Married to Him?! [Greyson Chance]

Chapter XII - You and Me? I don't think so

Chapter 12

"Open wide~"

A sigh escaped my lips as I grudgingly opened my mouth. Never have I witnessed this kind of torture. And I never knew  this is the kind of torture my Mom faced everyday. But I think she enjoys this since Dad was the one feeding her. But  what about my case?

Let's just say mine's forced.

"Good girl." Greyson giggled like a little girl while I, on the other hand, was trapped on my seat. Sometimes I envy  Peaches and her freedom. But that doesn't mean I wish to be a dog.

It's been 4 days, 5 hours, 32 minutes and 9 seconds since Butch just announced that me and Goofball here has to live together like a good husband and wife. Not that I'm counting.

"You know, I always dreamt of feeding my wife." Goofball smiled, cheekily. "I didn't expect this to happen so early."

"You and your stupid demands." I grumbled, chewing the food that was in my mouth. Greyson made a "tsk" sound and gently  shook his head.

"Wifey,Wifey,Wifey." He clicked his tongue then raised an eyebrow. "Don't talk when your mouth is full. How many times  do I have to tell you that?"

"Uhmm..... you already told me 23 times. Counting now, makes that 24."

He looked at me in utter disbelief then scooped another spoonful of mash potatoes. "You count those stuffs?" I just gave him a small smile and shrugged. "You are weird."

"Got nothing to do, anyway." I said. Greyson tugged the spoon in the side of my mouth, probably signalling me to  open wide. You'll probably think that's it's sweet and all that cheesy crap but no... not really.

Especially if I hate mash potatoes. Yes, I can't stand the thought of a yellow mushy substance in my plate. But since Goofball gets to decide what to eat, that makes me powerless in terms of food. Butch, being obedient and such, follows  his orders. Sometimes I wish everything was back to normal since I was the one who cooked the food.

"Come on, Jamie. Eat." He ordered. "I'm trying to help you get over your dislikes."

"No more." I whined.

"Jamie." He sternly said. "Open wide."

Gulping hard, I slowly opened my mouth trying to welcome the mash potatoe, who I thought was laughing evilly because finally it conquered my stomach. Oh man.

DING DONG

"I'll get it!" I chirped, jumping off my seat. Not wanting to took another, I sprinted off out of the kitchen and make my  way towards the front door. I could hear Greyson's voice of madness making me laugh quietly. In my mind, I wanted to thank this unknown person who just saved my life.

I turned the knob gently and--

"JAMIE!!"

BAM! A bear tackled me down to the ground. Not only did I feel dizzy, I also felt like my insides are gonna pop out. The  moment I opened my eyes, huge blue orbs welcomed me.

"Megan." I groaned. "It hurts."

"Well, I expect you to be in pain right now." Megan giggled then studied me for a second. "Nah... I think I need to eat a lot more so that my weight can double the damage."

"Do best friends crush each other until one flattens out?" I asked, wincing.

"I guess not." She shrugged then winked. "But we're unique."

"Right." I said, rolling my eyes. Then there was a moment of silence. My body was still throbbing from pain due to Megan's famous bear-tackle. And the fact that Megan was still sitting on my stomach makes the pain worse.