When my hair was done I started my make-up which consisted of eye-liner, red eye-shadow, mascara, and lip gloss. “THAT’S IT!” She tried to throw a punch at me but Dylan blocked it for me. “You spat on me?!” I exclaim in a loud whisper, shoving his arm away. He laughs as he wipes the saliva off my cheek, rubbing it on his shirt. For a minute, it seems utterly natural, us both laughing and smiling as we sit in a room with only one bed, an incredibly handsome man like him paired with a girl like me. None of the usual awkwardness surfaces—both of us like little children—I actually participating in his games.
“I have some unfinished business to attend to in Hollywood,” he said, his voice resigned.
“I’m so sorry, Eve.” “…Ray?”I ask weakly. There he is—I can’t really make out his face as he approaches, but there is no mistaking that voice.
How in the world did he get here? “Well maybe because there is no room” “All right,” I said. “So here we go. I’m thinking we should all keep in touch via e-mail. We’ll need a support group to get through this, and it’ll keep us organized. But I definitely think we are onto something here. We can win this way.” “Yes—No…. It’s complicated, okay?” “Sorry,” I murmured into his mouth as I pulled away. “It might be an emergency…
or something.” I was about to pull back when he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. The maidens put the bags in our closet.
“So how are you going to do that?” I asked. I squeezed my hands tighter. Griffin turns to stare at me, icily surveying my discomfort.
“And why is that?” he asks so softly that I barely realize he is actually speaking.
I turn a deep shade of scarlet red. This is it. This is crunch time. “Surely…
you don’t mean that she is the one that died under your care,” Gizelda boomed. Dad wheeled over to the table and Randy sat down next to him. I let them talk sports for a bit while I sorted through the fridge, trying to decide what to make for dinner. When I realized we didn’t have much of anything (living with two adult men meant food never lasted long), I decided to call and leave Logan a voice mail, asking him to stop by the grocery on his way home and pick up the stuff I’d need to make pasta.
“ Where are you going?
” Clay asked getting up and walked over to the front door. I walked down the stairs, and I saw him standing their looking at me. I put my skateboard on the ground, and turned towards him. ‘Bye Mum.’ I said when she stopped hugging me. ‘Take care.’