"Who are you?" I questioned him. "Grayson." He slightly smirked at me. "Why are you on my cliff?" I put my hand on my hip while I motioned around. "Do you own this cliff?" Grayson tested me. "I come here everyday." I rolled my eyes. "So do I." He raised his prominent eyebrows at me. "So answer my question. Do you own this cliff?" "No but-" "Then it's not your cliff." Grayson shrugged. "Well it's not yours either!" I protested. "No. But it can be ours." ~ Finished on 6/01/17 ~