The Greyson Project

Chapter Eight

The Greyson Project.

The little boy wasn't so bad, but it wasn't so good either.

"Wanna watch TV?" I asked, the little boy.

He shook his head no, "Read me a story" he tell.

"No way" I shook my head.

"Please" he pleaded.

"No" I said.

"One story, and I'll be a sleep" He is smart, and that is a great offer.

"Okay fine" I said, and moved to sit on the couch he bring his almost touched coca and sites next to me.

"What story?" I asked.

"Do you know Ceinderla?" he asked.

"No" I lied.

"Snow White?" he asked.

"Fine" I huffed, "Once upon a time.. There was a king and queen, for a beautiful peaceful kingdom, and one day they had a little girl, a little princess she was the most beautiful girl in the world..."

"Just like you" the kid said, and I laughed.

"She was peaceful and beautiful, They named her Snow White....." I kept tell him the story

"But even though Snow White tried, she couldn't save het mother, and her mum soul get to heaven"

"Why she couldn't?" the kid ask.

"Because her mum was so sick, that no one knows how to cure her" I tell him.

I kept telling him the story and he kept asking a lot of questions, till he finally give up and fall asleep on my legs.

I heard a knock on the door, I moved the little boy carefully not to wake him up, to see how is it.

"I'm coming" I whispered yelled, I don't think the person on the other side of door can hear me.

"What?" I snapped as soon as I opened the door, he took a step back and come back tow steps, I rolled my eyes.

"Isn't this Mrs. Evans house" he asked.

"Yeah, whatever, how can I help you" I said with a fake smile.

"Last time I checked, I'm sure Mrs. Evans wasn't beautiful young woman, with the hottest body I have ever seen" he frowned, and I almost slapped the door, but he stop it with his foot, "I'm here for my brother, liam" he said, and I opened the door.

"He's sleeping on the couch" I tell him, and turn on my heel to the kitchen.

"What does a pretty girl like you doing here? Charities?" he asked, as he followed me to the kitchen.

"Get your brother, and get the hell out of here" this boy have this bad boy look, that every girl fall for even me, but I saw a lot of him, really his type getting old, okay maybe not that old.

"Or what" he challenged.

"I'll call the cops" I rolled my eyes.

"Why would they come" he smirked.

"Because, You broke into the house without permission" I said slowly, hoping his bump brain get it.

"I would say that you were with me in the crime" he sigh, with huge grin.

"Get your brother and get out" I yelled at him.

"No" he pouted.

"Can I have some water" Laim said walking to me.