GRAYSON'S PERSPECTIVE:
I went back home to sleep, but I couldn't close my eyes for a second.
I kept overthinking the whole night, until I saw the sunlight, then I got into my car driving to the hospital.
Jessy shouldn't have left me by myself last night, if she really loves me she would have stayed next to me, even if her dad wanted her home, she's not a good one, she would've sneaked out of the house to come back.
I put the car in the hospital's parking lot, and got down with our favourite, pinapple pizza in my hand.
I look inside the ICU room that I left him in last night, he's not there.
My heartbeat speeds up, and my hand drops the pizza on the floor.
I pull my hair out, thinking, then I run to Naya when I saw her getting out of the other room, crying.
"Where is he?!", I yell, asking, shaking her shoulders. She rubs her eye, then I notice that her eyes are blood-red.
"Please, tell me that he didn't pass out. Naya, please", I get on my knees, crying, and begging her.
She widens her eyes at me, and raises her eyebrows.
"He didn't!", she yells at me, then gets on her knees, sighing.
"Please, stop overthinking, both of us are just exaggerating. Grayson, thoughts like these can kill, we have to be positive. Let's do it for him", she smiles, crying.
Nothing is more beautiful than her face when she smiles, and cries all together. Maybe a smile can't light up a world, but her smile lights my entire life up.
"Alright", I smile back, nodding my head, I get up, and she wipes her tears. I take her hand, pulling her up.
"I brought pizza, but dropped it by wrong", I chuckle, she laughs.
"That's what I want to see", I kiss her cheek. She smiles, weirded out.
"Where's your "Jess"?", she asks, then chuckles, shaking her head ironically.
"I really don't know", I shake my head.
"Poor, lover boy", she pouts her lips, making fun of me.
"Shush", I put my finger on her lips, she twists it, glaring at me.
"Do not touch me", she warns, pushing me against the wall.
I raise my hands up in surrender, then she walks to Ethan, pushes his hair up, and kisses his forehead, caressing her hand on it.
I watch her as she cares about him more than she did care about me.
"You care about him.. a lot", I blurt out.
"I always care", she rolls her eyes, still looking at him.
"You bawled your eyes out for him", I come next to her, looking at him.
She looks at me, not knowing what to say, but I feel her eyes spitting on me.
"I've been crying my eyes for both of you, and when I cry once, I remember everything, then I cry a lot. It doesn't mean that I care about him more than I cared about you, it's just because I love him, and he appreciates that", she keeps looking at me, and I keep my eyes on Ethan.
"You said it in a past tense, that you cared, which means that you used to", I lean my head to the side, shoving my hands in my pockets.
"Because you don't appreciate anything", she shakes her head.
"I'm sorry, okay?!", I yell at her, she jumps aside.
"Grayson, not now, and not here", she whispers, then looks at Ethan to remind me that we're in a hospital.
I let out a deep, long sigh of frustration, and sadness.
She comes, and stands in front of me, her eyes sparkled when I looked into them, she puts her hands around my neck, about to shed a few tears.
Then someone storms in.
"Gray, baby, I'm so sorry--", Jessy comes in, then stops when she looks at Naya's hands on my neck.
Naya looks down, and turns her face away.
I walk to Jessy, grabbing her hand to drag her outside with me.
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NAYA'S PERSPECTIVE:
I missed his soft skin underneath the tips of my fingers, I missed his gentle touch, I missed his velvet lips, I missed pulling the back of his loose, floppy hair, I missed his chest brushing smoothly against mine, I missed his eyes looking into mine in the way that no one's eyes ever did.
I missed him, utterly.
"Please, stop", I whisper to myself, holding my head.
I'm going insane without any prior notice, thoughts of him can consume.
"Naya", Ethan whispers.
"OH MY GOD!", I yell, slapping my hands on my mouth in a way that made the inner me say "ouch".
He scared the shit out of me, but still made my heart jump, and dance with joy.
I run to stand next to him, I put my hands on his cheeks.
"Ethan", I whisper, looking at his eyes flutter open.
"You look awful", he blinks twice, then smiles weakly.
"All because of you", I smile, sobbing.
"I'm sorry, Naya", his voice cracks.
"Please, don't say anything, just look into my eyes", I hold his head, forcing him to look at me, when his eyes gazed into mine, my heart started to race.
"You're not a dead body with a beating heart anymore", I shake my head, smiling.
"Can you kiss me?", he raises his eyebrows in the weakest way.
I bend down to kiss his cheek, he leans his head to the side, and made my lips crash on his.
His upper lip finds its way to fit perfectly in between my lips.
He puts his hand on my back, pulling me to climb up, and sit on his lap.
"No, you're still tired, you can't do this", I whisper, shaking my head.
He pats on his lap, giving me the forceful eyes.
"Demanding", I narrow my eyes, then I climb up on the bed, sitting on his lap, lifting half of my weight from off him.
"No, relax", he puts his hands on my thighs pushing them down.
He brings my head closer, and kisses my lips, again, we both tasted my salty tears.
His hands grabbed my hair, and mine trailed from his neck down to his chest.
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GRAYSON'S PERSPECTIVE:
"Then if you don't want to be here, just leave", I grunt on my teeth.
"Fine, I'll go. You seem happy with her, so why should I bother?", Jessy glares at me, then walks away.
I close my eyes, putting my hand on the handle, then I turned it.
Then my eyes laid on the ugliest sight; Naya on top of him.
When she saw me, she pushes herself to fall on the floor, then gets up, looking down.
"Ethan?", I look at him.
"You thought I'll die?", he wiggles his eyebrows.
"You're good at acting, bro", I smile.
"Why?", he asks, frowning.
"The second you opened your eyes, you got her on top of you", I clap, still smiling.
"I missed her", he smiles, then looks at her, and winks, biting his lip.
I bang my fist into the wall, then walked out of the room, slamming the door shut.
"Where's the doctor?", I stop a nurse.
"Here, why?", she smiles.
"Ethan just woke up", I say, then she runs away to get the doctor.
I stand by the door, resting my head on the frame of it.
"Grayson", the doctor calls me out, on his way to the room.
"He's up, and fully recovered to kiss a girl hard on the lips, so let him out", I say, irritated.
"I'll just check up on him, and see if he's okay with that", he opens the door, and gets in.
I look into the room with the corner of my eye, Naya's smile has never been wider, it looks beautiful, but it's conquering me.
I clinch my jaw, closing the door behind the doctor, and waited by it.
Then Naya comes out.
"The doctor needs to check up on him, so he said don't come in unless he says so", Naya explains.
I nod looking straight at nothing.
She stands in front of me, blocking my view from looking away by any chance.
"I'm sorry that you had to see that, he forced me to--", I put my hand over her lips, preventing her mouth from spitting nonsense, she gasps.
"I have no word on you", I shake my head. She takes my hand down, and gets surprised, her lips parted.
"Then you're okay with that?", she asks, raising her eyebrows, astonished.
"Yeah", I smirk, pushing her shoulders gently, because she's too close.
"Don't push, I can back off alone", she shrugs my hands off, and walks into the room.
"The doctor didn't say so!", I shout at her, so she could hear me, then I chuckle.
If she wants to play a dirty game, I've played hundreds of them, and most of them are dirtier, I've got nothing to lose, and two can play her stupid, pointless game.
"He needs to get dressed, and then he can get out of here", the doctor tells Naya inside the room.
I walk in, looking at Ethan who is trying to stand up.
"I'll help him", I volunteer, and the doctor walks out, closing the door after him.
"No, you're getting out", Naya smirks, and stands next to Ethan.
"You won't undress him, will you?", I ask, raising my eyebrows at her courage.
"I've seen it all before", she says, quoting me. I remember saying that phrase to her once.
"Right, Ethan?", she looks at him, smiling.
"Yeah, she did see it all", he smirks at her, brushing his nose against hers.
She blushes, chuckles, and does everything that's familiar to me with him, and everything she does to him makes me boil, and gets me over the edge.
"Where did you get my clothes from?", Ethan asks her.
"I took your keys out from your pocket that night, and this midnight I went out, and brought them here.
A gut feeling told me that you'll wake up", she explains, smiling, and looking into his eyes.
"Good girl", he kisses her forehead.
"Grayson?", she calls me out, snapping me back to reality.
"What?!", I ask, yelling, and widening my eyes.
"You see a door, right?", she asks, sarcastically.
"Yeah, it didn't turn into a wall without me noticing, so yeah it's a door still", I narrow my eyes, then roll them up.
"If you still see a door, get out of it", she comes, and opens the door wide.
I glare at her, piercing through her soul on my way out of the door.
She closes it in my face, then locks it.
I bite the bottom of my lip, frustratingly slow, pulling my phone out to call Melissa.
"What happened?!", she asks, exclaiming.
"Come over, he's up, and about to get out of here", I hang up as soon as I'm done with the news.
Ethan with who?, NAYA.
Why not anyone else?, here's Melissa, what's wrong with Melissa?.
Everybody keeps itching to get to the things that I have, while I die to bring them into my life, and die, again, trying to keep them in it.
Everyone's eyes are on me, on the things that I have, on the people that I love.
Why can't they just leave me alone?.
I'm tired of this, of her eyes showing me love, then hate, sympathy, then grudge, compassion, then violence.
I don't know if she wants me, or she is playing her turn just to beat me in the game.
She confuses me.. loads of a lot.
She pushes me away, then holds my hands tight, she glares at me, then kisses my lips, she puts me above her, then gets over me, she cries for me, then cries the same for him, she doesn't know what I want, and I don't know what she's trying to do.
It's like we're in a maze, we both run in the same path without stopping, even though we're tired of that, we keep confusing each other, more, and more, tirelessly.
I hate that, and she hates that, too, but she wants to prove me wrong, and wants the last word to be hers, and wants me whenever she likes, and also doesn't want me whenever she likes.
I'm disturbed by everything, every single thought is a huge problem that can never be resolved.
She won't break me. Nothing can break me unless I let it.
I've split my heart, to love both of them; Naya, and Jessy, but I don't know which one of them deserves to be loved the most.
It was Jessy in the first place, for the whole time, but when Naya crossed me, my fickle-minded heart didn't know what to do, and I'm still clueless.
-Tap on the screen, you see that star thing?, click on it everytime you end a chapter. Thank you!!!.
I got excited when Ethan woke up.. like who didn't.. come on.
I've been on my nerves for a long while I couldn't wait to wake him up in the next chapter, he's the life of the life, he can't stay asleep HAHAHA.