Chapter five : Composure

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composure
/kəmˈʊʒə/
noun
the state or feeling of being calm and in control of oneself.
"she was struggling to regain her composure"
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Time passage - 2 months.
Grayson's pov:
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It was August.

I had been dealing with my anxiety very well. Or at least as well as I could.

The sun baked my skin as my feet dipped into the water of our pool.

I felt oddly calm.

Maybe it was the summer , or maybe it was the gentle breeze.
I wasn't quite sure.
Maybe it was even both.

I snapped out of my daze and headed inside to get some food.

"Hey dude what ya up to?" Ethan asks as I enter the room.

"Just chilling by the pool, wanna join?" I reply , I begin to rifle through the cabinets for a snack.

"Sure , I could use some cooling off" he says , he then heads off to change into a pair of swim shorts.

Unable to find something I felt like to eat, I headed back to the pool. This time throwing myself in.

I rose from the water with a gasp , the coolness clung to me.

It felt refreshing. It felt right.

Holy fuck I love summer.

I waited for Ethan, who at first was scared of the cold water.

"Jump in you pussy, come on!" I yelled.

"Grayson it's freezing!!!" He shrieked.

"Just do it!!!!"

He eventually jumped in. Quickly swimming over to me and splashing me right smack in the face.

"Dudeeeeee!" I giggled a little , before splashing him back harder.

We continued to splash each other, chasing after one another in the pool.

Almost out of breath Ethan suddenly remembers his video idea.

"Okay so ...... we do a bunch of like challenges or something to help conquer our fears." He states.

"Hmm that could be interesting"

"So we film tomorrow then?" He says eager to get started.

"Sounds good" I say , I dive back under the water.

I pretend to be a shark now and chase after Ethan.
We used to play this game all the time as kids.

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We decided to cook up a stir fry for dinner.
Which Ethan only ate after I let him help with the cooking.

We sat in the living room , stomachs full , and with Ethan's laptop on the coffee table.

We had been going through what phobias of ours we were going to face, agreeing on picking the challenges for each other.

I was so exhausted from being in the sun all day , and felt my self starting to drift while on the couch.

"Hey buddyyyy , come on let's get you to bed" I hear Ethan say softly.

He helps me and leads me to my bed.
He tucks me in gently.

"Goodnight bro" he whispers

"Goodnight" I say , I drift away in slumber.

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