Grayson’s eyes widened, taken aback by her words. He relaxed a second later, his shoulders slumping. “Thank you Jasmine. I..am..I..don’t really know what to say besides thank you.” He laughed nervously.
Outside (O/O closed, stalkers welcome :)
“You’re welcome…” she smiled, her expression relaxing too, “Are you ready to go, then?”
“Yeah, sure. Just..don’t mention any of this to your dad please,” he replied, standing up and resting his hand on the wall.
“Of course not.” She grinned, “I’m just excited for you to meet my brother.”
A small part of her hoped that her dad would catch on, even if she didn’t say anything.
"Me too. Let's go." He grinned back and climbed through the window with ease, offering his hand out to her.
She took his hand and climbed out through the window behind him, “Let’s hope they haven’t noticed I’m gone yet,” she chuckled.
Grayson slid down to the shed and hopped to the ground, smiling over at her. “Parents can be oblivious to a lot of things.”
Jasmine followed his lead, “I just hope they’ll be oblivious this time,” She chuckled and began walking towards her house.
“How are you going to explain me though?” He asked, “I mean, before Tuesday, I didn’t come out of my house.”
She shrugged, glancing up to the sky to think. “I’ll just..um…say you needed to work on homework with me or something. We’re study buddies.”
“Yup..homework. Cause I..go to school.” Grayson muttered, smiling nervously.
“They won’t know the difference..” she climbed the stairs up to her porch.
“Isn’t your dad a detective? Shouldn’t he be able to figure these things out?” Grayson laughed quietly, following her to the porch.
“It’s Fine.” She laughed too, turning the door handle to —hopefully— silently open the door.
Grayson nodded slightly, helping her open the door as quietly as possible.
Jasmine exhaled a great sigh of relief at the sight of her parents not in the living room, “Okay..” she whispered, “My room is upstairs.”
Grayson nodded, looking around her house while following her towards the stairs. It feels like an actual..home.. he thought, noticing the family pictures and artwork hung up.
She took his hand to practically drag him upstairs to her room. Her door was already half open from leaving it like that before she even left. She closed the door behind them, less quietly than she did with the front door.
Grayson followed behind her, slightly shocked when she grabbed his hand. “Well..” he sighed quietly. “We made it.”
She sank down in her bed, “Indeed.” She grinned, “You can sit wherever, I’ll start working on homework to keep our story straight,” she chuckled.
Her dad lightly knocked on her door, “Jass? Who are you talking to?”
Grayson nodded and settled himself on the floor next to the bed, looking over at Jasmine nervously when her dad knocked.
Jasmine swallowed, “Ah..just a study partner, Dad.”
He opened the door with his good hand, the other was covered by his sweater sleeve, but his hand was mechanic, a prosthetic. He raised an eyebrow to Grayson.
Grayson smiled innocently up at him, giving a small wave. “Nice to meet you,” he said quietly.
Her dad waved back, over and rested on the doorknob. He looked back to Jasmine, “You didn’t tell us about a study partner coming over. Plus, you’re grounded.”
Jasmine shrank, “I know..and I’m sorry, he just…needed to get out of the house..?” She smiled sheepishly.
Her dad pinched the bridge of his nose then looked back to Grayson as he let his arm fall to his side, “What happened to your forehead, son?”
(Tired DadTM)
“Oh..I just tripped. The sidewalk is uneven near my house, it’s fine.” Grayson replied quickly.
(Absolutely lol)
He clearly didn’t believe the whole story, but didn’t ask much more about it. He only tipped his chin up a smidge and hmed, “What time do you need to be home?” He had dark circles under his eyes.
(Lmao)
“8:45..9..doesn’t really matter..” Grayson replied with a small shrug.
He checked his watch, “M’kay…I guess I’ll leave you to it then.” He grumbled and turned to leave. He stopped to point at Jasmine, “The door stays open.”
Grayson waited until her dad had gone back downstairs before setting his head in his hands with a sigh. “I’m such a bad liar.” He whispered to himself.
“It’s fine, he didn’t seem to care,” she shrugged. “I feel bad for him, my Mom-Mom drives him in circles until he goes mad,” she sighed, “She’s a lawyer and won’t let anything go.”