Today I messed up my brother's hair and you know what he did? He screamed and went to go find a mirror so he could fix it. :') I'm so proud! I've turned him into my own mini chad!

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WHAT HAVE I DONE?

Zora's POV

"Wake up Zor," Grady said, shaking me awake. "I made breakfast." I opened my eyes. Grady was standing in front of me, holding a stack of pancakes covered in chocolate sauce.

"I fell asleep at your house again?" I asked.

"Actually, you fell asleep in the car, on the way home from the hospital," he corrected me. "I had to carry you into the house and all the way up the stairs."

"Why didn't you wake me up?" I asked. It would have saved him a lot of trouble.

"You looked so cute sleeping,"

"Edward Cullen much?" I joked.

"It's not like I stayed up all night watching you sleep," Grady answered, handing me the pancakes. I ate them while Grady took a shower and then I showered and changed into Grady's clothes so i wouldn't have to put my dress from Thanksgiving back on.

"Maybe I should just leave some of my clothes here since I keep accidentally sleeping over," I suggested while Grady and I did the dishes.

"I don't think that's necessary," he said.

"Oh," I said. "Okay." Did he not like it when I slept over at his house?

"What's wrong?" Grady asked.

"Why don't you like me sleeping her?" I asked.

"Who said that?" he asked, laughing. I could feel my face turning red. Maybe I'd had it all wrong after all. Or maybe he was just covering up.

"It was implied," I said. "You don't want me to leave any clothes here so you must not want me to sleep here."

"There's just not enough room," he told me.

"There was enough room for Keira," I said. Maybe that was it. Maybe he was still love with Keira and he'd broken up with her impulsively because she'd hurt him, but deep down, he wished he'd gone through with the wedding. I should have known. Grady was rich, handsome, famous, sweet, and an amazing cook. He deserved someone much better than me. He deserved someone like Keira with her bleached-blonde hair, barbie-doll figure, tanned skin, and sparkling blue eyes. Sure, she was a bitch, but they were the perfect football player/cheerleader couple. Grady and I were the high school equivilant of a football player dating an art freak or a science nerd. And he deserved a cheerleader.

"I'm going home," I said, setting the dish I was drying on the counter.

"What?" Grady exclaimed. "Wait! Zora! Was it something I said?" I didn't answer. I just got in my car and drove until my tears blurred my vision so much that I had to pull over. How could such a perfect morning have turned into such a nightmare?

Yea, I know I'm stalling. The next chappy is CPOV though! Promise! Peace out suckahs!