Nothing to lose

Chapter 13: Greyson

"Here, let me help you." I put Mia's foot up onto the ottoman and placed a bag of ice on top of it.

Mia sighed with relief. Her toe was slightly bruised and a little red. It probably wouldn't have gotten to this if she hadn't insisted on walking on it all day.

"Thanks," she said, leaning back onto the couch cushions. "You know, I didn't do a ton of walking today. I was mostly working the bakery alongside Freya. She's pretty cool and super funny." She giggled.

"I bet." I smiled. "Now, back to the topic of my performance." I took a seat next to her.

"Hmmm... Performance?" Mia tapped her pointer finger on her chin. "There was only one band on stage tonight. I don't think anybody memorable came on after them," she teased.

My eyes narrowed into slits. "Hahaha. Not only was the second act so utterly fantastic that the audience asked for multiple encores. But he was so memorable that he had that same instrumental band ask him to join them."

Mia's jaw dropped. "What! OHMYGOSH! THEY DID NOT !" she slapped her hands onto her cheeks.

I chuckled at her reaction. "They did. Their singer-less, and they need a temporary fill-in. So I'm joining the band for the summer, and we'll see where it goes from there."

"Wow. You picked up your guitar again for the first time in forever, performed in front of a large crowd, and got yourself into a band? You're seriously overachieving this week, don't you think?" She bumped her shoulder into mine.

I smirked, shaking my head. "Not even close."

"I'm surprised, though." Mia carefully angled her body towards mine, making sure not to move her injured foot around too much. "I didn't think you wanted to live that kind of life. Even if it's only for a little while."

She wasn't wrong.

Being in a band and performing was my dad's thing. I never thought I would be able to follow in his footsteps.

I shrugged, placing both arms behind my head.

"Let me guess. It's one of the many things Greyson McNamara has to try just for the sake of trying because he lives for the thrill of jumping from one hobby to the next." Mia said, accurately describing what could be my worst but yet most fun personality trait.

She might be the only person who can list all the hobbies and activities that I've gotten into over the years.

I think even I might have forgotten all of them.

Mia continued, "I swear that's like your special skill. Now you've gone from street racing to singing. At least this hobby is legal," she jested, aiming straight for my heart.

I poked her ribs, causing her to flinch. "You're just full of jokes this week, aren't you?"

"Maybe," she replied playfully, drawing out the syllables.

I hung my head. What am I going to do with her?

"Anyways, I'm going to hop in the shower first." I stood up from my comfy position. I pointed to her foot. "Don't keep that ice pack on for more than 15 minutes. Okay?"

She gave me the universal "OK" sign with her hand.

I took about a ten-minute shower. I didn't bring any extra clothes in the bathroom but a fresh pair of boxers, which wasn't a big deal since Mia has seen me like this before plenty of times. I wrapped my towel around my neck and walked out.

I was going to ask Mia if she wanted to have a movie night, but when I approached her, she didn't even hear me walk up behind her. She was too busy, furiously texting someone.