Ocean Eyes • g.d

•Chapter 13 •Sex And Sunrise

Kinda shabby but I just wanna write the next chapter!!!
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The moon glistened, watching me as I rambled about my room in the comforting dark.
My mind was a mix of haste and thoughts about my night with Grayson. His sunlight touch.

I grabbed the few things I'd brought with me to this side of the state - an old small photo album of Mom and I, a scrapbook my friends back home had made me, and my Polaroid's, my favourite one being the selfie Grayson and I had took entangled in his sheets, looking exhausted after our expressions of love. It warmed me.

I look at my clock - 3.15 am. Grayson will be here in a few minutes, to whisk me off in the dark like a knight in shining armour.

I grabbed a post-it note, and write Dad a message.
"I'm safe. I'll see you soon. M"

One section being a plain lie.
Not like he cares anyway.

I heard a small tap on the door. I grab my bag, and open it, beaming, seeing a messy Grayson standing at my door with open arms.
"Are you sure about this?"
"Positive" i beam, running to his truck, shutting the B&B door for The last time behind me.

Grayson swung himself into the drivers seat, connecting the aux chord. He played floaty songs - the ones you listen too when high. 3 am felt other-worldly with Grayson. I was high on the addicting oxytocin running through me. The hullucinations of myopic teenage love.

"Are you sure you want to do this"
"I feel safe with you" I smile, and sway to the music, soaking in my freedom. The feeling of happiness drowning my insecurities.

I spot the moon parallel to it. To the ocean.
As we pull up to coast.
The first stop on our run away expedition we had devised.

The moons rays of reflected light shone down onto the ripple like peaks of angels cracking through the sky's patterns. It was magical. And heartbreaking.
He pulls up, and comes to my side of the door, beaming.

"My lady" he curtseys jestfully as I hop out the truck, and take his hand, giggling.
He kisses my hand before whisking me up, carrying me, as I kick and laugh for him to put me down. Secretly, I enjoyed the sight of his muscles.

He walks down the steps to the beach, me still in his arms, laughing and looking up at him.

He placed me down gently, majestically, onto the fine sand. I stretch my fingers through the grains, picking up and letting it go.
I took in the nature. The sound of the lapping waves whispering, and the odd car that drive my, spluttering feul. The salty coastal scent enriching my nose, and a mix of graysons aftershave.
The feeling of sand between my toes, and graysons fingers latched into mind. They fit perfectly. Like two pieces of a puzzle. Fate.

The sun was down, the moon watching us, grinning.
I enjoyed the quiet with Grayson, his arm now around me as I leant on him.
I pulled out my Polaroid camera, and snap a picture of, one, the sea, and two, grayson and I. I love pictures. They keep memories alive.

"Can you feel it?" He whispers, pointing to the sea.
"What?" I whisper back, his grin giving me electric chills.
"Your mom. She's hear" he says.
I look around, feeling instant comfort from his words.
I look up, kissing him.
"My two favourite people, in one place" I smile.

Hours pass.
However it only seems like minutes, the time spent with grayson and my mom wash past, the pretty sunrise reminding me of graysons sunlight.
"Mia, I love you" he says.
I feel dazed, tired but able to keep my eyes open.
"I love you too gray" I croak out.

I push myself up, much to my dismay, wanting to be engulfed in grayson more.
"The sunrise is like you - pretty" he smiles, as I begin to walk to the car.
"Not as much as You, pretty boy" I tease.
We agreed that at sunrise we'd move to our next location.
The airport.

I walk ahead of grayson, and up the steps, him striding to go after me, again me laughing, throwing my hands in the air - letting my freedom embody me. Possess my little frame.

I step onto the side walk, grayson reaching the base of the steps on the beach.

I walk to the car, twirling, my hair flying from the subtle wind, mimicking me in a couple hours. The sunrise gave my skin a healthy glow, my mood mirroring it.

Grayson reaches the top of the stairs, as as I reach the curb to go around and get into my side of the truck.

My bare feet feel the cool tarmac, and my head spins around, sudden and sharp, as I hear a strangled shout from grayson -

"Mia!"

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