Deep Breath | G.Dolan

Beautiful Eyes

I was sitting in the kitchen eating half a pretzel I found on the counter. I was staring into space and thinking about my plans for that night. I have to plan it all ahead of time to make sure that I don't double book myself to be in two places at once...nope no plans. That was easy.

"Hey Ciara, what are you—" Grayson walked into the kitchen and stopped in his tracks. Do I thought it was some big dramatic scene and stopped eating my pretzel mid chew. "Is that my pretzel?"

"...no. I found it on the counter. It's been there for 2 days."

"It's been on the counter for 2 hours," he said beginning to argue with me.

"2 hours for leftovers in my world is like 2 days so...I don't see your point," I said continuing to eat it.

"And you're just going to go on eating it after I told you it was mine," he said shifting his weight to one leg like a woman.

"Yes. Maybe you should put your name on it next time."

"I wrote an 'G' on the bag with red pen!" Ugh this child is not going to give up.

"I thought that was a 4...like 4 you." I pulled the last piece out of the bag.

"Don't do it," he said as I raised it to my mouth. I smiled teasing him. "Stop I want it!" he said running over to me and grabbing my arm trying to pull it to his mouth.

"MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT BEFORE YOU NEGLECTED IT FOR TWO HOURS," I said fighting back and struggling to pull it up to my face. I stopped resisting and didn't mean for it to happen but I ended up punching him in the face. It wasn't that hard but he still made it seem like the end of the world. Pussy.

"Ouch ouch ouch!" he yelled holding his eye. "People take pictures of this you know...I have to look good."

"You know, I almost felt bad for you. Suck it up," I said watching him get ice out of the freezer. I rolled my eyes. "Here, take the damn pretzel." I held it out for him and once he reached for it I pulled it back and shoved the whole thing into my mouth. It was too much for me to chew and my mouth was getting really dry.

"What? Don't want to swallow? Gonna choke?" Now he's just making sexual references that I didn't appreciate. I shook my head no and tried to chew it. He was laughing at my misery. My mouth was getting so dry from the salt that I almost couldn't breathe. "What's wrong, chipmunk?" Real original. I didn't know what to do so I spit the entire thing out...on to the table. He looked absolutely disgusted. I smiled.

"Do you still want it?" I offered motioning to the chewed ball that was sitting there.

"I don't have a best friend," he said shaking his head. "I have a pet."

"Don't discriminate." I started to clean the spit up with a paper towel. "What did you come in here to ask me anyway, before you assaulted me?"

"I'm the one with the black eye but I assaulted you?"

"Save the dramatics Leo, it's barely even red." He held the ice up to his face and continued answering my original question.

"Oh right I was going to ask if you were doing anything today and then I remembered you only have 4 other friends and they're all recording so...you probably don't have any plans."

"Listen douche...that's accurate," I said washing my hands. "What do you want to do?"

"I wanted to take you on a tour of Los Angeles," he said smiling and excited like a small child. "You know, like you did with me in New York."