Page 265 of Lilah
Of course, I love Grey and I love spending time with him.But,without a doubt, there are times where he can be quite the character and everyone needs time to themselves.
Now I'm fully ready to slap the daylights out of his booty.
We close up the store and I give Mr. Terrip an extra long hug goodbye before he gets in his car and drives off.
I decide to walk to the restaurant to breathe in the fresh air. I even see an older couple which makes my heart grow.
To top it off, they saidhito me. I don't think I've ever felt so special in my life. Are they my grandparents? How much money does it take to hire grandparents?
I check the pockets of my jacket and the pockets of my jeans. In the end, I come up with thirteen cents, a squished piece of gum in its wrapper, and some foreign object that looks like it was placed in my possession without my knowledge. I narrow my eyes and look around me. The old couple is gone and the only people around me is one pregnant woman and a middle-aged man who looks like he's got a lot of money.
I look closely at the object. I've had the jacket for years so lord knows what it actually is. I throw it away in a nearby trashcan and make it to the restaurant.
"Look who it is," Jonas' voice just brightens my day as soon as I hear it.
"Hey little boy," I give him a smile and his rolls his blue eyes.
"You still have no tits," he grumbles.
Not what Grey says.
"You still have a small peepee," I chuckle.
"Witch," he narrows his eyes at me.
"This could've gone much better if you would've just told me where exactly Grey was as soon as you saw me," I shrug.
"In the very back, outside," he flicks a crumpled up straw wrapper at me and I catch it in my hand before it hits me in the throat.
"You wish you could do what I just did," I fake throwing it at him and he flinches, closing his eyes. Right when he reopens them, I actually throw it at him and it hits him in the cheek. The face not buttcheek.
I start walking toward the back but not before turning to him once more to call him out on how much of a loser he looked like just now.
"How does it feel to be the biggest loser here?" I smile, and he only flicks me off.
I walk all the way to the back of the 'meeting room' where the door to the outside leads and I bust that thing open.
When I see Grey looking all bootylicious I smile. A group of six of them play basketball on the hoop that I didn't even know they had out here.
Shouldn't they be attempting to run a restaurant? Or even attempt to be finding crime-committing people?
Sidetracked by Grey being shirtless and pure gorgeousness, I forget that he'ssupposed to be sick.
I'm going to give him a wet willy.
I watch him for a minute because quite frankly I cannot help myself. Now I know I don't know a lot or even a little bit about basketball but it seems to me that Grey is pretty darn good.
He scores a few buckets or baskets- I don't even know the freaking terminology, and even a few thinks that is like a dunk or something, I'm done trying to figure it out though.
Someone calls a timeout and I cross my arms across my chest.
"Hey, babydoll," Oaklee calls over to me, wiping his bare chest with Theo's shirt who is gaping at him with disgust.
Grey looks over at me and his lips turn up at the corners as he starts walking toward me.
"I don't think it's a good idea to be out here without a shirt on when it's mid-fall and you're supposed to besick,"I raise my eyebrows.
"It's sixty degrees today and," he sniffles, "Iamsick. But I was sicker earlier."
