Page 196 of Lilah
"No," he says simply. What does he mean 'No'?
"What do you mean no? I wasn't asking a question," I grip my own forehead.
"That's too far from me, you can't go," he shakes his head like I have any control over the situation.
"Grey,I don't have a choice,"I stress. He throws his arms up.
"You act like I don't have a fucking place, stay with me," he rolls his eyes and mine widen. We're ready for that? I thought couples weren't supposed to move in together until they got engaged?
"I don't know," I whisper. What if he starts to hate me from being together so much?
"What do you mean you don't know? Do you want to go to Kentucky?" His face grows unhappy again.
"No, of course not! Here is everything I know," all the two friends I have are here and I feel like it'd be terrible to move to someplace new. Especially with my social issues, being weird and all.
Sure, bad memories are here. Quite a few of them. But there are also good memories, great ones actually.
I can't leave it all behind. Especially Grey.
"Then live with me," he nods. I bite my lip, still thinking about how if we live together he might start to dislike me.
"I don't think you'll appreciate being around me all the time," I tell him honestly.
"Shut up," he stresses, "why do you think I don't want to be around you? "
"Well, you don't like people-" he cuts me off, throwing his hands into the air.
"Because they're notyou,"I watch as he grows frustrated.
This doesn't make sense. Am I dumb or am Idumb?
"Wait, so youwantme to live with you?"
"Yes," he doesn't even waste a second. My heart grows. I never consideredlivingwith Grey. I thought it was so far out of the picture that there was no chance of considering it. And I sure as heck wasn't going toaskto live with him, that'd be crazy.
That's like inviting yourself to someone's birthday party without them wanting you to come.
"Oh my gosh!" I exclaim, "it'd be like a sleepover every night!"
We've known each other for four and a half months. I pray this won't backfire on me like everything else has.
"Let me ask my mom," I tell him.
"You're an adult, you can do what you want," he reminds me.
I don't consider myself an adult. I mean, I'm not a kid, I know that but I just think it feels right to talk about huge decisions.
"Right," I say unconvincingly. He only rolls those beautiful eyes of his.
Did he hear the part where I told him I loved him?
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"Are you sure you want to do this?" she asks me. I give her a smile and a nod.
"I thought you would want to get away too, I didn't mean to try and take you away from everyone," she gives me a sorry smile.
"I understand," I bring her in for a world-famous hug of mine, "you need to get away from everything."
