My Philophobia G.D.

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Me and Hailee spent the day surrounded by sharks and stingrays.
It was so beautiful seeing them through the water while they were swimming around us.
Hailee was really scared of the stingrays but after she saw a family with a little kid that was scared too she started smiling.
That kid was as scared as Hailee was and when she noticed that she started joking and talked to him.
We spent the day with that family and it was so cute seeing how Hailee treated that little boy. She truly wanted him to have fun and not be afraid even if she didn't know him. It was like she stopped being afraid for him to have fun.

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"you can go now!" Hailee says coming in the leaving room.
"do you want to have dinner outside or should we just eat something here?" I ask, taking my towel from the bed and getting closer to her.
"we could just eat something here...sandwiches!"she brushes my hair with her fingers.
"okay" I quickly say, pecking her lips and heading towards the bathroom.

I am washing the shampoo off of my body and I realize that, the voice that is mixed with the noise of the water splashing on my skin and the glass of the box, is Hailee's voice singing.
I turn off the water and listen.

*the older I get, the more that I see
my parents aren't heroes, they're just like me.
And loving is hard, it don't always work.
You just try your best not to get hurt.
I used to be mad, but now I know
Sometimes it's better to let someone go.
It just hadn't hit me yet. The older I get. *

Her voice stops and it is replaced by the noise of the hairdryer.
That is the same rythm of the sing that she created in the studio with me.

She talks about her parents in the song and she said that they are not heroes.
When I asked her about her parents she just laughed and decided to avoid the conversation.
2+2 is 4 which means that her relationship with her parents is not as good as she wuold want it to be.

I get out of the shower and walk towards the bed with my hair dripping on the floor.
Hailee is taking some things from the fridge.
I walk behind her back and hug her, kissing her neck that has always that unmistakable perfume.
"the older I get the more that I see, my parents aren't heroes, they're just like me"
She was cutting the bread in slices and when I said those words she stopped.
"can I know you a little bit more tonight?" I look at her when she moves her head to look at me.
"how?" she asks.
I thought that she wuold've changed the subject or do anything to stop talking about that, like she did the last time.
"I'll ask you a question everyweem and you can tell me whatever you want, even the little things" she looks at me and it seems like she's thinking about it.
"okay" I smile at her, she didn't even ask me nothing in return.
"what does those words mean?"
"let's just say that I walkways pictured a parent as a hero but my parents never were like that to me and I blamed them for this, but now I know that both of them made mistakes and someone has to pay for them. They're just like every human being."
"why aren't they heroes?"
"you had your answer, that's it for the week!"
I look st her with my eyebrows rises. She's right! That's the pact.
She won't let me know anything else. I played my cards in a wrong way.
I chuckle and kiss her cheeck, as she slices the bread.
"what are you cooking?" I ask heading towards the fridge.
" I don't thin thay have a proper name. I cooked theese when I was at my aunt's house in Swiss. It is just bread with tomato sauce, cheese or whatever you want"
"like a little pizza?" I look at her cooking as I rest my elbows are on the marble of the kitchen.
"kind of" she smiles, placing the bread on the pan.
"you were in Swiss?"
"I lived there for 2 years"
"you know German?"
"a questioning Grayson everybody!" she claps and points at me with bit her hands, laughing  "I knew it, but I'm not that good now" she answers my question.
She's right...I'm asking too many questions.
"what other languages do you know?"
I'm wondering why I don't stop asking all these questions.
"Spanish, Italian, Albanian"
"albanian?" I look at her. How does she know those languages?
"yeah, my grandparents are Albanian. They are both in Albania"
"that's interesting!! Do you like it there?"
"I don't really go there to Albania. I go in Mk. It is near Albania but it is just a different thing" she tries to explain.
"I could come visit your grandparents if you go there" I look at her cooking.
"sure" she slices the sausage "can you help me with the sauce?"
"of course my beautiful princess" I smile and kiss her cheek.
I take a spoon and spread the tomatoe sauce on the bread.
"oh, wait you have something on your face" I try to look at her.
"what?" she closes her eyes, squeezing them just like a fish, waiting for me to clean her face.
"this" I touch her nose with my finger wet of sauce.
"oh Grayson" she opens her eyes.
"you look so beautiful" I joke, looking at her serious face.
"you do too" she looks at me.
"do I?"
"yeah, but you look better like this"she spreads a spun full of sauce on my cheek.
"ok, let's stop the game, 'cuz I can't cover you with flour"
She looks at me and comes closer to me till her chest meets mine.
"let me help you clean this" that's what she says before I feel her lips on my cheek...soon after that her tongue touches my skin too.
Her hands crumble my white shirt and my hands move on her butt, squeezing it.
She smiles while she keeps on removing the dirt of the sauce that is in my face.