Lost in time G.D E.D

Part 16

"Whats so important that you waited an hour doln?" I ask walking up to the porch.

Grayson sits on the stairs while Ethan pauses his pacing. 

"What? We can't just wait for you?" He asks, his mood lighting up. 

"Ethan?"I cross my arms. 

"Can we hide some shit here? And get Grayson's hand looked at?" He asks. 

I ignore his first question, "Grayson's  hand?" 

I turn quick and see a shirt wrapped around Grayson's  left hand, Ethans coat is closed so I'm guessing it's his.

I see a little blood dripping from the shirt.  I quickly unlock the main door and lead them to my apartment. 

"What happened?" I groan as Ethan sits on the couch and Grayson avoids my carpet. 

"The idiot used a rock to break glass but instead of throwing the rock he kept it in his hand and cut his hand open," Ethan rolls his eyes. 

"Well then maybe you shouldn't break into random vans," I roll my eyes and get a first aid kit. 

"How did you know?" Grayson asks. 

"Let me fix your hand up Gray," I unwrap the shirt.

I clean out the multiple cuts on his hand and he winces, "Quit your bitchin,"

"Thanks Liv," Ethan watches and I nod, "So can we hide shit here?"

"No Ethan,you can't hide things in my house," I wag my finger at him. 

"Damn," he stomps childishly and I giggle rolling my eyes. 

I wrap gauze around Grayson's  hand and put my kit away before sitting with him.

I look up at Ethan standing over us. 

"Why did you have to steal that shit?" I look at him disappointed. 

"That dumbfuck left it out in the middle of no fucking where on a mon fucking day," he shrugs and I roll my eyes. 

"Take your car home and hide shit in your room, don't do anything with it for a while," I sigh. 

"You can't tell us wha-," Ethan starts.  "Dammit Ethan, Look at Grayson! His hand is cut open and your car is filled with stolen shit. You're a fucking thief and trying to drag me into it," 

"Liv calm down, it's my fault too," Grayson holds my elbow and pulls me closer.

I look away and turn to him. 

"We don't need to deal with her Gray, lets go," Ethan shakes his head. 

"She's our friend," he says but pulls away from me. 

"Lets go," Ethan demands and pulls Grayson  up. 

"Right hand!" I glare at him as he reaches for graysons injured left.

Grayson just silently follows Ethan out of my house. 

At least I didn't get murdered this time.

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Feb 14th 1998  Me and my date pull up to the school in his car, we can barely hear the music from his car. I huff hearing Madonna again. 

"I know you hate her, but it's okay, we'll be outta here soon," he smiles and squeezes my knee.

I smile at him shyly and straighten out my dress over my knee,