Chapter 0005

#Chapter5

I’m sorry

Lucille

I awoke to find flowers on my nightstand. I pulled the card out of them and looked at it with confusion. The small card read, get better soon.

I had no energy to deal with who gave me flowers. I used the bathroom, took my meds, and fell asleep.

A few hours later, I laid in bed like a lump. Someone knocked at my door.

“Come in.”

I coughed. The door opened to show Grayson holding a brown paper bag. I sat up and looked at him, bewildered. He took a seat on my bed, setting the bag down and pulling out a styrofoam container. He removed the lid and handed it to me along with a plastic spoon. I took it and looked at him.

“You brought me soup?”

“Chicken soup which is the best food when you’re sick.”

“What’s the catch? Are you going to give me a bunch of tasks when I return?”

I furrowed my brows at him. I didn’t trust Grayson because he isn’t a sweet guy.

“No. Your mom brought your doctor’s note to me. She said you were sick.”

I sniffed the soup, pausing with a bite.

“You didn’t poison it, did you?”

“No.”

He chuckled. I shrugged and took a bite. I ate what I could, then gave Grayson the container. He looked at it.

“You ate little.”

“I’m not hungry. I’m more tired than anything.”

I laid back down and hugged my pillow. Grayson looked at the flowers.

“I see you got flowers.”

“Yeah.”

I laid there.

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you sorry that you’re a king-size tool, or are you sorry that you’re an ass?”

I didn’t care if I offended him. I didn’t feel well.

“I deserve that.”

“Don’t worry. When I return to work, I’ll be on my best behavior. I learned my lesson.”

“No.”

I looked at him, confused.

“Lucille, I don’t want you to change. You make work fun. I was wrong for how I treated you.”

“Who are you? What did you do with Grayson Gray?”

He chuckled as I looked at him. The dude has more mood swings than the weather. Within a few minutes, I drifted off to sleep. I needed rest which had become my new best friend, thanks to the medicine.

A few hours later, I found Grayson sitting there, observing me sleep.

“That’s creepy.”

“Sorry.”

I didn’t want to leave my bed which was way too comfy.

*****

Grayson

I’ve never seen Lucille this lethargic. It bothered me more because I caused it. I don’t want to see her sick again.

I noticed she had lost weight. God, I’m an ass.

“Want to view a movie?” I asked her, clearing my throat.

“Do I look like I can check out a movie?”

“Okay, how about something to eat?”

“No.”

She won’t take it easy on me. I shouldn’t have pushed her away.

“Shouldn’t you be at work harassing someone for not doing their job?”

“It’s my day off.”

“And you spent it with me. Oh, joy.”

“Is that a problem?”

“It depends. Will you be a tool when I’m better?”

“No.”

I shook my head.

“Fine, you can stay and stare at me while I go back to sleep.”

She yawned as her eyes closed. I made a phone call.

*****

Lucille

Every day Grayson came by, bringing me soup and popsicles. He would stay and talk to me. I didn’t have the energy to fight with him. I hope he wasn’t a vast tool when I returned to work.

I asked why he wasn’t working. He told me the store gave him time off. Liar. Grayson never takes time off from work. When he’s off, he works.

I started getting better, and we observed movies together. It’s nice not to be comatose. I hate being sick because it’s horrible.

I even lightened up with Grayson as he lightened up more. He even laughed somewhat, which surprised me.

Eating actual food is even better. I’m sick of soup. I wanted something more substantial. Grayson brought a pizza over, and we sat on my bed while eating it.

“Actual food.”

I took a slice of pizza and bit into it. That was pure heaven.

“You like food, huh?”

“Food is life. Mom said you should have excellent food, wonderful drinks, and a delightful chat.”

“Yeah, your mom ripped me a new one when you got sick.”

I looked at him.

“I’ve learned never to piss her off.”

His comment made me laugh.

“My parents are a trip. They wanted me to get a job and meet someone.”

I shook my head.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“It wouldn’t be, but I met twits along the way. Guys are absurd. I’m waiting for a guy who can show me why he’s the one for me.”

“You never know. The person is closer than you think.”

“He might be, but until he proves to me he’s the one, the single life is fine with me.”

I took a bite and smiled as he smiled at me.

I refused to settle with a guy. I wanted more than most guys offered. I wanted someone that would show me why they deserve me. Give me that spark. I wanted a never-ending kiss. When a guy held my hand, he’d never let it go.

I wanted it all, getting it, even if I waited forever. At least, I’m too old to give a shit. The latter would happen before the beginning.