Ocean Eyes • g.d

Chapter 11 • Romeo and Juliet

This is not gd I'm sorry
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It happened like this everyday.

Dad went to work.
Grayson picked me up 10 minutes later.
We'd drive around - the beach, the clubs, his back yard. Anything we could do together.

A week later, Grayson rang the doorbell on perfect time as he did everyday, at 9am. 9 am was my favourite time - my happy time.
He always greeted me with a hearty smile - that Grayson smile.
I arrange my studying out messily on the kitchen table, incase dad came back, with a note saying „off to the shops, be back soon", and then we run put the door, giggling and laughing, our fingers intertwined with one another.

We hop in his truck, a warm, Grayson-scent engulfing me as I pul on his hoodie that he would take off when we got in the car. It was almost a ritual. His scent was a calming agent to me.

Then, we sing at the top of our lungs to the songs on the aux, as we journey through the green land and I take in the sights - the trees and my topless boyfriend.

Today, we were going to spend a day just cuddling and watching movies.
I had done all sorts of adventuring with Grayson, but I wanted to have a chill day today.

We pull up in front of the house, Lisa's car not in the driveway, only Ethan and Cameron's. And the ugly fucker my dad called his „prize car".
We jump out, and we sneak in the front door, sprinting up the stairs, giggling as we reach Grayson's bedroom door.
I push it open, seeing blankets and tens of pillows on his bed, and fairy lights.

„You're soppy" I smile
„I thought you'd like it" he frowns, sarcastically
„I love it" i beam, and sit on the edge of his bed.
His window was open, and I hear the trickling of the stream outside. The freeness Of the water made me thirsty for acceptance. My tounge dry with bitterness towards my dad. I wish he let me be with Grayson. Sneaking around is tiring.

He pushes himself up the bed, sitting beside me, and stretches his arm around me, and I lay my head on his broad chest. The movie starts, but I reminisce on my days with Grayson. I compare the dark days without mom, and the growing sunlight Grayson brings me. His face was kissed by sundrops, and he radiates his positivity everywhere - it leaches from his extremities. It makes me happy. I feel the happiness sink into my skin as we touch.

The movie slowly passes. A lot of it I am thinking and looking at Grayson.
I think about all the posts on fan accounts I'd seen last night.
„I love Grayson with all my heart"
„He's so precious"
„He has my heart"
All of which, I strongly agree with.
But some- some were mad. People turning up at their house before, shipping them with other YouTubers - that I sit and laugh at - oh how they don't know.

A couple times Grayson catches me soaking in the sights of his jawline - I can never get enough. He smirks, kisses me, then tickles me, and we erupt into laughter. Often followed by a makeout. What's news?
His taste lingers on my lips, as I part them, about to face reality.

„this is so stupid" i say, huffing, turning on my front and looking up at him.
„What?" his face inqisitive.
„This sneaking around. My dad's ignorance. I just wish he'd accept that he's  already broken my heart once. I don't want him too again." I sigh.
„Mia, i know you miss your mom. I miss her for you. She's right here though, and I can sense it. But your dad sees us together, and he jumps to the most drastic, yet correct, conclusion. I understand - somewhat. His 16 year old daughter dating a 19 year old. But I would never hurt you. He knows that." and he rubs his large hand up and down my arm.

„But you're all that's making me happy right now. And he wants to take that away. If I ever saw Satan's signature on a face..." I mumble.
He looks at me, sympathy brimming in his eyes.
„I know, princess, I do. But you're my juliet" he smiles.
I smile back
„From ancient grudge break to new mutiny" I recite, „my dad really is ancient, so it's pretty accurate"
„Hopefully without civil blood making civil hands unclean" he laughs.
„But there already has been. He caused my mom to pass. Bloodshed has happened."
I dig into my back pocket, pulling out the letter I wrote to my mom for him to read.

He opens it, and peers at it intently.
I see it.
His gorgeous ocean eyes brimming with salty tears, as he reads my innermost emotions.

He takes his time, his pretty lips forming each word as he reads me praising him, and mourning for my mother.
A slight tear kisses his cheek, and he puts his arm down, pulling me into a tight hug.

„Im your Romeo, and youre my Juliet" he says, my head in his chest again. „Star- crossed lovers. It's fate. No matter how hard people try - we end up together" he stutters, choking on his words, and I feel his soft tear fall on my hair.

„Alive" he finishes, pushing my chin up, kissing me.
I relish in the feeling of his lips on mine, and wrap my arms around his neck, his hands travelling to my ass.

I pull away, and smiling, staring into his red puffy eyes.
„Alive" i repeat.

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Cliché (but catch the proleptic irony just wait and see)
Chapter twelve is smuttt :)