Twenty Days Before
"Ugh I hate this." I groaned in annoyance.
Greyson just chuckles while highlighting a bunch of packs total amount of money.
While I'm struggling with knitting my own sweater. And it has pink and cheetah print yarn.
"How's your knee beautiful?" He asks looking at me curiously.
I look up at him and sigh while look at my bandaged-up knee.
"It's okay, it's just sore." I sigh.
The doctor told us that I shouldn't be walking on it a lot. Much to my disappointment because I really want to walk and not have Greyson carry me everywhere.
"Do you want to eat or watch TV?" Greyson asks standing up and stretching.
I sigh, I kind of am hungry.
"I'll have some lunch. But don't carry me. You can help me by holding my hand." I say pointing my finger towards the smirking freak hi
