Chapter Four

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A/N: Hey! So I know I took too long! Almost a whole week. But I was on vacation. I tried to make this long for you guys :)

Also, there is a small part at the end in Greyson's p.o.v. and PLEASE comment and tell me if you like his perspective so I know to use it more later on.

Also what do you guys think will happen in the story? I love hearing predictions! They spark ideas

~Izzy :)

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*Ginger's P.O.V.*

The next morning I woke up to the sun peering through my blinds. I blink rapidly and stretch my arms over my head. I rub my eyes with my fist while slowly sitting up on my elbows.

All the events from the night before rush back into my memory.

I gasp realizing that it all wasn't a bittersweet dream. I jump out of my bed. I'm in only my underwear and my t- shirt from the day before. Sometime during the night when I was alseep I had gotten annoyed by my jeans and taken them off.

I pick them up off the floor and throw them into my dirty clothes pile. I slide on a pair of pj bottoms and my slippers. I grab for my phone on my desk, and see that on top of it is a folded in half index card.

"hmmm," I say while reaching for it.

With my lips pursed I lightly unfold it. My cheeks blush and my stomach erupted in butterflies as I read it.

'Text me sometime? I don't think I could very long without talking to you. You know so I can act like a kid. ;)'

Under that message was his phone number. I stared at it for what seemed like forever before slowly inserting it into my phone. I had to make sure all the numbers were correct.

I open up a new text, and debate on what to say. Maybe a simple hi or a funny reference to last night. Or the awkward 'um is this Greyson? '

I sigh and look in my mirror. I don't have my glasses on. I don't remember taking them off.

I jog to my bed and dig around in my covers. I can't find them!

"Where are you?" I grumble to myself. If I broke them in my sleep my parents will kill me.

I shuffle over to my desk trying to remember. The last thing I remember from last night was Greyson picking me up and setting me on my bed. I feel my cheeks warm from the memory.

Okay you can think about that later Ginger, I think to myself. I glance down at my phone. Sitting perfectly folded a few inches away are my glasses. I slap my hand to my forehead. I slide them on and sigh from relief.

Greyson must have taken them off for me, thankfully. He is so sweet, I think and my cheeks burn again.

'to: Greyson

Thanks so much for taking my glasses off :) My 'rents would have killed me if they broke!'

I press send, and slide my phone into my pj pocket.

I jog down the stairs,and breathe in the delicious scent of bacon. Every Sunday morning my dad cooks eggs, bacon, sausage, and hashbrowns. It's like a tradition.

"Smells good," I say estasticly. My mom is sitting at the dining room table still in her work outfit from the night before. She puts a finger up to her lips signalling me to be quiet.

I glance at my dad who is on the phone, nodding his head vigorously.

I quietly walk over to Tom who is sitting on the couch.

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