On Thin Ice

05.

"You guys like Brave?" I question the both of them. They nod their heads lightly.

I giggle, "frozen's better," I argue, shrugging my shoulders. Grey takes his attention off of the tv and looks at me, raising an eyebrow.

"You only watch frozen cause you have a crush on that Kristoff guy." He states, stifling a laugh.

"Oh yeah? And you have a crush on Merida." I snap back, taking one of the grey cushions and throwing it at him, it hits him right in the face. Me and Brady burst into fits of laughter.

Headshot.

Grey picks the cushion back up and stands up walking over to me and hitting me gently with it, making sure it doesn't actually hurt me.

"Do you want your car or not?" He asks, holding my car keys in his hand.

I snatch the keys off of his hand and make my way to the front door unlocking it, I abruptly stop as I turn to face them with a confused look on my face.

"How did you two get in?"

Brady gets up walking over to me and opening the door for me, "your dad let us in before he went out with your mom and sister."

I grimace, "she's not my mom."

Brady covers his mouth with his hands and turns to face Grey, eyes wide realising what he just said.

"I am so sorry I don't know why-"

I shake my head lightly giving his shoulder a pat, "it's fine you asscrack." I laugh quietly and put my shoes on before going outside, Brady and Grey following me.

I smile as I look at my car and turn around to face Grey, "tell your dad I said thanks."

He gives me a thumbs up and smiles. I unlock my car and get in the driver's seat before motioning for Grey and Brady to get in.

"Buckle up I need to buy some new equipment ."

They both groan as I turn the ignition on.

- - -

"What the fuck is this?" Grey asks agitated, I chuckle as I grab a box of acrylic paints.

"It's an easel dumbass, now stop whining, I need to shop in peace." He groans again stomping his feet on the ground.

"Ouch you idiot, you stepped on my foot," Brady mutters before returning the gesture, they keep doing this until a member of staff comes over to us.

"Are you okay? Do you need any help with anything," a woman, probably in her mid-60s, asked us with a concerned look on her face.

I look over to where Brady and Grey were standing, only to find out they've already gone, probably hiding for god knows why. I sigh as I feel my face redden.

"Uhm, yeah I was just looking for the paintbrushes," I lie smiling awkwardly.

The old lady nods and guides me to an aisle, I see Grey and Brady standing on the corner, trying not to make eye contact with us.