Greyson Brown (boyxboy)

Chapter 9

Being alone with Ian wasn't as weird as I expected it to be. Sitting in the car next to him, we were quiet, both lost in our own worlds so it wasn't awkward.

"Do you think Greyson will be there?" I asked looking over at him. It's her birthday, so her one year is close. Ian shrugged his shoulders and pulled into the gas station near the church where the cemetery is. "Wh-"

"Want anything? You're staying inside the car." Ian said hoping out and walked over to my side of the car.

"No, I'm good." I said, my stomach in knots already. I haven't been here since the funeral.

Should I be coming here more often?

Ian tapped on the window as he left and walked into the store. Pulling out my phone, I debated on whether or not I should call Greyson.

Well, the debate only lasted a second because I already have the phone up to my ear.

"Hello?" He groggily answered as if he just woke up.

"Grey?" I whispered confused. Ian said that, well I thought he knew, so Greyson isn't at the cemetery?

"Marie?" Greyson whispered in a hopeful voice. I cleared my throat in confusion. Marie has-had a high pitch voice.

I don't sound like a girl, much less Marie!

"No the love of your life." I said wondering what he was going to say.

"What's wrong, Adrien?" He asked sounding more awake. Ian walked out of the store with beer in hand and made his way towards me when the alarm for the store went off. What?

Ian threw the bags through the window hitting my face and quickly jumped into the driver's seat, driving away before the cops could arrive.

"Ian! What the hell is going on?" I screamed as he drove like a crazy person to the middle of nowhere. "Ian! Stop the car! Ian!"

"Adrien! What's going on?" Greyson called out as I held onto the hook that was on the door. Tears left my eyes as he drove faster and faster, turning around there weren't any cops.

"There's no one! Ian! Please! Slow down!" I cried shaking my head, sobbing onto the phone. The idea of Marie dying came to my mind. I don't want to die. I really don't. "Ian stop!"

"Relax, we're only going 60." Ian said rolling his eyes as if he didn't just rob the place.

"What happened?" I cried and kept on the phone with Greyson.

"Nothing! He just found out it was a fake, that's it." Ian said pulling into the church and sighed when he saw Greyson angrily stomping towards us. Greyson hung up the phone as Ian opened the door.

Before Ian could say anything, Greyson grabbed him by the neck and slammed him onto the car.

"What the fuck was that? You trying to get him killed!" Greyson yelled punching Ian in the face. I screamed and tried to open the car door, but it was on child lock.

What's with these two and child's lock? I'm not a child!

"Greyson!" I yelled climbing to the drivers side. Greyson threw Ian onto the floor and kicked him so he was laying on the ground curled up. "Greyson stop! He's your best friend!"

"You could have killed him, Ian! You could have killed him and yourself! Fuck!" Greyson yelled throwing another punch. Ian had enough and flipped them over, punching Greyson.

"What about you?! You suicidal fuck! You think I didn't notice the stash missing from my house! What would I have done then?! Fuck you!" He yelled as he punched Greyson in the face. Greyson managed a punch to lay Ian off of him, shaking his head.

"Me? You're fucking worried about me?! I'm not the one driving like a maniac with the one person in the world that I-" Greyson ran out of air and settled for punching Ian again in the face. This is enough! What a bunch of losers!

Walking towards the both of them, I kicked them both in the stomached and bent down to their level. "Both of you guys are fucking idiots, just tell each other you love one another and be done with it. Greyson, I'm fine, okay? And Ian,"

"Look-" before he could continue, I punched him in the face and held in the groan from how much my hand hurts.

"Don't ever, and I mean ever, fucking put me in danger again. When I say to fucking stop, you stop. Next time I won't be as forgiving." I said and held out a hand to him. He looked between the hand and me before taking it. He did most of the work pulling himself up.

Turning back towards Greyson, he spit out some blood and took Ian's offering hand. They gave each other a look of understanding before Greyson turned to me.

At first I thought he was going to punch me or say something, instead he silently pulled me into his chest. I immediately grabbed onto the back of his shirt and held him close to me. He smelled of car, so I guess he was sleeping in his car before we came here.

Closing my eyes, I felt so warm in his arm, so warm that the tears that I've been holding in all this time came out. Greyson held me as if I was the only one keeping him strong.

He put his face in my hair and a hand at the back of my head as if I was a little kid.

"Come here, Ian." Greyson said, I opened my eyes and laughed when Ian hugged me from behind so I was sandwiched between the two. We all stood there covered in the dirt and mud and blood.

What a bunch of losers we are.

Before the people from the church could say anything to us, Ian detached first and ran into the car to take out the drinks. Greyson finally pulled away and took my hand, in comfort, and led the way to the grave.

With a sigh, I wanted to drag my feet, but it's bad luck.

Nodding my head, I prepared myself and held tightly onto Greyson's hand. To think that last time I've been here with him, I could barley stand him. And now, we're all friends.

Ian pulled out a blanket from his bag and laid it down. He then took out candles and the alcohol.

"Her favorite drink." I whispered. It was the Malibu drink. Ian then pulled out the tequila with a smile and shrugged his shoulders.

"Bottoms up." He poured us all some drinks and then took out the last thing in his bag. It was both a bag of powered donuts and spicy Dorito chips. The Doritos already opened.

"This is why?" I whispered opening the bag to find only the most seasoned chips.

"It wasn't the fake, I didn't want to buy the whole section, but I got caught when I was completely surrounded by opened bags of chips. I was driving fast because I thought the cops were after us and because I was so close to crying in that store." Ian confessed. Greyson nodded his head and wrapped an arm around Ian's shoulders briefly.

"She always wanted us to be friends." Greyson whispered eating some chips and took another shot. "Every god damn sleepover dumb and dumber had, she would come into my room and ask if I wanted to join."

"I remember! It was so cute." Ian laughed at the memory. Looking around, we all laughed. I can feel her here.

It's like she sitting in the middle of all of us, laughing. Man I miss her.

Wiping away a tear, I smiled at the two idiots.