His story. Her story. |ON HOLD|

Chapter 3

•Grayson's POV•
I had finally gotten to the loud noisy zoo I called home. I could smell the food mom was cooking in the kitchen. The twins were fighting over some toy.

My older brother was god knows where and little Mack was sucking her thumb sitting on my younger sister Becca's lap.

"Andeewww!!" Mack squealed when she saw me. She didn't like my first name so she called my by my middle name Andrew. But she couldn't even pronounce her r's.

She wiggled out of Becca's lap and ran over to cling on to my leg. I reached down and scooped her up in my arms and gave her kisses all over and she burst in a fit of giggles.

"Heyy shortstack." I smiled at her lazily. "How was Daycare?"

She made a mad face and huffed out a big breath.

"I hate it. Mommy says I got to go."
She put a slobbery hand on my cheek.

"I want to go to school with you!" I have her a squeeze. "Well let's go tell mom! I'll say Shortstack is goin to school with me tomorrow!"

She clapped her hands together, "Yay!"

I walked in the kitchen and saw my mother mixing something in a bowl and two pots were cooking on the stove.

"Hey mom." I walked over to her and bent down to give her a kiss on the cheek.

She was a small petite woman. she had short brown hair with bright blue eyes. she looked tired but happy. always happy. When she smiled it made little crinkles around her eyes.

She was warm. She was a sweet, loud person. Also she never, EVER let's anyone go hungry.

"Hey baby." she gave me a bright smile. She saw Mack on my hip and reached up to give her leg a squeeze.

"Hey pumpkin, what are you doing in here?"

I let out a sigh, "Well she has a compliant." "I hate scoo!" My mom gave her a look "Mckenzie we don't use the hate word."

I laughed at Mack's face. "So Mack is gonna come with me too school tomorrow." Mom smiled but let out a sigh. "I hate it when you guys call her that, it's Mckenzie, not Mack."

"Heyy Shortstack! What's your name?" I looked at her face and she was giving me a big grin. "Mack!" My mom rolled her eyes. I heard the door close. "hello?"

My dad's deep raspy voice asked. "In here!" I yelled he walked in. He was covered in car grease. His salt&pepper hair was grimy and his green eyes sparkled. He gave me a punch on the arm as he passed by me.

"Hey bud." he put an arm around me and smiled. "Who's that sexy lady workin in my kitchen, think she'd go for me. My mom have him a look and laughed.

"Daddy!" Mack squealed in my arms and wriggled down my arm. She leaped into his. He swing her around and gave her a sloppy wet kiss. "Hey baby girl."

He walked over to my mom and gave her a small sweet kiss. "Heyy good looking." she wrapped her small arms around him and lauded her chin on his chest.

I walked out of the kitchen and saw Michael and Evan torturing Becca by throwing their Legos at her.

"HEY! Guys! How old are you?" They stopped and looked at me. "10" Evan smiled a dimpled smile at me.

"Then maybe your a bit too old to be torturing Becca.. Don't ya think."

The dropped the Legos and Becca mouthed thank you to me.

I grinned and said, "I mean you could've at least invited me to help torture her." I ran over to their Lego pile and we laughed as Becca turned red. "Ugh! Grayson! Your such an ass!" She yelled

"Becca! Language!" My mom yelled from the kitchen . I got up and walked over to her "Chill Beck. Silly little 13 year old." I ruffled her hair and she slapped my hand I laughed and shook my head.

I leaned down and licked her face. "EW!" She screamed and the twins burst into fits of laughter. I ran upstairs and went into my room.

I plopped down on my bed and listened to the commotion downstairs. But only one thing was on my mind. Only one person. Reagan.