Chapter 26 Dumb #2
Like I found a wiggly, rubbery, yardstick. Did I forget I had it? Yes.
Do I need it? Who knows.
Did I continuously hit Grey with it? Of course I did until he took it away from me and threw it outside my room.
Grey held me the time I almost started crying when I found one of Jake's old t-shirts and he rolled his eyes at me when I bounced a little bouncy ball off his head.
He threw that bouncy ball out my room too.
"Are we going to be in sleeping in the same room like we usually do?" I question and he turns his head around toward me.
"You already know the answer to that," he mumbles.
"Okay well if we are, I have nothing against the black comforter, but maybe if we add a spice of color, then you'll be more of a morning person," I reach up to the top of my closet where my extra comforters are.
Of course, I just can't get a full-size comforter for my full-size bed.
It needs to be big and fluffy so I can wrap myself in it.
All my comforters are king size. So is Grey's bed.
He looks at me with the world's most unamused face. For the two-hundredth time today.
I pick up my dullest, but still somewhat colorful comforter and hold it out to him. I glance over the baby blue and white comforter and I smile a little.
"Whaddya think?"
He just looks at me for a few seconds, his eyes darting between both of mine.
"...Fine."
I lean down to him and kiss him. Beginning to pull away, he doesn't let me, gripping onto my shirt lightly and holding me to him.
He tugs me onto his lap.
"Did you hear me when I told you I love you? " I blurt. What is wrong with me? God, please give me an answer as to why I'm like this.
He leans back a bit to see my face in its entirety. I don't know why he'd want to do that but whatever.
"I don't think you do," he shakes his head.
"Why do you say that?" I furrow my eyebrows.
"I just, I'm not meant to be...that," his jaw ticks unpleasantly as he mumbles through his words, making them all jumbled together.
He isn't meant to be loved?
I don't get it.
"Why not?"
"I'm just not," he grows frustrated. I do too.
I don't have the most room to talk but he hardly tells me anything. All I know about his past is that his mom died not long after giving birth to him and his dad wasn't a good dad. I don't want to pry but I just want to know more about him.
Do I talk too much? Is that the problem? Does he feel like maybe I won't listen?
I open my mouth to apologize for my nonstop talking but before I can say anything, the doorbell downstairs rings.
"It's a burglar, hide," I whisper.
Why would the burglar be ringing the doorbell?
I pick up my phone, just in case 911 needs to be called...even though I have Grey here. The screen turns on and messages from Aaron fill my home screen.
Messages like 'are you at Terrip's' and 'Terrip said you're probably at home and that I should talk to you' and 'I'm here.'
My eyes bulge out of my head.
Maybe I forgot that I needed to tell him about everything. Doing drugs will do that to you.
"Um, maybe put your shirt back on," I warn Grey and head downstairs. I open the door and Aaron stands there tall, proud, and with one eyebrow raised.
"Hello, beautiful," he wraps an arm around my neck and pulls me to him in a hug.
"Whose car is here-oh that guy," I hear his voice turn a bit darker and Grey's footsteps coming down the stairs.
Aaron pulls away from me and looks around.
"What the hell's going on?" he looks around the mostly empty house. The couch and bigger furniture is still here and will be for a few more days until the movers get here to pick them up.
"What'd you do, Silver?" Aaron's eyes narrow in Grey's direction. Silver, is he serious?
And that dude still didn't put a motherfreaking shirt on.
"What the fuck happened to your face?!" Aaron grips my face and examines it. The cut on my cheek has been doing much better, although it is still definitely visible.
"I knew he was fucking terrible," his face turns red in anger.
"Aaron, that's enough," I furrow my eyebrows unhappily.
We've already had enough of these accusations.
"You motherfucker!" Aaron shouts, pointing his finger in Grey's face who stands there emotionlessly but I can tell he's far from happy.
"Aaron!" I shout, my mouth falling open.
"You hit a woman half your size you sick fuck," Aaron charges at Grey.
"Aaron shut up!" I yell as loud as I think I ever have, "dad hit me not him!"
Aaron freezes. He turns back to me slowly.
"What?" he asks.
"Dad did this," I sigh, "he's been hurting me for a while. Grey's never touched me. Well, technically he has touch- never mind you didn't hear that."
I feel my cheeks blush and from the corner of my eye, I see Grey biting the side of his lip, a small smirk on his face.
"Why didn't you tell me Azzy?" his voice turns soft, completely ignoring my previous comment. Thank gosh.
"I was scared. But he's away now. And he will be for a long time," I look to Grey and he nods, as a 'you're doing great sweetie' type of thing.
"Where's your mom?"
"Halfway into Kentucky now. To her new house," I bite my lip, worried for his reaction.
"Why aren't you with her?" he asks slowly.
"I'm not moving with her." Aaron stays quiet as he thinks over my words.
"So where are you gonna go..?" he hesitates, knowing I can't pay for this house even a little bit.
I look over at Grey and fiddle with my fingers nervously.
"With um, Grey," I almost wince. Aaron's eyes widen before he shakes his head vigorously.
"No. You're not. Are you stupid?" he asks and I shrink back a bit.
"You must be fuckin' stupid to be talking to her like that," Grey's upper lip curls in a sneer.
"Do you want to take this outside?" Aaron steps up, even though he's shorter than Grey.
I'm sorry but poor Aaron would get demolished if Grey actually would fight him. Grey doesn't get egged on very easily though. Well, sometimes.
Aaron swivels back around to me when he sees the look on Grey's face.
"You can't move in with this guy!" he stresses, "your little 'friend' could be a murderer!"
"We're not friends. We're together," I should really shut my mouth.
"Even worse! This dude could be like Ted Bundy for all we know," he motions to Grey.
"Why would he be a politician?" I grow confused. What?
"Ted Bundy babe, not Ted Cruz," Grey helps me.
"Thank you, Sugar."
Did he say babe? Woah baby.
"You're not like Ted Bundy, correct?" I roll my eyes and he shakes his head, rolling his eyes too.
"See, he's not like Ted Bundy," I tell Aaron.
"Look," I walk over to Grey and pick up his hand, "look at his nice tattoos. Not the skulls or the bones but the other ones."
"Aren't they so nice?"
"Azalea, stop changing the subject," Aaron grips his forehead.
"Whoops."
"I just don't want to see you hurt anymore. I've seen it too much. I know I've said it before but now especially since you want to move in with him," he stresses.
"Aaron, we're taking it slow, I promise. Grey would never try anything on me because he knows I can knock him out with one punch and severely injure his clavicle too."
"Where's the clavicle?" I whisper up to Grey and he rubs his collarbone. I probably saw that on a show or something, I don't know.
I thought it has something to do with the pelvis but nevermind. Then I sort of thought it was a part of the ear.
"Azalea, I know that you're an adult and that you should be making decisions for yourself but, I'm really nervous about this one," he says honestly.
"You already kept this whole thing from me, what would stop you from not telling me if something goes wrong between the two of you?"
"I know. I'm really sorry," I tell him, "but now I promise I won't keep anything from you. I really promise."
He looks all over my face for any sign of hesitation.
I'll even text him when I'm on the toilet and not. He'll love it.
"Pinky promise me," he holds out his pinky. I connect it with mine and he pulls me into another hug.
"I love you, Azzy," he kisses the top of my head meanwhile, I grip onto Grey's hand, trying to use all my arm strength to pull him closer to us.
I pull away from Aaron and place Grey in front of me. Both of their eyes narrow at each other.
"I don't like you one bit," Aaron tells him honestly. Grey's thumb knuckle cracks.
"I don't like how you're more swole than me," Aaron's eyes narrow, "and I don't like that you're taller than me."
Does he realize he's kind of complimenting him?
"His eyelashes are really nice too," I chime in, a small smile on my face. I'm proud of myself for not saying how nice his butt is.
"But you seem to be making her happy," Aaron continues, mostly ignoring me.
Heck yeah looking at that gluteus Maximus of his all day can make anyone happy.
"And if that ever stops," he trails off, "I will be hiring a hitman."
It's honestly such an amazing idea to threaten a fed, it's such a good idea, I don't even plan on telling Aaron that Grey's a fed.
"Why's your shirt off?" Aaron asks him. Grey looks over at me and then down at my hand. I only now notice that I'm holding his shirt. I must've just picked it up when he was trying on the yellow one.
"Why do you have his shirt?" Aaron tilts his head.
Don't say sex. It's simple. Just don't say sex.
"Se- because I was gonna hand it to him and then the doorbell rang," I explain really goodly.
"Right," he looks between the two of us suspiciously.
"Because we were doing sex," I blurt.
"Goddammit," Grey grips the bridge of his nose.
I was doing so good.
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Thank you for reading! I told y'all I was gonna update soon (-er).
I've been having recent difficulties in my personal life so I've been able to kind of escape for a bit when writing and that's a feeling I love.
I also want to thank all of y'all for your funny and sweet comments, it helps more than you know <3
Next chapter coming Saturday!
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Word count: 3782
-Ashlyn Montgomery