Grayson Foster

Chapter 1

Word count: 1835
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We live everyday as we always do, on repeat, as if we had an endless amount of time on this earth. We don't take the time to live in the moment, breath in the sweet rich oxygen of this world and live everyday as if it were are last. 
No- not us, we miss everything, and when we realize it,
It's too damn late.

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It was only yesterday that me and Grayson were sitting in Central Park as we always did on Tuesdays at exactly two. Watching the streets full of cars pass around us and the people come and go, as we sit and talk about are daily lives apart from each other. 
It went as it always did: I'd lean back and rest my head in his lap and he'd run his hands through my rich dark brown hair while my blue eyes searched his green ones.
He never hesitated to listen to my every word, my rambles, and opinions on the world around us.
He'd chew on his plump bottom lip and I'd lean up to kiss him, I think he knew this teased me.
He knew me better than I knew myself, he still does.
The evening would go perfectly, we'd stay at the park till three thirty and then he'd take me too my favorite coffee shop and order my usual.
Afterwards we would walk downtown and feed the geese. 
On the good days a jazz band would be booked to play at the square and he would take my hand and he would spin me around and do his best to teach me to dance.
He always put a smile on my face.
Grayson was this radiant human being and I was most definitely lucky to have stumbled upon him three years ago.
How he found boring, little 5 foot 5 me interesting, is a still mystery.
But he never hesitated to show how much he loved me, and that was all I needed.

These past few years with Grayson have been the best three years of my life, and everyday was perfect, all with the exception of today.
This morning went as it usually did,
I'd wake up at 5 on the dot. I walked to the apartment next door and banged on the door until I heard a groan.
" Kat it's five", I yelled through the door as I usually had to do.
Another groan echoed; she always had to be the hardest to wake.
Plan B then,
"Kat! Ben Dash is in the square this morning!", I half yelled through the door.
I heard a smash and a bang and then a half naked Kat rushed to the door,
" OMG really?!", she said frantically while trying to catch her breath.
Ben Dash was Kats lead singer boy band heartthrob, who she was desperately in love with.
"No but we have to be in the office by six-thirty", I said smiling.
Her smile faded,
"Such a bitch move Em", she said while walking back in her messy apartment.
I followed in and I tried to pick up a little as I made my way through.
I picked up empty champagne bottles out of the chairs and took her pair of louivaton heels out of the sink.
"Kat this place is a party-girl junk yard, seriously I can practically smell the stench of champagne and despiration through the walls", I yelled loud enough for her to hear from her walk-in closet.
"Yeah, yeah Em we all aren't clean and tidy freaks like you, now are we?", she said laughing as she waltzed back into the kitchen now in high-wasted black jeans and a gold tank.
"Clearly", I responded while handing her the heels and tucking in the a part of her tank she forgot to tuck in her jeans.  
"Oh Em what would I do without you?", Kat said while applying some mascara and lipgloss.
I smiled, " You'd  probably be in jersey dancing in some strangers lap drinking till Brady called you begging you too take him back", I replied.
She laughed her usual cracky Kat laugh,
"Damn straight", she said while shaking her hips to the fridge and grabbing her a Dr. Pepper.
"I'm going to get dressed text Abbie and Layla, I'm pretty sure they slept over together after getting back from Coachella",I say heading to the door,
"Oh and Kat brush your teeth!", I yell heading to the door of my apartment.
"Brush that birds nest!", Kat yells from next door.
Laughing I shut the door and get started on getting myself dressed.

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" You never listen to my fashion advice", groans Kat as she gives my outfit one of her skeptical ' I hate it' looks.
"Cause if I did, I'd get offers to work at every strip club in New York!".
She rolls her eyes sarcastically,
" But at least then someone would appreciate your clothes!", she adds laughing as we enter through the double doors of one of the largest makeup Corporations in the entire city.
MAL makeup is one of the largest makeup corporations our best friend Layla founded when she was only 17 years old. Of course me and Kat got jobs in this skyscraper with 26 floors because Layla was either crazy or she trusted us with her whole business. Which she had every right too, we have always worked great together. Not only do we get the job done, and get crazy amounts of money, but we have fun doing it.
That's how we all ended up in this city and that's how I meet Grayson.
Maybe our lives do seem kind of perfect to everyone on the outside looking in, but we damn sure knew we weren't.
Abbie of course being the independent butterfly she is went off to college to get her doctorate degree and she now works at the biggest hospital in this city.
We all seemed to have our lives figured out, but we all had our own separate struggles.