Quote:hang with does who lift you higher, the view is so much better at the top.
we shared a look before walking into the apartment. There was a figure sitting in the sofa its back turned to us.
"I have been waiting for you." A thick muscular voice says.
"Dad." I hear Grayson voice from behind me, and from the tune I know this isn't a happy family reunion.
The figure stands up then turns to face us, he was wearing a well ironed suit, his face very identical to Grayson.
Why does he looks mad, he should be glad his dad came to visit him, mine doesn't.
"So you left the mansion for this." The man pause as he looks around. "Shit hole."
Man, he is so rude.
"Well its a lot better than that mansion of yours." Grayson retorted, as they both shot icy glares at each other.
Tension was beginning to build up in the room, my breath starts to inch at the possibility of anyone of them exploding.
Seems they don't really get along.
"And who is this." Grayson's dad asks breaking the long silence, which was accompanied by thick tension, his eyes was now on me.
" Am skylar, Grayson's apartment mate." I reply, suddenly feeling uncomfortable under his gaze.
Although I felt emotionally tired of talking, it would be rude not to introduce myself.
"Well skylar am Grayson's dad,Mr Bendix." Grayson's dad says, a small smile was visible on his face.
With the tensed look on Grayson's face I can easily guess he feels uncomfortable.
"Why don't you take a sit.... "
"They will be no need for that." Mr Bendix quickly say.
"I just came to remind you about our traditional family dinner tomorrow ."
He looks at Grayson. "You should bring skylar too."
He sends me a smile before walking past us and to the door.
"Be there." Mr Bendix orders before waking out of the door, no farewells.
I hear Grayson mutter something under his breath before waking to the kitchen.
i follow Grayson then drop my bag of groceries on the counter. While he stock the groceries in the fridge.
He seems less tensed than before, I wonder why he dislikes his dad.
I stare at Grayson a cloud of questions hovering over my head.
"Ask all you want, I know you are dying to." Grayson smirks, his eyes now on me.
Really , why am I so easy to read.
"why would you leave a mansion to live in a small apartment." I ask curiosity getting the best of me.
"Not everybody likes living in a mansion." He rests his body on the fridge in a bad boy style. "Well especially not with a dad like that."
he has a point, I mean Mr Bendix is so intimidating and demanding. I can tell by the way he talks.
"Why don't you like your dad." I ask hesitantly, unsure if he'd answer or not.
"You can't like everybody." he replies. "If he wants you there I think you should go, he's not someone who takes no as an answer." Grayson smiles at me, before exiting the kitchen.
Why does he always gives me a shady answers. And I don't even have a choice about the dinner.
I down a cup of orange juice before leaving the kitchen.
I climb the stairs and to my room.
I lie on my soft bed, having completely nothing on my schedules, if I even have one.
The door creaks open and Grayson's head pops in.
"Am out, you should whip something up for lunch." He pause, then looks around my room. "Nice."
"Thanks." I reply, he then shut the door.
Now what should we have for launch. Wait first we should call tin I don't even know anything about dinner Parties.
I pick up my phone from the reading table then dial tins number.
"Wats up sky." I hear tins cheery voice.
"Umm, tin I need your help." I said.
"you want me to help you in kidnapping Nathan, and send him to a non-english speaking country." Tin asks.
she would have done that if in haven't stopped her.
"No." I roll my eyes.
"Just so you remember, the proposal is always on." She says.
"I don't think I will be needing it." I reply.
I hear her mutter something under her breath before speaking again.
"So how can I be of help to you your highnegss."
"Grayson's dad invited me to a family dinner tomorrow....."
"Wait, what." She shrieks from the other side of the, I move the phone away from ear to prevent her high pitch voice from messing with my ear.
"So." I pop an eyebrow, even if she wouldn't be able to see it.
"I will be there immediately after class tomorrow." She states. "We will have to do your hair, then get you a new dress and shoe, then fix new nails, and.... "
"Okay, okay." I stop tin from rapping any further. she Really likes overreacting.
"Okay." She breaths out.
"So see you tomorrow."
"See, you tomorrow." Tin replies.
Now back to lunch, huh I really hate not being able to cook.
Now I remember, I didn't locked the door, my bad.
A/an:late update, am sorry. And if this story doesn't fit your taste, am sorry. Like I said before this is my first story. and I found out writing a story is much more harder than I thought it was. Love yal. Toodles.