Gray’s POV:
I smiled at their interaction (but mostly at Violeta), watching them exchange words before their attention shifted back to me.
“Me?” I blinked owlishly even though there wasn’t any need to be curious. It wasn’t a surprise Daria wanted to know about the man her sister was dating. “What do you want to know?”
Daria twisted her lips into a thoughtful frown, propping the phone she was calling from up on a surface and moving back so that her wheelchair was in view. "How old are you?"
Gray’s POV:
It took me a few seconds to realize what she was sitting on was a wheelchair. Her sister was either injured and needed a wheelchair for the time being, or she needed it permanently. I didn’t let pity or any other emotion come to my face.
“I’m nineteen,” I answered softly, the smile still present on my features.
"Wait….." Daria squinted at the screen, turning her eyes to me. "He's Gray? The Gray that used to….. make you….. cry?"
Gray’s POV:
I froze. I already knew I’d hurt her badly, but I never knew she used to cry because of me. Because of me, she used to shed tears.
I looked at her, regret present on my features. I’d hurt her that badly, and I didn’t know what to say to her.
The smile instantly dropped from my face. "You can't say things like that, Daria," I said quietly, "And it was a misunderstanding. We sorted things out."
Daria's eyes narrowed a little further, but she nodded, ever the sceptical teenager.
Gray’s POV:
I didn’t blame Daria for being skeptical. If someone made Aria cry, I wouldn’t trust them, either.
“I… didn’t know what I used to say had that much of a negative effect on you,” I muttered, shame filling me up. How could I ever make it up to her for being such an asshole?
I quickly pressed a kiss to Gray's cheek, nestling closer. My sister, watching us, scrunched up her nose at the display of affection.
"It's fine, Gray, honestly. We're past that," I assured him, and Daria, already tired of our flirting, hastened to ask Gray how long we'd been dating for.
Gray’s POV:
“We’ve been dating for a few weeks now,” I replied. On the outside, I tried keeping up a neutral expression but I was furious with myself on the inside. The second the call was over, I was going to shower her with my love.
(wait didn't we skip one week, twice?)
(wait didn't we skip one week, twice?)
(We did? Lemme edit omg)
(I'm like 99% sure)
Daria nodded, her eyes flickering between us. "Right. Has she painted you yet?"
Gray’s POV:
I turned to look at Violeta with a raised eyebrow, not sure if she’d want me to tell her sister that.
“Well, Vy, have you painted me yet?”
A blush rose to my cheeks, one which I attempted to cover with my free hand. "Yeah, I have. There's a second one you haven't seen yet…."
Daria grinned mischievously, the action exposing her braces. "Show me!"
Gray’s POV:
I laughed, bringing my lips close to her cheek and giving it a soft kiss.
“Your sister has spoken, love,” I told her cheekily. “Show her.”
I shoved Gray's chest, cheeks burning, and gave Daria a murderous look. "I'm not showing you!"
She grinned, wiggling her eyebrows. "Why not? Are they erotic?"
Gray’s POV:
I stifled a laugh, but failed.
“That’s definitely something you should show then, Vy~” I teased her, poking her side. “I want to see what else my girlfriend paints.”
I covered my crimson face in my hands before either of them could embarrass me further. "No, they're not erotic!" I protested, voice muffled by my hands. "Gray, forgive my sister for having no filter."
Gray’s POV:
I laughed, holding her close and nuzzling her neck fondly. She was so fun to tease, it was adorable!
“Your sister is cool,” I chuckled, kissing her cheek. “But you'll have to show us, otherwise we’ll just believe you draw erotic things.”
"I hate you both…" I grumbled into my fingers, peeking up at Gray. "I can't show my sister drawings of you!"
"Why not?" Daria chirped, greatly enjoying the moment.
Blushing furiously, I rolled off the bed and approached a small stack of canvases, tugging the bottom one out and tossing it to Gray.
Gray’s POV:
“She’s adorable…” I chuckled to myself, shaking my head as she tossed me the canvas, which I failed to catch. It hit me right on my head. “Hey, hey! Want to kill me this early in our relationship?”
"To be fair, you're ganging up on me with my little sister," I complained, evidently flustered as I sat back down—next to Gray, and not in his lap.
The painting was small, simple, brush strokes creating the image of Gray hugging me from behind, a huge grin on his face.
Gray’s POV:
I laughed, bumping our shoulders together, but decided to be dramatic and pouted.
“I see you like the bed more than my lap, huh?” I crossed my arms, pouting. My eyes then fell on the painting and I think my heart stopped beating for a second.
I still couldn’t get over the way she drew me—so carefree, like I was perfect. Every time I thought of how this must the way she sees me, I love her even more.
Deciding to be a little cheeky to hide the sudden feeling of shyness that came over me, I pulled her in front of me and hugged her from behind, mimicking the grin she painted.
“Daria, is the pose all right?”
Daria burst out laughing, pulling her hair, which was longer and straighter than mine, over one shoulder. “Perfect!” she exclaimed, grin widening when she caught sight of how red my face was.
Gray’s POV:
I grinned wider.
“Great!” I kissed her cheek again, catching her redness on the screen. “You draw beautifully, Vy. I can never get over the feeling of looking at your paintings and seeing how flawless they are.”
I drew my knees up to my chest and pressed the lower half of my face against them, knowing full well that I looked like a tomato. Daria seemed to brighten at Gray’s words… maybe she was finally coming around to him?
I mumbled a tiny thank you, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.
Gray’s POV:
I pulled Violeta over to me, hugging her tightly, smiling fondly at her red face. Gosh, she could really put a tomato to shame, but it was so darn adorable. She was so darn adorable. She would kill me one day, no questions asked.
“So, Daria,” I turned my attention towards the little sister. “How’s your life?”
Daria seemed surprised that he was asking, but I knew her well enough to notice the telltale spark of happiness in her eye. “My life is good, I, uh, turn fifteen in a month. School is good. And….” Her face suddenly became almost as red as mine.
Gray’s POV:
I let a smirk take over my lips.
“Oh? Is the little sister slowly becoming a grown-up now?” I teased. “Tell us, who’s the lucky person?”
I immediately jumped into interrogation mode, removing my still-flushed face from its hiding spot. “Oh my god, what happened? Come on, give us the details!”
It was Daria’s face to groan loudly and hide her face in her hands.
“Was it Thomas?” I demanded, grinning widely.
“No! He was last year’s weird obsession.”
