Page 119 of Lilah
"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 aboutmebeing 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 donedone. 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.
