Married to Him?! [Greyson Chance]

Chapter XV - Unexpected Visit

Chapter 15

"eerrr.... we bought it at Paris......Y-Yeah... that's right.... Paris." I interrupted. "W-We were walking on the streets when we found this at a certain....shop."  

Greyson was looking at me with a confused expression then slowly nodded as if he caught my message. Megan let out a sigh of relief then nervously laughed. 

"Wow... that's.... wow..." Clyde chuckled. "It looks good on your hand." He grabbed my hand then held it close to his  face. "And it's gold. Is it expensive?"

"Very much." Greyson smiled. "Cost me all of my allowance." I was pretty impressed on his acting skills. I mean... his eyes didn't even twitch! In my mind, I was applauding but somewhere in it I want to strangle him for nearly exposing our status.

"Well... Why didn't you bought one too, Megan?" Clyde asked, turning to her direction. Megan just shrugged then smiled at Greyson and I.

"Those are special rings." Megan giggled. "There's this rumour that whoever wore those rings will be together forever." I've got to admit Megan's acting skills matches Goofball's. How come when I lie it's always obvious?

But Clyde, being the dumb, believed in it anyway. Don't get me wrong. He used to be smart. No.... smartest one in the school. But the whole incident with his parent's divorce kinda made his spirit go down low. 

That's when I registered Megan's little speech earlier in my mind. Together forever? With Greyson? I looked at Greyson and by cue, he looked at me too. I didnt' want to start a staring contest so I made a gagging sound then look away. 

"Eewww.." We exclaimed in unison. "Not gonna happen." 

Clyde looked at me then to Greyson. "I'm still treating you as competetion." He pointed menacingly at him. 

Greyson just shrugged then chuckled. "Sure. Whatever." 

Then we all laughed. 

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"How was school?" I asked. I can't stand the silence anymore. Well I wasn't used to since Rose and I would bicker like good siblings would do. Then there's Mom who's always good at conversations. So I'm not used to the quiet atmosphere. 

"Hmm... it was cool." Greyson smiled, his arms stretched over his head. English was the only class we had together. And the rest.... nada. It was kinda relaxing. But it made me feel bad about leaving Greyson alone considering he's new. 

"I met this girl at Math Class. She wore heavy make-up but she's hot." He smirked. "I didn't' know people like those still exist."

"That, my friend, is called a slut." I shrugged. "If I was in your shoes, I'd ignore her. But you're a Melon loving guy so I don't think you'd pass that opportunity." 

"Ouch. That hurts." He faked gasped then cough. "I'm not a cheater unlike someone who's hands were all over some guy at the second night of our honeymoon." He smirked.

"Whatever. I'm never gonna meet him, anyway." I sighed, blowing the hair that was sticking on my forehead. "Right now, I'm looking forward for Saturday. Peaches needs a bath." 

"Well she needs it." He muttered. 

"That reminds me, What do you want for supper tonight?" I asked, rubbing my arm. "I told Butch that I'd cook for the family considering he is also part of the family." 

"Hmm.... Is he my.... son then?" Greyson asked. I giggled in reply then swatted his arm. He groaned a little then chuckled. 

"I didn't mean it like that." I giggled. "He's gonna serve our family until his last breath, well that was he said, so he's family." 

"Hmm...." He gazed upon the line of trees then sighed. "That's new. But it's still okay." He ruffled his hair a little bit then smirked. "I'm craving for some sphagetti." 

"Okay then... I'll get Butch to do the shop--"

"With..." He interrupted, holding his index finger up. "Mash potatoes on the side." 

My  eyes widen yet again. Mash Potatoes. No. No way. I quickly shook my head then growled. "Nu-uh. No way. Not gonna happen. I won't."

"Come on, deary." Greyson winked. "I want Mash potatoes. Don't worry about it. I'll feed you." 

"Don't call me that." I hissed. "I'm not gonna cook that Mushy substance in my kitchen!" 

"Well you have to.... I'm the head of the family meaning I get to do every descision in the house." Greyson pointed out then smirked. 

"That doesn't mean you have the right to force Mash Potatoes in my mouth." I shot back. 

"Jamie." He said in a warning tone. "You'll eat mash potatoes even if I have to chase you  in our house." 

"Make me." I stuck my tongue out then dashed ahead. Greyson just shook his head then cracked up his knuckles. 

"Come back here, Missy!" He shouted then chased after me. 

Still ahead, I could see the mailbox meaning we're getting close. I gathered all my strength then ran towards the front yard, dodging the flower beds along the way. The grass was muddy making dirt access all the way on the front porch.

Butch is so gonna kill me. But my life is at stake here. There's no way I'm gonna eat that stuff nor will I cook it. 

My hand was grazing upon the door knob when all of the sudden, two strong arms were wrapped around my waist. I squirmed making the imposter laugh at his grip. 

"Gotcha." Greyson whispered in my ear that sent goosebumps, crawling under my skin. "You're not getting away this time." 

"Boo." I groaned. He laughed in response then began to wriggle his hands to my sides. That made me laugh hard. 

"Hahahaha...What are you... Hahahaha... doing.....Hahaha....stop that!" I laughed. Greyson, on the other hand, was clearly enjoying my misery. Not just the Mash potatoes, but he also knew my ticklish spots. 

His hands graze over my stomach makine me laugh even harder than before. Yes.... that was my ultimate ticklish spot. And by ultimate I mean, just by the mere  looking at my stomach makes me laugh hysterically. That's how ticklish I am. 

"G-Greyson....Hahahahaha.....D-Don't touch...HAHAHAHA....that!!" I squealed, still laughing from the touch. 

"Hmm... make me." He whispered. He started to wriggle his hands violently at my stomach making me laugh so hard that I was almost out of breath. 

"Honeymoon's over... geez.... and in public?" The voice made a tsk sound then sighed. "Kids these days." 

That made the tickling stop. Greyson and I (gasping for air) looked at the person leaning over the door. Then I realized the crazy position that I was in. Goofball's hands were on my stomach with his chest leaning over my back while I was leaning over his chest. 

"Rose?"