My Philophobia G.D.

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"I'm sorry, I didn't know she was going to say that"I say while looking at the juice in my glass.

"Don't worry.Not your fault.Ethan wuold've done that too"he jokes.
"You shouldn't joke" I laugh, after asking him how he slept through the night,while we are eating.
"I am not. It really was one of my best nights" I smile and don't say anything back.
"I prepared breakfast. Let's go eat" he says trying to make me stand up.
We took our dishes from the table,putting them in the dishwasher.

"What do you want to do now?"Grayson asks.

"I wuold love to brush my teeth but I can't  so I guess I'll go back home"

"I always have  a toothbrush more in my bathroom.You can take it.Don't leave!"he begs,wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Maybe Ethan wants to come back home...I think he feels uncomfrotable, like the third wheel"

"Who cares?I decide now and I don't want you to leave"he says seriously.

I wrap my arms around his waist,hugging him beck and I lay my head on his chest.

"What can we do?"he asks removing a hand from my hip and placing it throught my hair.

"I want to show you something"I say pulling my head back to look at him.

"Yeah?I'm waiting"

I look at my sweater pocket, pull my hand into it and take what I want to show him.I remove a piece of paper out of my pocket,filled with words.He is looking back at me after seeing what I removed from his large sweatshirt

"What is it?"he asks,still looking at me.

"It's a song"I simply reply.

"Tell me about it?"those soft lips move.

"I always feel the need to have a piece of paper with me,with a pencil...when I have something on my mind I like to put it on paper.Yesterday when You took some couple of minutes to clean your room and I was sitting on the sofa, I wrote this."

I take his hand and place those lines of words in it.

He looks at me and sends his eyes from me to the paper,closing his fingers to wrap them around it.

"Should I read it now or will you read it for me?"

"I want you to read it when I'll be gone"

"Tonight?"he asks curious.

"No,when I'll be really gone"I say not being able to look to his eyes and not wanting to believe how perfect I am in ruining beautiful moments.I want to believe that Grayson will make me really believe in "love" one day but I am afraid this thing between us,with me being so cold,will make him tired of trying.

He doesn't understand...how could he?