"My life wasn't worth living until you."
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When Layla Greene struggles to handle the death of her best friend, her father decides to uproot and move her family to California in aims to keep her on the right track he put...
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Song for this chapter: Praying
- Kesha
I'm woken by kisses repeatedly being placed around my face and when I open my eyes to see Gray smiling fondly down at me, I smile too.
"That's a better way to wake up rather than you throwing me in the freezing shower." I grumble, placing my arm over my eyes to block out the light.
"Oh yeah?" He questions with a mischievous smirk on his face.
"Don't you dare-" in two seconds I'm up in his arms as he walks to my bathroom with me squirming in his arms. "No!" I cry, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck to stop him from dropping me in the cold water.
"We have school in twenty minutes, you need a shower." He tells me, looking down at me. I let out a gasp and slap his shoulder, making him pretend to drop me. He leans forward to turn the shower on, his chain hitting me in the face as he does so. I try to play it off but of course, Grayson being the observant asshole that he is sees and laughs like a maniac as he places me in the warm water fully clothed.
"Get out." I demand playfully and push him away from me, watching in amusement as he stumbles out of the room still laughing his ass off. Asshole.
I shower so quickly that I'm pretty sure I didn't even wash out the conditioner properly, but I'll be late otherwise. Grayson is sat with my dad and brother stuffing his face when I get downstairs and I smile tightly at the view, knowing this will be the last time seeing it as Gray is going home tonight.
"We're gonna miss you making breakfast for us." I tell him, laughing when my dad pokes my side as I walk past him to my seat.
"The cheek of you. I cook you pancakes everyday and you can't even be grateful. I deserve better kids than you two, Grayson do you wanna be my son?" He jokes, as he butters his toast.
"I didn't even say anything!" Connor cries.
"Shut up connie, your dad prefers me - it's time for a real son to step up." Grayson jokes, causing Con to deliver a powerful punch to his arm in retaliation.
My plate is filled with everything, from toast to waffles and to pancakes. Gray has even put Nutella on all three and topped them with blueberries and strawberries.
"Fuck," I say, "this looks delicious." I lick my lips, and suddenly feel conscious of the fact I might be drooling.
