This is the first story I've ever written, I wrote it over the summer of last year and my writing skills have grown immensely. Although this is my first story I've wrote, I have published other stories on here and am currently working on one. Under the high school section, I have the One or the Other, which is a current project; Hayden's Story; and GAvin's Got Game. Under the college section, I have The After Party. The latter three stories all contain sexual content.
If you enjoyed reading this story, you can email me at wah.stories@yahoo.com. I love getting fan mail and can't wait to here from you all!
~ ~ IMPORTANT - THIS WAS WRITTEN BY A FRIEND ~ ~
Day One...
I stepped off the plane and pulled off my jacket. I forgot how warm it was here in the winter. The sun was blazing as I walked out of the terminal. My heart was racing as I grabbed my minimal amount of luggage and guitar walked outside to wait on front of the airport. It was already 8 pm here while it was only 5 back in California, and I felt a little jet lagged. People were giving me strange looks, I mean, I guess it is odd to see someone leaning against a wall alone in all black with the sun out and strong. My cell phone vibrated as I checked my text messages.
On our way! –A
I sighed and shoved ran my fingers through my hair and wiped away the swear. I wonder what she'll think of me now? I had a lip ring, a second cartilage on both ears, and drunken tattoo received during my first party in San Fran. "It is a dangerous thing to love what can be touched by death." I shook my head, I highly doubted there would be any situation in which she would be able to see it. Though I could hope. I was going to ask her out before I leave at the end of the week so maybe I'll get really, really lucky. "Grayson?" I looked up and felt a smirk spread across my face. Amy was standing in front of me, her hair falling in this messily adorable way and a cap was on her head. She was wearing a white tank top, short jean shorts, and a black pair of converse. Ugh, I should have came more prepared, but God she was gorgeous. I forgot how warm her chocolate brown eyes were. They had flecks of lighter brown and some gold. When the light hit them a certain way, they would just light up.
"Hey you." I said and then broke out into a full blown grin. She ran towards me and I dropped my luggage and gave her a tight hug. She was laughing and I was just holding onto her, I closed my eyes and breathed in. Hmm, something uniquely her. I felt her body heat through my thick layers of clothes and was suddenly assaulted with a string of not so appropriate thoughts. I felt her pull away from me. She grabbed my hand and smiled.
"Grab your shit and let's get out of the sun!" She said as I picked up my stuff. This is going to be a long week...
Day two...(Amy's Perspective)
I woke up and stretched. The sun was streaming through the windows. I smiled and sat up then as I was about to get up I remembered who was passed out on my bed room floor on an extra mattress. I leaned over to look at the mass of blankets strewn over Gray. Oh my god, Gray. I sighed and lied back down thinking about last night. I was a little shocked to see her after so long. She was different looking now then at prom. Slightly thinner, the shadows under her eyes were darker, and all the new pierced parts. I'm not complaining though, I bet it would be fun kissing with a lip ring. The two things that didn't change were the eyes and smirk. Storm gray with flecks of ice blue, like a hurricane over an ocean. I almost forgot how cold they always were, how there was always something dark lingering in those depths. Of course there was always the flash of warmth, like a ray of sun through clouds. Though, there are the rare times it seemed like they were burning. Usually that's never a good thing with Grayson. Her smirk though, cocky, arrogant, flirty and mysterious. God, I hated that smile when we first met. It felt like she was always making fun of me or amused or something. But it's kind of, well, charming now.
"Ughhh..." I heard a moan come from the floor. I glanced over to see Gray struggling for consciousness. Her dark brown hair which was usually so "artfully" made for the I just woke up look, was now sticking up in random places and obscuring her eyes. She groggily dragged herself to a sitting position. "What time is it?" Oh yeah, I forgot Gray was on California time.
I laughed and said. "11 am you lazy ass. Why, what time do you usually wake up in Cali?"
She laughed and pulled herself onto my bed sitting at the edge. "Ugh, right now its 8 there and I don't wake up when I get the choice until like 1." She stretched, I told her last night that the mattress on the floor wouldn't be comfortable. She declined my offer to share a bed. "Christ my back hurts." Gray looked over at me drowsily, and raised an eyebrow. "Move." I felt her lift the blankets on one side and get in by me. I felt my heart pick up as the new addition of body heat washed over me.
I smirked myself this time. "Whatever happened to, 'I'll be fine'?" I asked playfully messing with her hair. It was silky and bed-heady if that makes sense.
She glanced up at me through the hair in her face and shrugged, "Oh shut up." I felt her sling an arm across me and rest her head on my shoulder. "Just stay here, you're warm and I'm not." she said tiredly. I heard her breathing even out in a few minutes. I smiled and pulled the teenager closer to me. I noticed how tired her face was, she also looked younger asleep. I closed my eyes and got comfortable, I could sleep for a few more hours.
But before I drifted off, I started comparing DJ and Grayson in my head. DJ always had these warm hazel eyes, and a sincere sort of smile. Gray had icy gray and a smirk that screamed all seven sins. DJ said things like, "Love of my life" , "Darling", "My love", "Baby", and "Sweetheart." and I said them back. Gray hate's terms like 'love of my life', the word's 'my love' wouldn't even begin to process in her mind, and the only times she'd call me baby, darling, or sweetheart would be to be condescending. Gray was the one who taught me the meaning of the term rule breaking. Being with her felt reckless and dangerous and adventurous and I felt good and alive, it was easy as breathing. When I was with DJ, I felt safe, and comfortable and at the time like I was in the perfect relationship. We even talked marriage. Until Gray kissed me at prom. I mean, it was great but it tasted like goodbye, it was. Grayson always seemed to be the definition of goodbye, it scared me. I thought I was in love with DJ at the time, so getting kissed by my best friend was just different. I wanted to kiss back but I knew if I did I would get hurt or I'd start something I couldn't finish. That night was the first time I saw Gray's eyes burn in a way that wasn't bad, only for a few moments. I sighed as I thought about the girl in my arms, and the girl who used to be in my arms. It was hard to compare them because they were complete opposites, and the easiest way to say it was that one showed me how to love the night and the other reminded me why I loved day.
Day three...(Grayson's perspective)
I walked casually through the park next to Amy. She was going on about what she's been up to and how everyone is. "-And Shawn has been doing great in high school! He's been meeting a crap load of guys and-" I put a finger to her lips, I felt her breath against it. She raised an eyebrow.
I smirked and leaned towards her face. Her eyes widened as I was a few inches from her. "Do you hear that?" I moved my finger and looked suspiciously to my right. My heart pounded, as I could feel her breath on my face. She was really cute when she was surprised.
She leaned a little towards me and then tilted her head inquiringly, "Hear what?"
I looked back at her, and walked behind her so I was almost right at her back. The rain started falling a little harder. I noticed a pretty steep hill a little ahead of us. I leaned forward and put my lips right at her ears. "Do you hear...THIS!" I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her towards me and we rolled down the hill.
"You're so stupid!" She laughed and hit me playfully on the shoulder. I grinned at her as she suddenly paused. That's when I noticed the position we were in. I was on my back and she was basically straddling my waist, I couldn't think of a more cliché' scenario but I'm not passing this up. I sat up so she was still straddling me but I was now at eye level. She was quiet as she searched my face. God, I hoped this is what she wanted too because I don't think I could stand to lose her again. "You have grass in your hair." She said quietly as Amy brought up her hand to get it out of my face.
"Do I now?" I said. She leaned forward, suddenly extremely close to my face. I had a mini heart attack as she put a hand on my neck.
She gave me a sly smile, "Yeah, you do." I felt her breath against my lips as she pressed her mouth to mine. I stiffened for a second and then let myself meld into it. Electricity shot through me as I wound my hand into her hair and put the other on her back pushing her towards me. She put her hands on my chest and pushed me away slightly. I pulled back and raised an eyebrow over half lidded eyes. I couldn't help but feel a little frustrated since I've waited almost a year for this. But if she wants to stop, I'll respect that every time.
She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "It's- it's nothing. I just thought of something." She looked away from me and bit her bottom lip. I felt a little bad for the flash of annoyance a moment before now. I forgot Amy didn't like to rush into things.
I looked up at the sky and then back at her. "I'm sorry." I said.
She looked at me curiously. "For what?"
"For totally molesting you in a park where any creepy old person could watch." She smiled and pushed me back down into the snow.
"You're an asshole you know that." She asked as I felt her lean towards me again.
"An asshole you want to make out with."
"Just shut up and kiss me you jerk."
Day four...(Amy's perspective)
I closed my eyes and leaned my head back in the shower. Today Gray and I went snowboarding with some friends at one of those year round ski lodges where they make their own snow. Let's just say that the Californian should just stick to music. I felt sore all over and as the hot water washed over me, or what was left of it. Gray used up almost all of it, I mean she did crash head on into trees, children and off a 15 foot cliff thing into a snow bank. I thought about the last two days. Yesterday when we were walking I kissed her in the snow, and even when it wasn't goodbye, that's what the kiss felt like. I hoped I didn't come off as a prude. God that girl was going to be the death of me. When snowboarding we saw DJ on the mountain and I told her why we broke up. Whether it was on accident or on purpose, Gray crashed into DJ in a full blown tackle/fall. Then proceeded to wander over to me and say quite loudly something about coming back to my place and getting our freak on.
When I was done I walked into the hallway and into my room where I was greeted with a pretty shocking sight. Gray was standing shirtless with nothing but bra and a pair of old baggy black sweats of Shawn's that was hanging dangerously low so that I could see the hem of her underwear as she was inspecting her bruises in the mirror. I couldn't help but stare at her toned stomach and the...bellybutton piercing? That's new. At least it wasn't a tattoo. She hadn't noticed I was there yet and I saw a strange looking bruise on her ribcage, it was kind of pretty and looked a little like words...and "You got a tattoo?" I yelled in shock.
She jumped and turned around with fists in the air, an old reaction from when she was younger. She went to a chair and sat down. A smirk was on her face. "Yeah, you want to get a closer look." I smiled as I felt her press herself into me, pinning me to the wall with her hands on either side of me. Electricity surged through me as I felt her lips press roughly against mine. She smelled like the ocean and the way the air smells at night. This wasn't soft and tender and sweet like DJ's were, it was rough and burning and dark like Gray. She pulled away from me, I stared into those storm gray shards of ice as she pulled me towards her. I felt my breathing hitch in my throat as she played with the hem of my t-shirt and pushed me onto the bed. I had my hands running along her sides tracing the tattoo over and over. Her lips were on my neck and then at my ear. "Lights on or off?" she whispered hotly. Her lips burning on mine again.
I closed my eyes and then pushed her off. "Grayson..." I said. She sat up and stared at me through smoldering eyes. They were staring into mine darkly, I felt like I was in the middle of a hurricane.
She furrowed her eye brows and rolled off and grabbed a t-shirt. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked in a strained voice. I knew I was being a total tease right now.
"No it's just that," I knew it could sound childish but I thought it was completely logical. "You and I haven't even been on a date yet!" I said. She threw her hands in the air and fell back onto the bed.
"We've known each other for years! And it's not like you haven't done it before!" She said in exasperation.
I frowned and hit her on the head. "Yeah but that doesn't mean I'm easy like some people I know." I said huffily and crossed my arms. The teenager rolled onto her back and then sat up.
"Ugh, I'm sorry I didn't mean that." she muttered apologetically as she put an arm across my shoulders. "Fine, do you want to go have dinner with me?" She asked.
I was still kind of mad at her. "I don't know, I might be busy." I said angrily.
I heard Gray laugh. "C'mon, please?"
I sighed. "Okay, but only because you asked so nicely" I felt her laying next to me as I put my head on her shoulder. She was playing with my hair silently. "You're so stupid, you know that?" I said quietly. My pulse raced as I felt the body heat through her t-shirt.
"Obviously."
I sighed and closed my eyes. This girl has my heart in her hands, like so many other hearts that have been in her hands. I watched them all shatter, what makes me any different? "I love you." I whispered quietly. At that moment I remember her saying it to me at prom, and I prayed it was still true. I closed my eyes before I felt her shifting under me. I sat up as I watched her stare through the window. "Gray?" she closed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh. She didn't look at me.
"I should go." She said quietly. I just told you I love you and you go? I felt a tug at my heart as I bit my bottom lip.
"Last time you said that I didn't hear from you until six days ago."
I watched her standing up and throwing on clothes. "I know."
She stood in front of my bed room door about to open it, I got out of bed and wrapped my arms around her shoulders from behind. "Please don't..."
"Amy..." 'Please not tonight. Any other night, just don't go tonight you idiot.' I wanted to beg, to plead, fight, scream. Anything to make her stay.
I let go of her. "I always hated how you make me miss you when you were gone. Always, even when I thought I hated you. I missed you even then. I miss you now..." I felt hot tears slide down my face.
I didn't say anything as she turned around and pulled me into a tight hug. There wasn't anything to say as I cried into her shoulder. About DJ, about Jen and Shawn, family, friends, about her. I just cried about everything. "Shh, it'll be okay." I felt her lips on my hair, and neck and temples. That was the only thing she said for a long time. We were laying on the bed now though, my head in the crook of her neck. She was playing with a piece of my hair. "I love you, do you realize that?"
"I love you, do you realize that?" I asked.
"I don't deserve you."
"And you didn't deserve what happened at prom." She sat up again but holding me closer, her arm on one of my shoulders and her other hand holding mine. She leaned her forehead against mine and a look of sudden intensity was on her face. I gave her an equal look.
"You deserved to be happy. I want you to be happy, Amy. I love you, but because I love you I can't be selfish with you. I've worn you're bracelet every day since you've given it to me. You mean the world to me, and I would do absolutely anything to make you happy or to do what's best for you." I felt her close the small distance between our lips, it wasn't like before. It felt like a future we could have. Like all those nights watching re runs and sneaking out and watching the stars on top of the highest buildings.
"When are you going to get it. You're what's best for me. I want to be with you. I don't care about DJ and I know you don't care about Evelyn. So what's the problem?"
She was looked pained and averted her eyes. "There's...a lot you don't know about me." I thought about it and I realized she was right. I knew her parents and brother died in a car crash according to her. She has an extremely large amount of inheritance from both her grandfathers who were also dead. And well, that's all I know about her past. Whenever I tried to ask she would avoid the question and change the subject.
"I don't care. What's the fun in anyone when you know everything about them?"
"Good point."
"We have a long time to get to know each other if that's what you want."
"It'll be hard. I'm in San Fran and you're here, but I want to make it work. I care about you. Only you. I want you to be with me, and I want you to want to be with me." She grinned and her eyes burned in that not so bad way. "So Amy Washington, will you be me, Grayson Del Vito's muse?" She handed me the necklace her brother gave her before he was killed. I took it and placed around my neck.
I laughed, "Way to be cliché' but, I would love to and I love you."
"You make me incredibly happy did you know that?"
"Obviously." I laid back down and rested my head on her shoulder and closed my eyes.
"I love you, Amy." I heard her whisper before I drifted off to sleep. Her arm was around me, and I felt more right that night than I ever did with DJ.
Day six...
I woke up alone the next day. I felt my heart break a little. I thought after last night she would at least say goodbye. Then I noticed a piece of paper on the pillow next to mine.
Amy,
God, I'm sorry I couldn't say good bye. But hell, you know me. I'm more into 'see you later's . Which I definitely will. You are the most beautiful amazing girl I have and will ever meet. So until I can see you again, this is 'see you later'.
By the way, track six on your CD. I love you, and always will until the moment you tell me to stop.
-Grayson Del Vito
I smiled to myself as I went over the letter. "Aww that's sweet..." I said to myself. I noticed the CD was already on track six. I pressed play and I heard Gray's voice and guitar fill the room.
"...It's gonna be hard when I'm gone,
I'll take this time to sit down and write you a song.
With simple words and melody,
To explain exactly what you mean to me Oh, Amy ..."
I felt the biggest grin come onto my face as the chorus finished. I love dating a musician.
~ IMPORTANT ~
There are two chapters that were written by a friend of mine and I will tell you if when the chapter is written by her. Please DO NOT contact me and tell me how different those chapters are from the rest of the story and they are written completely differently. If you do I will most likely insult you. :D