Chapter 17 Childish
? Azalea ?
"I haven't seen you for a long time," I tell the sweet homeless man that I gave that money to all that time ago.
Aaron gave me two hundred more dollars.
"I remember you," the man smiles up at me from his seat on the curb.
"I got a new pair of shoes with that money, thank you very much," he says sincerely and I smile.
"Well, I have even more for you," I take out a hundred dollars. So what if I need it, this guy doesn't even have a home, he needs it more.
"I can't take this, it's too much!" he exclaims, his eyes wide.
"Don't be silly," I place it in his slightly dirty hands, my smile never faltering.
"Thank you very much," he nods. I walk away feeling happy.
Until I remember where I'm walking to. Grey's restaurant. Is it even his? I don't know.
He's taken on the act of ignoring me. Which has not made me the happiest person in the world considering he's been doing it for three whole days.
Who the freak am I supposed to talk to? Mr. Terrip and the books?
And who does he think he is ignoring me?
I realize that I'm the one that probably taught him that since I did it too but that was different.
An end is coming to this immediately.
If one of us is upset, we need to talk it out. Especially if I don't even know what the crackhead is mad for.
I make it there and see the 'Closed' sign on the door. Like that'll stop me. I open it and walk in.
I'm such a bad-butt.
"We're closed," small peepee guy stops in front of me.
"I don't care," I send him my best glare as a group of guys come through the doors to the back. I see beautiful hair guy and even nice butt guy.
"Leave," he glares down at me.
"Do you want to get got? 'Cause you're about to be," I warn and he rolls his blue eyes.
"I'm not scared of some little girl," he sneers. Oh, he should be. I'm crazy, he doesn't know what I'll do.
"You think you're so big and bad just because you're taller than me. Is that it?" I narrow my eyes at him.
"You're a little shit," he growls out like that'll offend me or something. Well, guess what? He's an even bigger crap.
I feel a presence behind me and before I can get my last word in. I'm yanked back by the belt loop on the back of my shorts.
I give him the I've-got-my-eyes-on-you motion and he doesn't take his glare off of me as I'm dragged backward.
I smack the hand holding onto the back of my pants away and turn around. I narrow my eyes up at the man in front of me.
"You," I poke his chest, then poke it again because he feels really nice and solid, "and me, need to have a serious talk."
He looks down at me unhappily like I did something wrong.
Jai chuckles from beside us and I send him the look I'm giving Grey. He stops and I come to the realization of how insanely intimidating I really am. I'm so intimidating. Like, so.
"Come with me," I lead him to the back like this is my restaurant and not his. The door closes behind us.
"Hurry up, I've got to go," he says quite emotionlessly. I give him a deep sigh at the attitude he's showing me.
"Why are you ignoring me, Grey?" It's times like this I wish his name was short for something. Then I would use his full name so that he knows I'm serious. Like if someone's name is Joe, then when you're serious with him you can be like, 'Joseph.'
But Grey's name isn't short for anything and Greyseph doesn't sound right.
"Like you can say anything about ignoring someone," he grumbles.
"That was different. I was sick, I didn't want you to catch it," I explain and his eyebrows scrunch as his eyes narrow.
"You told me your back hurt."
"Same thing," I shrug and watch as his jaw clenches.
"What, so you thought your fucking back pain was contagious?" He grumbles out.
"We're not questioning me here and I'm not a scientist," I tell him.
"Bullshit," he slightly glares.
"We can't do this childish ignoring thing, got it? It's only going to hurt us," I say and he scoffs.
"You fucking started it," he grounds out and I give him a 'really' look. Childish.
"Well, I'm sorry for 'starting it,'" I mock childishly.
"Childish," he grumbles. This whole thing is childish, what are we doing?
"Stop, we're done," I cut it off and his face falls from the glare.
"What?" he asks quietly.
"No more," I say simply. We had an argument about being childish all while being childish, we need to be serious. And I need to figure out why he's ignoring me.
"I don't want it to be no more," his voice stays soft and my eyebrows furrow. He still wants to be childish?
"Grey, I'm not fooling with you," I cross my arms. Can't this man be not childish for a second? He talks about me being childish, heck.
"You can't say we're done," he says and I scoff. I can say we're done being childish if I freaking want. Does he not understand that I need to know why he was ignoring me?
"The heck I can't!" I exclaim.
"We just fuckin' started this, you can't just leave me," he mumbles and I furrow my eyebrows before realizing what he means. He thinks we're done done. I let out a soft sad gasp. Oh, the poor thing.
"No," I draw out as softly as possible, walking toward him. He leans back against the counter.
"You and me aren't done," I explain shaking my head, "the whole childish thing is done. Not us."
"Come here," I open my arms, walking to him. We hug in our way and pulling away before he puts me down, I press a soft kiss on his cheek.
"I didn't mean it to sound like that," I tell him softly and he leans his forehead against mine. I wrap my legs around his waist so hopefully, I'm not as heavy.
He grabs my hand gently and places it on his heart. It's beating wildly.
"You fucking scared me," he mumbles and my heart falls, feeling bad.
"I'm sorry," I trail that hand around to his back and rub it, hopefully soothing him a little bit. Everyone likes backrubs.
"I was jealous. That's why I ignored you. Aaron and you seem close," he grumbles the last sentence and I come to a realization.
"You're mine, not him," I blurt. His eyes fall on me and they're oddly lit up. The most heartstopping smile takes onto his lips. A real smile. I nearly fall out of his arms.
Gosh, he's absolutely gorgeous.
"I'm yours," his lips make contact with my neck. I pull away solely due to the reason of him having another girl in here. I'm jealous.
"I never had another girl in here, I promise," he sees my hesitance.
He's telling me I fussed for forever about nothing? Good gosh.
"Okay," I whisper and his lips find my neck once more. I let out a soft sigh at feeling his mouth on me. It feels too good.
His hand reaches down to my butt and he gives it a squeeze. I am so squeezing that booty of his once he lets me down.
He sets me down on the counter.
A sound leaves the back of my throat and I feel his smirk against my neck. He pulls away and places his hand on my cheek. His eyes fall to my lips and I get excited.
"Goddamn, I blew up that bathroom," the door that leads even further to that back bursts open and some guy walks through, fanning the air behind him.
Grey lowers his head, lets out a sigh, and a curse. I reach up a little bit and kiss his forehead seeing it in my reach.
"Oh shit," the guy says, "my bad."
"Reed, get the fuck out," Grey turns and glares at the guy. Reed hurries and exits out into the main room.
"We can't do shit in this room," he grumbles and I let out a breathy laugh. He holds one side of my face and kisses the other. He pulls away and then kisses it again. He slides me off the counter and helps me land carefully on my feet.
"You can go watch a movie," he leads me further into the back where his office thingy is.
"You have to get a bad guy?" I ask as he opens the door for me.
"I'll be back soon," he nods and I smile up at him. He leans down and my heart falls to my butthole when he kisses my cheek, near the corner of my mouth.
"Be careful," I whisper, still mostly in shock. He gives me a small smirk before closing the door behind him as he leaves.
Would he ever find out if I watched Magic Mike on his computer?
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I didn't have the heart to watch Magic Mike. In all honesty, I was a little scared to. I read the reviews on the movie. From there, I decided that I was not prepared to see the things mentioned.
So I stuck the cartoon version of Hercules. Then Mulan. After that movie, I watched The Green Mile and I cried my eyes out.
The Green Mile is no short movie. After finishing that movie, I come to the realization that it has been nearly six hours since Grey left. And that it's also two in the morning.
So, I pause my movie-watching-marathon and I begin to have a worry-fit.
I mean, he's a big guy, he's fine, right? But what if there are bigger guys? Oh gosh. He's okay.
But what if he's not? What if someone headbutted him extra hard and since he's got a headbutted-deficiency issue, it knocked him out or something?
He said he'd be back soon, how soon is his soon?
I'm better than most at minding my own business...yeah. I don't touch any of the drawers in his desk or open the closet he has in the room. I stay where he told me I could be, although he didn't say I wasn't allowed to go other places.
But I've seen way too many movies where someone goes to explore and they either find something they shouldn't, or they get caught.
I could find a freaking molded cheese in this restaurant.
I shiver at the thought and pull my sweatshirt over my head. With the hood up and all, like a total bad-butt, I sit in his comfy spinny chair and decide on one more movie.
I decide on the most heartbreaking children's film I can think of. Up.
Mid-crying, the door opens and Grey walks in, looking unharmed. I let out a little breath of relief and his eyebrows furrow when he sees me.
"You stayed this late?" he questions.
"I was a little worried about you," I admit, wiping under my eyes. I watch him as he walks closer to me. He pulls something out of the back of his pants. At first, I thought he was scratching his butt but nope.