Never Letting Go

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

   I partially woke up when I heard the front door slam about 15 minutes later.

   "Oh, Olive is over!" his mom said in an excited voice and Colton quickly shushed her.

   "Shhh mom she's sleeping!" he gently moved my legs and got up, and walked over to his mom.

   "Calm down Colt, she still is. Help me bring the groceries in."

   "But mom," he whined, "I have a friend over-"

   "And she's sleeping," his mom interrupted, "It's not going to kill you to go away from her for 5 minutes. The quicker the groceries are brought in and put away the quicker dinner will be done."

   He mumbled something under his breath I couldn't make out, but I heard the door open and close a few seconds later so I figured he'd headed out. I peeked my eyes open slightly and the room was empty. Glancing up at the clock I noticed it was going on 6. I figured now was a good time for me to get up, I didn't feel comfortable sitting there and being lazy while both Colton and his mom were unloading the car.

   I walked over to the door, opening it quickly for his mom who had just stepped up on the porch.

   "Oh you're up!" she said and smiled, walking past me and setting down the bags right inside the doorway. She gave me a quick hug, "Did you have a good nap?"

   "Yeah. Sorry about that."

   "Oh nonsense! I have no problem with it. You kids have to get up so early nowadays for school, I don't know how you're still standing."

   I smiled and she walked off into the kitchen, still rambling on. I opened the door and slipped outside, heading towards his mom's car.

   "Hey," Colton said and frowned when he was me, "I thought I told you to sleep."

   "I did, for a bit."

   He gave me a worried look at touched my face with his free hand, "You look terrible Olive."

   "Just what every girl wants to hear."

   He cracked a slight smile, but I could still see the worry in his eyes, "You know what I mean. You look really tired."

   "I'm fine," I said and tried to give him a reassuring smile, "What do you want me to take?"

   "You're fine with lasagna, right Olive?" Colton's mom asked me as she set down the dish on the table, "I mean, I thought you ate it last time you were here without a problem but then you always eat whatever, not complaining or anything ever. So I wasn't sure but hopefully-"

   "Heather," Colton's dad interjected, "Just sit down and let the girl talk."

   "It's fine Mrs. Grey. Lasagna's great."

   "You sure?" she asked, looking unsure.

   Colton rolled his eyes from next to me, "Yeah mom. Chill. Everyone loves your lasagna."

   She beamed at him and started scooping some onto his dish, "Thank you dear!"

   I bit my lip, trying to keep the smile off my family. Mrs. Grey was probably one of the nicest people I'd ever met. Colt complained about her being too worrisome and overly fretful, but I found it sweet. Maybe it was because I didn't have a mother in my own life.

   The talk at dinner mainly consisted of Mr. Grey talking about his day at work. He worked at the local hospital as a doctor and it seemed like something crazy happened every single day. Mrs. Grey cut in here and there, either making comments on what he was saying or mentioning something about her.