softly.

"You're not?" I cocked my head to the side. I tiny wave of relief rushed through me; he wasn't about to tell me all that bullshit.

All I've heard from everyone in the past few months has been 'are you okay'; 'It's not your fault'; 'it's going to be okay'; 'she's in a better place', blah, blah, blah.