---On Saturday morning---
You: *snoring loudly while your face is being covered by a pillow*
(After 5 minutes, your alarm rings)
You: *reaches out for the alarm on your bedside table and snoozes it*
(After 5 minutes, it rings again)
You: *attempts to snooze the alarm but falls out of bed instead* Ouch!
(Then the doorbell rings)
Maid 1: *shouts* Ma’am! Someone’s looking for you!
You: *whispers* Oh gosh! I totally forgot!
Maid 1: His name is Greyson!
You: Just tell him to wait for me there!
(You rush to the bathroom to wash yourself and change your clothes. Then you go downstairs and you see Greyson sitting on a couch and looking at a photo album)
You: *runs to Greyson* Hey! Don’t look at those pictures!
(But because you were hurrying, you tripped off on a TV cord and then…)
Greyson: *catches you and smiles while staring at your eyes* GOTCHA! You all right?
You: *stares at Greyson’s brown magnificent eyes* (He’s soooo cute. Did this guy came from heaven?)
Greyson: *stares back at you but still holds you in his arms* (She’s soooo cute. Did this girl came from heaven?)
You: Oh! I’m all right. Thanks! *smiles and stands*
Greyson: If not being almost bumped by a car, you’ll trip off on a cord. You’re so clumsy! Don’t you think I should always be by your side so you’ll have an always-ready-hero? *smiles*
You: *laughs* You’re joking.
Greyson: (No I’m not.) Ahahahah…. Yeah…
You: So, let’s get going?
Greyson: Oh, okay. The car’s outside.
You: *goes outside, enters the car and sees Cody inside* Good morning Cody! *smiles at Cody*
Cody: *looks back at you then smiles* Good morning! Had a nice sleep?
You: Aha. Yeah.
Cody: That’s great.
(Greyson enters the car and you’re on your way to Greyson’s house)
---In Greyson House---
You: *sees the grand piano* Woah! (O.o)
Greyson: That’s where you’ll practice.
You: Really? I’ve never seen a piano as big as this!
Greyson: Ahahaha…
You: Hey, where’s Cody? *looks back*
Greyson: (Cody, Cody, Cody. What about me?) Oh, I think he just got his guitar. He said he’ll be jamming with us.
You: Oh! He plays guitar? I love guitar too!
Greyson: *avoids the question* Hey [your name], do you think Cody’s nice?
You: Yeah! He’s nice. I love… *you cough because of something stucked on your throat*
Greyson: (Oh no!) You love what?
You: I… *coughs* I love his traits. And he’s cute.
Greyson: (Whew!) Oh…
You: Do you think he likes me?
Greyson: (all emotions faded away) Wa-… Why? Do… do you like him?
You: *looks at Greyson*
Greyson: *looks back at you but then turns away*
You: A little….
Greyson: *disappointed* Oh…
(Cody enters the house with his guitar.)
Cody: Hey guys! You ready?
Greyson: Wait a sec. guys, I’ll just get my songbook.
You: Oh, okay.
(Greyson leaves)
Cody: So, you play guitar?
You: Yeah, I love playing guitar. But I’m not familiar with major chords.
Cody: I can teach you! Come here. *sits on a chair*
You: *sits beside Cody*
Cody: It’s much better if I guide your hands. *Gives you the guitar and holds both of your hands to control it*
You: *plays C major* Hey! It’s pretty easy! *continues to play*
Cody: *stops your strumming hand and holds it still. He stares at you and your heads are just 5 inches away from each other
You: (Oh my gosh! I’m gonna melt!)
Cody: Your strumming is out of rhythm. *smirks*
You: *shakes your head* Oh! Sorry!
Cody: Let’s try again.
(Greyson was just listening and watching at them from behind a bookshelf. Quite sad for himself for a reason that he can’t define. All he could do was pretend, pretend that he’s just okay, even though deep inside, it kills him in pain.)
