My Bittersweet Cinderella (A Greyson Chance Love Story)

Chapter 40

When night fell, we went back to the shore to change.

"I'll get the car ready." Greyson said as he ran off.

I called up dad and he quickly answered it at the first ring.

"Cameron! Where are you!? I've been calling you ten times already!"

"Dad I'm sorry, I went to the beach with Greyson."

"You didn't even ask for permission!"

"Dad I'm sorry." I sighed.

"Well get home right now, your flight's in an hour."

An hour, I need more time to be with Greyson.

"Um dad, can you go ahead and just go to the airport with ny things? Greyson's going to drive me to the airport instead."

He pauses.

"Okay, just be careful." He said sighing.

"We will dad." Then I hung up.

Greyson came rushing to me. He took our things then we walked to the car.

"Greyson?"

"Yup?"

"Can you take me to the airport instead?"

We went in the car and we settled our things at the back.

"Does your dad know about this?" He asked.

I nodded. "I bought us some more time." I grinned.

He hit the ignition and smiled. "Well, then let's make the most out of it."

All the way to the airport, Greyson blasted The Script songs. We sang our hearts out and kept on screaming like idiots at passerbys.

"Give love to your friends, give love to your foes. Give the love around and back around it goes!" Greyson screamed-sang to a woman who made her son look away from Greyson.

"Oh my gosh!" I laughed.

"Well thank you for the love you're giving me!" He screamed sarcastically.

"Aw Greyson." I laughed harder.

"I was sending a good message to her son! What's her problem?" He pouted.

"You sounded like you were going to start a revolution."

He laughed. "Hey, what time is it?"

I looked at the dashboard clock. "Seven-thirty."

"Starbucks?" He asked looking at a Starbucks shop at the right.

"Starbucks."

"Maybe Starbucks will be our always." He smirked.

"Oh no." I said facepalming myself.

Greyson parked the car in front and we went in.

"The usual." I said as I plopped down a couch.

Greyson went to the cashier and ordered. I looked out the window and saw an old woman holding a box saying: Puppies for Sale. Without having any second thoughts, I walked out and approached the lady.

"Hi." I greeted.

"A hundred dollars for the last one." She showed me the skinny little puppy.

"I'll take it." I handed her the money and took the puppy.

The puppy was a black labrador. He slept soundly on my arm not even shivering in the cold air. I put him in my bag on top of my clothes from earlier then went back inside the café.