I froze, the love of my life two feet infront of me. I stand up to shake his hand. He was a lot shorter than I expected. He was a good 5 inches shorter than me. I pretend not to know who he is and his whole life story. His hands were smooth against mine. I could tell he moisturized. He had baby soft skin to match that cherub-like similarity he had.
He looked into my eyes and asked me my name. "BRIANNA!" I accidently yelled at him because of my sheer excitement. I quickly followed up with "but my friends call me bri". He continued to stare at me, into my soul. "That's a beautiful name Bri. My name's Greyson." My heart just about melted. I could just stare at him for hours. Unfortunately I couldn't because my mother had decided that now of all times would be a great time for dinner. She hollared at me until I was at the front door.
Dinner was one of my favorite meals: fried cabbage with steak meat. Most likely to make up for dragging me out to this rotten place... which wasnt that rotten. As long as I had Greyson, I could live in the firey pits of hell for all i cared. After dinner I went up to my room and skyped with my friends back home. Naturally they didn't believe my story about Greyson, but who can blame them?
After catching up with my friends I close my laptop and lie face up on my bed. My room was empty. It needed a feel of home. And Greyson was my home. I put up all my 354 posters and magazine clippingg of him on my walls. Now, everywhere I looked I had the comfort of the most perfect guy ever.
Falling asleep is hard, especially with the excitement of the day. Eventually, I slip away into a serene slumber and dreams filled of Greyson, me and our 6 kids.
