Stranded (A Greyson Chance FanFic)

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Greyson ended up coming over after I told him I was back. According to him, he had missed me more than air- which I doubted- but was possible. His mother agreed to let him go after wrapping me in one of her painful but warm hugs.

Currently, Greyson and I were laying in one of our usual positions, him face down on the bed and me hanging off, just sitting in silence. It wasn't awkward or anything like that but more comfortable. Like, we didn't need anything but each others presence to be happy.

Greyson still somehow managed to entwine his fingers with mine, regardless of our arrangement. "You know everyone missed you while you we're gone?" His voice breaks the sounds of the waves lapping against the shore outside my window.

Sitting up, I give a shake of my head, and tell him no. "Well," he begins leaning back on his shoulders, "Everyone missed you, even Alexa." I burst out laughing, falling off the bed into giggle fits on the floor. Alexa, misses me? That's hilarious!

"No, I'm serious." Greyson states. Once I sober up I say, "Yeah, and I'm the Queen of England." His eyebrows furrow, a sign when he's upset, and gets off the bed grabbing my hand. "I don't think you understand that Alexa likes you." I roll my eyes.

"She does!" He defends his sister.

"Whatever," I state, "I don't care anymore as long as I have you."

He sighs and pulls me into a hug. "Drew, you've gotten me bad." Greyson whispers in my ear. I just smile at him and kiss his nose playfully. "I know," I tell him as I grab his hand and lead him out the door. Confused, he questions, "Where are we going?"

Chuckling, I turn around. "Your house, remember, your curfews in ten minutes." He blushes, and stammers. "Oh yeah, I knew that." Giggling, I grab his hand and continue forward. "Of course you did babe."

Heading down the stairs, we head across the road to the Wyndham condominium. The whole time we walk holding each others hands. Somehow, I knew it wouldn't be easy to let go, after leaving him for so long.

We reach the stairs leading to his home and he stops as we reach halfway up. "What are you doing?" I ask, mesmerized by his eyes. He stands there, looks around, then smiles at me. "This is where we first met." He states, his white teeth gleaming.

Looking around, I notice he's right. The little flashback of us colliding slips into my mind but I can't help but smile. "And to think I thought of you as a jerk." I tease him lightly. He just rolls his eyes and pulls me in close to him, wrapping his arms around me. "Yeah, I'm the jerk who just happens to like to slow dance without music," he states placing my hands on his shoulders.

He sways back and forth as I can't help but laugh. "Greyson, you're so cheesy!" I titter. He just shrugs as we continue to dance. Once he slows down he nears my face, pressing his nose against mine.

"Well, I may have been called a jerk before but I go by something else now."

"And what is that?" I whisper breathlessly, already smelling his sweet skin.

Surely, he finally connects our lips in a sweet and soft kiss. As we pull away he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear and whispers,

"Yours."

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*three days later*

"Holy fudge monkey, I just dropped my ice-cream!" Aj squeals in disgust as she watches her Peanut Butter Thunder drop to the ground. A frown overtakes her face and she sighs, staring at the decrepit portion of helpless and rather sandy dairy.