I heard the car door unlock and the sound of my door opening. My body slumped into something hard, yet comforting. I guess I must have fallen asleep in the car because the last thing I remember was staring mindlessly at a bunch of trees. However, now it was evident that Greyson had lifted me in his arms. What I didn't understand is why he was carrying me bridal style.
"I'm sorry would you have preferred me to throw you over my shoulder?" Greyson chuckled and his chest vibrated against my body.
"Oh, crap. Did I say that out loud?" I asked. My eyes started to open and were immediately met with a pair of silver hues. It was awkward so I just looked away. We were now facing a white door that said 5b on the front of it. “Did you take me up a flight of stairs?
"Yes, and no, I took the elevator." Greyson said answering both my questions.
"Could you put me down now that I’m awake," I asked feeling a little pathetic having to be carried by another grown man.
“Yeah, of course.” Greyson let me go and started searching for his apartment keys in his pocket.
"Sorry, I fell asleep before giving you my address. Getting sick always makes me exhausted," I said as Greyson opened the door. I thought it was best to leave out the fact of how I got sick.
“It’s no biggie, you can crash here tonight if you want,”
“Wow, thanks,” I said distractedly.
His place was huge! In front of me, was an open space leading toward a kitchen with marble counter tops, fancy wooden cabinets, and an island with a few chairs around it. To my right, were a couple of black leather couches that faced toward a massive flat screen. There was also a simple square coffee table with a remote control, a couple magazines, and some letters on it. To my left was a hallway with several doorways that I assumed led to a couple bedrooms and a bathroom.
"Are you just going to stand there or come in?" Greyson pulled me out my thoughts and I nodded and stepped inside.
“You have a really nice place,” I tried my best not to sound too weird. Wealthy people always made me feel uncomfortable, because I grew up poor and never learned the proper etiquette.
Greyson gestured for me to sit on the couch while walked toward his kitchen. I sighed and leaned my head back on the cushions. I had only closed my eyes for a few seconds before opening them again to see Greyson looming over me with a couple pills in his hand and a glass of water in the other.
"I don't really want to get on Dee's bad side so do you mind taking these?"
"I do actually. I don't need to take anything. I'm fine." I said not caring if I might ruin any potential relationship Greyson might have with Dee for not listening to him.
"You really are afraid of taking medicine," Greyson quirked his head to the side.
"I am not afraid. I just don't need any, but thanks anyways." As I spoke, I did my best to stifle a cough, but it only made things worse and I was having a full-blown coughing fit.
"Hey, are you okay?" Greyson walked toward the front of the couch and placing a hand on my shoulder after I calmed down.
"Yeah, like I said before, I'm fine." I shrugged off his hand and he sighed.
"How could you still say that when you're dying on my couch?"
"I'm not dying, I'm fine. Actually, I’m better than fine. So, if you don't mind, I'm going to go home." I went to stand up, but Greyson pushed me back down.
"Wow, Dee was right about you, hold still." Greyson said forcing my jaw open. He popped a couple pills into my mouth and poured some water in after. He quickly shut my mouth and held my nose. I began to panic from lack of air and I tried to wiggle away from him, but he jumped on top of me and tilted my head back against the back of the couch so the pills would slide down my throat easier.
"MMMPH!" I tried to punch and kick him off, but he wouldn't budge. I heard him chuckle and that only made me want to kick him harder.
"I'm not going to let go until you swallow the pills." He laughed. I looked at him with horror. This guy was just the male version of Dee.
"MMMPH!" I shook my head, but I was seriously contemplating swallowing seeing that my lungs were screeching for air.
After another ten seconds of futile struggling, I finally gave in. Greyson quickly took his hands away from my face.
I gasped for air.
"See that wasn't so hard now, was it?" He grinned at me. I growled and shoved at his chest.
"Screw off." I said pushing at his chest again.
"In a second. I just want to make sure you actually took the medicine." He forced my jaw open once more. I was starting to feel uncomfortable at how close his face was to mine, but he let go and ruffled my head before I could say anything of it.
"Happy now?"
"Yup." He said getting off of me.
"Why do I get the feeling you've done that before?" I asked watching him go into his kitchen.
"My baby sister used to be the same way. She hated medicine."
"Unlike me however, she grew out of it right?"
"Uh, not exactly." Greyson said opening his fridge.
"What do you mean?" I asked tilting my head. Greyson took out another glass from his cabinet and poured some orange juice for himself.
"She died," He said before taking a gulp.
"Oh, Sorry." I said unsure of how to respond. I turned my head back around and stared at the blank T.V. screen.
“Oh, Sorry.” I repeated in my head. How inconsiderate am I? He just told his sister was dead and all I can come up with is that crappy reply? Damn, Maddy, you can be so obnoxious sometimes.
"Hey don't beat yourself up about it." Greyson said pulling me out of my thoughts.
I just nodded finding it safer to just not speak.
"Also, you might want to text Dee and let her know you’re here, so she doesn’t go to your place and think you’re missing.”
I nodded again, but said nothing I guess he did hear us talking in the parking lot.
The room had grown awkwardly quiet and all I could hear was the sound of Greyson chugging down his drink. When he finished my eyes caught him walking toward one of the many doors I saw when I first entered.
"I'm just going to take a shower, feel free to take one after me. Also, the guest bedroom is right next to mine. I'm sure you'll figure out which is which. He stood there a few extra seconds I guess waiting for a reply, but when he didn't get one, he sighed, brushed a hand through his hair and walked toward the bathroom.
I turned my head back around and notice a black T.V. remote placed neatly on the corner of the coffee table. It took only a few seconds to figure out how to turn on the T.V. But trying to flip through channels was starting to give me another headache. So, when I found myself watching cartoons I sighed and gave up on searching for something else. I texted Dee while Tom and Jerry beat the hell out of each other.
*~*~
I woke up gasping for air. I noticed that my shoes were off and there was a warm blanket on top of me. I yawned and realized that I had fallen asleep once again, but the crick in my neck told me that I wasn't going to be sleeping on the couch any longer. I stood up and tried to walk, but I almost tripped over the damn coffee table. All the lights in the room had been turned off and I was finding it difficult to get around. On top of that, I had no idea where the guest bedroom was.
I finally found myself in front of a door and when I turned the handle, I was happy to the outline of a bed. I almost tripped a couple times getting over to it and I bit my lip when my shin hit the one of its corners. I let out a small moan as my body molded perfectly into the mattress.
Damn this guy had it nice. Nice car, nice house, and even nice beds. As I went under the covers and closed my eyes, I suddenly felt panic bubble in my chest as if something was telling me I shouldn’t go back to sleep. However, the sweet scent of strawberries began to fill the air and any fear I was feeling quickly faded.
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