Deep Breath | G.Dolan

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"Did you pack your underwear and bras?"

"Yes mom."

"Did you pack your toothbrush and retainer?"

"Yes mom."

"Did you pack your pads?"

"Mom!" I yelled looked up at her. She looked like she was going to kill me. "...yes." My mother takes no bullshit. She's a tough woman, been through a lot, kicking ass and taking names. Mostly mine. She was back visiting from Palestine where she works and everything was the way it usually was...actually—

"Did you pack your lingerie?" Kayla asked when my mom left the room.

"Well considering I'm staying with your boyfriend...yes," I said and she laughed one of her huge obnoxiously contagious laughs.

"Are you gonna smang it?" she asked.

"We're gonna stay up all night and do it ALL again...and again...and again...and again." She is obviously not the jealous type. "Call him or text him or face time him or something. Make sure his refrigerator is ready for my body." She called and put it on speaker. "Speaker? I don't want to hear him dirty talking."

"Hello Kayla," he answered. I already want to throw up. I made a face and she laughed.

"Hey Gray, what's going on?" she asked. Oh please don't say something dirty...or do. I can use it for blackmail later.

Maybe I should rewind a little bit. The night of the concert when Kayla met them it was July 2nd. Grayson got her number. Grayson called her that night and they talked for 4 hours. They came back to Pennsylvania about a week later and Kayla visited him almost every day. That's a 3 hour trip every day. Dedication. She asked if I wanted to come but I couldn't think of another excuse to tell my mother. It's now August 20th and they've been dating for a little over a month. It hasn't gone public yet but some people have their speculations. Not about her but about him having a girlfriend in general.

As for me I'm packing for my semester abroad in Los Angeles and I'm staying with Grayson in his new house since Ethan and Emma moved in together and he was by himself now. My mum wasn't going to let me goto LA because the housing was too expensive and it was in a bad area so she was worried. So I told her I was staying with my friend's grandma in the nicest/richest area of LA. She finally agreed. My friend's grandma is really Grayson. He does share some of the same tendencies as elderly women so I didn't see it as a complete lie.

"Well it's 7 in the morning here so I was sort of sleeping," he said and I could hear the sheets ruffling.

"Do you have food or not?" I yelled. Just cutting to the point.

"Erm...no. I have to do that." No? No? He's about to live with Jabba the Hutt and his answer is no?

"How do you survive with no food in your house?" I got up and took the phone making faces the entire time.

"I eat out a lot!" he said defending himself. "Wanna know a secret?" I waited for him to finish. "I'm not wearing pants." Fantastic. This is what I'm living with.

"I'm done talking to you," I said handing the phone back to Kayla and she took it off speaker to talk. They weren't a disgusting all over couple. They were just...cool. That's the best way I can describe it. Cool.

When I was finished packing my entire closet I kicked Kayla out...who was still on the phone by the way...2 and a half hours later.

"Thanks for the help packing. Appreciate it," I yelled out after her as I watched her get into her car. Talking and driving? That's against the law biotch. Secretly hoping she gets pulled over...what? It would be a funny situation. For me at least.