Lost in time G.D E.D

Part 36

I finish vacuuming the kitchen floor when  walks out in his boxers with his clothes in his hands.

"Can't get clean?" I tease him and he shakes his head. I take his clothes and put them in my hamper.

As I throw our clothes in the washer I remember a similar but reversed moment with Phil. I lean against the washer and wipe my eyes.

I know it wasn't even a full year we were together but he's the only person I've ever felt an inkling of love for.

I'm starting to love Grayson and Ethan as friends I think

but not like Phil. Thats why I haven't been to Pizzajacks on days he worked in 20 years, the last time I saw Phils face was when he died in my arms, I can't stand to see him again.

Like I said back then, I ruined his life. The only way I could possibly have Phil is back in my real life and if 40 year old Phil likes 18 year olds. Its such a childish thought for a 41 year old woman to have.

"Olivia?" Grayson stands in the doorway. I look up at him and quickly stop crying,

"Whats wrong?"

"Nothing Gray," I shake my head and quickly start the washer. I follow him out and walk to my room,

"Since I'm half your height I don't suppose I have clothes that fit,"

"You're 3'1?" He teases.

"Yes," I roll my eyes and look around my dresser and closet.

"You have a ouija board?" He asks. My eyes widen and I look over. He holds the planchette looking it over.

"Yeah, pretty lame, I know," I nod. He looks at the closed notepad and reaches for it.

"Naw, thats my diary," I lie and put it in a drawer. Theres not much written in it, just a few short conversations between me and Death.

"Have you ever got anything from it?" Grayson asks.

"No, it doesn't work," I lie.

"I wanna try it," he smiles excited.

"You can't play alone,"

"Then play it with me," he pokes my arm.

"Its just a toy Gray," I cross my arms. He puts the board on the middle of my bed and sits on the end. He puts his fingers on the planchette and waits for me.

I sigh and cross my legs sitting by my pillows. I put my fingers on it and hope Death doesn't answer.

"Is there anyone here with us?" Grayson asks. The planchette immediatly moves to yes. Either Death is a dick or Grayson is fucking with me,

"Who's there? Identify yourself?"

I-t-s J-a-m-e-s

"James White?" I joke along with Death, knowing exactly what he's doing.

"James White? What?" Grayson asks confused.

H-e-y G-r-a-y-s-o-n

"How do you know my name?" Grayson asks creeped out. I bite my lip watching, wondering how far Death is going to go with this.

A-r-e y-o-u g-o-n-n-a k-i-l-l m-e

"Bruh," I look at the board annoyed.

Grayson just looks horrified.

"Lets just stop," I whine.

"What the hell? Are you doing this?" He asks.

"No, I'm not strong enough to move this and your hands, we need to say goodbye,"

"Bye," he says and quickly lets go. I repeat him and set the board on my dresser,

"What the fuck?"

"I told you not to play with it," I shake my head.

"I wasn't expecting anything like that, why James? James alive. How did it know I'm-," he cuts himself off.

"Planning to kill someone?" I ask hesitant.

"Only if they hurt you first," he tries to remind.

"I know Gray, lets go try our cake," I remember and get up. We head to the kitchen where the cake is cooling. He looks excitedly as I grab two plates and cut us pieces, of course not with the knife I almost died on.

"It's so good," he smiles after a bite. I nod in agreement, fucking Jake ruining my first cake. We sit on the counter and just enjoy our food and each others company.

I look at the remaining cake. "

"We can bring Ethan a few pieces, Patrick, James, Zack, and Tori in Drama at least,"

"Breakfast of champions," he teases.

"Or we eat the whole thing, we could both use the meat on our bones," I tease him and rub his stomach.

"I think you look great Liv," he frowns.

"I'm too skinny," I shrug, I used to hear it all the time.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"My parents...aren't the healthiest. And I don't want to look sick like them. But I've been told I do, I do anything I can to not look that way," I look down.

"Whats wrong with them?" He asks.

"My father has been a drug addict since he was 22, mom is mentally ill and doesn't get out of bed, pretty much like that my entire life," I shrug.

"Do you know why?" He asks.

"Mom....was involved in a school shooting," I test the waters and watch him. His eyes widen a little,

"I was born premature due to it. We could have died too,"

"I'm- I'm sorry," he looks at me in surprise. Ironic, he's apologizing for his own shooting.

"As for my dad, he wasn't really mentally effected by the shooting. But he hit the lottery and drugs became more important than me and mom. That's why I try hard to be as different from them as possible. I had an awful childhood, that's why I'm on my own now,"

"You'll never be them Olivia, you're a better person," he rubs my cheek. I place my hand on his.

"No, I'm not. I bullied people, I laughed at a girl who's mom died. I'm no better than either of them," I look down sad.

"You learned from your mistake, you are incredible," he holds me. We put our dishes in the sink and I switch the laundry into the dryer.

"Do you wanna just spend the night?" I offer him.

"Are you sure?" He asks surprised.

"Yeah, it's already late and we have school in the morning," I nod.

"Alright, we'll just have to stop at my house before school," he nods.

"Of course, I'll set my alarm earlier," I smile and walk to my room. I set the alarm and lay down patting next to me. He smiles and lays with me. "Goodnight Liv," he whispers.

"Goodnight Gray,"