Ocean Eyes • g.d

Chapter 10 • who are you really?

And now no Grayson.
I hear my dad running after me as I leave the B&B, and I keep walking, the gravel crunching under my heavy, angry steps. My hurt and emotional agony being expelled from my feet.
He gets to the end of the driveway and yells after me, defeated - "curfew is 11 pm". He turns back around and heads back inside. He cares a lot - you can tell.

I was angry at myself for not getting Grayson's number. Now that I can't see him, I wish I'd let him have my number that glorious day we met. I mentally kick myself, cursing at my stupidity. And now no Grayson. No more memories. No more smiling for sometime.

I take my phone out. Maybe he has social media - an instagram or something. He must do, no 19 year old (good looking) boy wouldn't. I can dm him. I hope.

I try to remember the back route we take to get to the Dolan's house. I don't care how long it takes me, I need to get to Gray and ask for his number. With mum gone, I need Grayson's support. I shouldn't rely on him, but currently - he's all I have. I take his shirt I'm still wearing and lift the top to my nose, the shift smelling of him slightly. Smelling like someone I shouldn't of fallen in love with but I have, someone that cares for me and helps me grow, someone that you would stereotype to break hearts - let's hope he doesn't turn out to smell of that.

I go on my Instagram, ignoring the notifications from my friends back home.

Explore.
Search bar
G r a y s o n d o l a n I type in
There's one - could be him.
Click.
Look.
Blue certified tick? No not him.
Then I scroll down.
Grayson.
With 9 million followers?
Ethan tagged.
Click.
8 Million?
Videos?
YouTube.
Dolan twins.
Famous?

My boyfriend was famous?
And he never told me - well maybe he wanted normality.
I click on a video - wedgie hangman - sure was him.

Turning the corner, trying to find my way, I realise there's no way he'll see my dm. The boy has so many fan accounts dming him on the daily.

Dolan twins.
They weren't so popular back home, I've never heard of them before, neither had my friends by the looks of things. We stuck to fine British youtubers - Luke Birch and all that - bloody iconic.

Shit. There no way I'm walking down the back roads in the dark, so there's no hope of trying to see Grayson. I guess I'll have to forget seeing my famous boyfriend again.
I sigh, turning around. Preparing myself to see my dad's smug face when I arrive back 30 mins after I left. I can picture it already. Makes me shiver.

I stick my phone in the back of Grayson's shorts pocket, which I still had on.

I felt something.

Grab it.

Pull it.

A slip of paper.

Unfold.

A number.

What a clever bugger.

I take it, smiling, and punch it into my phone, hitting dial immediately.

Bring bring.
Bring bring.
Bring br -

"Hello?" A deep, recognisable voice echos to me.

"Grayson?" I say
"Mia? Ay you found my number then!" He laughs down the phone.
"Thankfully" I sigh, taking a seat on the grass slope on the side of the futile road.
"Thankfully?" He repeats.
"Long Story. Come and get me?" I say.
"Where are you?"
"Half way down 32nd street I believe"
"The back lanes? Mia it's almost dark.. be careful, I'm coming" he hangs up.

I stare at the setting sun, flattening my body into the grass each time a car passes, in an attempt to not get hit.
My brain wirrs.
Processing my thoughts about mum and the cigarettes, dad's ignorance, grayson asking me out, and most shockingly of all - his career.

The sun sets, it's warmth slowly fading, and I recognise the warning signs of my demons. The dark, and the water hanging in the tear ducts of my eyes. The panic attacks. I take out the last fag I got, and dad's lighter I stole as I grabbed my windbreaker before heading out. I light it.

The smoke suppresses the thoughts, and demons, and I get high on the calm feeling. I stamp it out as I see Graysons car.
He pulls over.
"Hop in" he says, topless and smiling.
I get in.
Numb with anger at my dad.
What didn't he like about Gray? Was he scared that I'd found another male role in my life? Fat Chance of Dad being replaced, happened years ago when Santa become more of a role model than him. Even after I found out about all the bullshit.

Numb

Grayson drives off
"What's happened? Is it your dad? Mia why so quiet?" He says, hand on my thigh.

The anger brews, and I get heated.

"He says I can't see you anymore Grayson. I'm not allowed to come over. He found the missing cigarettes. He thinks you're a bad influence - when really you're the only thing holding me together. "

"Calm down. We will make it work. I love you, we will sort this out"

I look at him, at a red light on the urban streets we now inhabited.

"What?" He says.

"Who are you really?" I laugh.

"What do you mean?"

"Mr 'I have thousands of fan accounts and 10 million youtube subs'" we both laugh.

"How'd you find out?"

"Tried finding your Instagram to dm you, as thought I didn't have your number"

"Must be Sherlock Holmes" we both laugh again.

"I love you, Mia. We will work this out"

"Curfews 11," i joke.

"I love you too" I smile, as we pull into the driveway of his house.

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But rusty I'm sorry next one will be better.