"What's up?" He wipes the beads of sweat off of his forehead, tossing his hat carelessly as he walks through the door. It lands perfectly on the corner of one of their kitchen chairs, like a hoop during ring toss. Gray's skin is littered with mosquito bites, a nice reminder on why he hates these humid summer evenings.

His grandfather looks up from his workstation. "You're back from Claire's early."

"She couldn't really train properly with her leg still like that… and plus, Ann's hanging out with her tonight."

"Ah." Saibara nods. "Doug mentioned that to me."

Gray makes a face, reaching into their cupboard for a bowl. The only clean one they've got right now has a chip on the rim, likely from when he put it in the dishwasher too aggressively. "Your cheap ass went to the inn? Since when do you like to spend money?"

His grandfather stares at him. "Just 'cause no one likes you, doesn't mean people don't like me. Doug's a good friend of mine, and I try to see him often."

"Amazing... I'm so glad you guys chill," says Gray, rifling through their minimal selection of cereal. Did they still not restock on Cinnamon Toast Crunch? "I'm finishing the Frosted Flakes off, if that's alright."

Saibara ignores him, continuing on with what he is sure will turn in to a lecture. "And that was part of the reason why I didn't like seeing his daughter in your bed, under this roof."

He shrugs while keeping an I-could-give-less-of-a-shit attitude, grabbing a spoon and some milk to pour from the fridge. "Oh well, she's not there anymore." Walking over to the workstation table while clutching his bowl, he stops dead in his tracks. "Whoa," says Gray, mouth full of cereal. On his grandfather's desk is a pink diamond, crystal-like and glistening, buried inside the heart-shaped perimeter of a golden prong encasing. It looks like that expensive necklace the redhead wears in Titanic… the one that she drops off the ship like it's nobody's friggin' business. "Where'd you get this?"

"The mines," his grandfather says, as Gray puts his cereal down. "It's worth more than ten thousand bucks, and you're not to fricken' touch it. You don't wanna know how long it took to find that."

"Jesus Christ," mutters Gray, touching it anyway. It's cool in his palm, hard and heavy like a diamond should be, the crevices of the heart gleaming in the light. "Gramps, you coulda told me to go to the mines, I'd have gone."

"Doug came along."

"What I'm saying is I could have gone instead."

"And who would you bring to go with you? Kai? That blubbering mess?" Saibara peers around the room. "Where is he anyway, tonight?"

"Figuring some shit out." His friend has apparently been wrestling with a very stupid idea since the night of Claire's accident, and Gray would rather not discuss the details behind this issue right now. Instead, he opens up a drawer on his work desk, the earrings that he crafted for Claire staring back at him. He actually smiles to himself; he used a ruby gem as the basis for them, the colour deep like blood and cut into a sparkling halo shape. "Check it out. He came last time with me to find this. And he only cried twice 'cause they look like Popuri's eyes." He frowns, placing the jewelry down to grab his bowl once again. "You're too old to go into the mines alone, y'know."

"I didn't go alone. I told you, Doug came along. You know, it's really difficult to not mention the fact that you're sleeping with his daughter."

"Past tense; slept with his daughter," Gray corrects smugly, dipping his bowl back to finish the milk. He's holding it with his undamaged, non-dominant hand, trying to keep it steady. "Second, how the hell was it difficult to not mention? Like... just don't mention it. Duh."

"You sound like Claire," says Saibara. And he's right: duh is a complete staple in her vocabulary. Jesus, has he been around her long enough to have her phrases slipping into his own dialogue? "Also, I hope you don't got her in that same compromised position."

Gray sets his empty bowl down sharply. "First of all, she's practicing a vow of… whatever the hell it's called when you can't have sex. Second, we're not even together."

"You should bring her around here more often. I like her." His grandfather catches another glance at the earrings on his desk. "Are those for her?"

"Yeah, birthday gift. Looks good, huh?"

He scowls. "Why a ruby? It's outdated and cheap."

"It isn't cheap; it's inexpensive. And she likes red. Plus, if I ended up finding some kinda diamond in the mines, it'd cost a fortune just to make into jewelry, since you need those lux encasings to go around it. That's bougie as shit and not her at all." He nods toward the pink diamond heart. "Who the hell had the money to spend on that?"

Saibara inspects the ruby, pointing to a crevice on one side. "There's an indent you didn't fasten down yet here."

"I'm getting to it."

"Take pride in what you do, Grayson. Remember where you started from."

Jesus. Alright, Mufasa. He hasn't had the chance to fix it yet, but he's obviously not going to hand them to Claire without refining them flawlessly. "Whatever. You think she'll like 'em?"

"I just think you should make them as perfect as they can be… that's all."

The hell?

Gray nods toward the pink diamond again. Who the hell had the money to spend on just this? "You didn't ask for my help on it."

"I didn't want your help," says Saibara. "It's a custom-order necklace, and you'd only slow me down."

"Chillax. Seriously, who the hell's Rockefeller over here ordering this? How much didja charge in total?"

He sighs. "25k just to find the damn thing… 10 for the shaping and construction of it, and 20 to create it into a necklace."

"Jesus! What idiot spent that kinda cash?" Gray lifts it in his hand, inspecting the diamond on a closer level. He's impressed with his grandfather's work, no doubt, but not impressed with the moron that dropped fifty-five thousand dollars on one piece of jewelry. It's like those shooters that drove around in Chicago, flaunting their new Mercedes Benz' before it'd get stolen or keyed. To start, they looked like ugly, old man cars. Second, it was a total waste of money, in his opinion. Third, it was like, a hundred dollars for a simple oil change; imagine what a break service would cost! No thanks. He'd take his dad's '94 greige Toyota Camry any day.

Okay, maybe not. That car was shit on wheels, but hey.

"Give me that," Saibara says, trying to snatch the diamond back. "Grayson."

"What the hell? I'm not gonna drop it."

"Just give it to me. It's due in three days and I don't need you ruining it."

Three days?

Jesus.

Gray deadpans. His thumb hovers over an etching that he didn't notice before; the words MINE staring right back at him, engraved in one side of the prongs. "Gramps, who's it for?"

"I dunno… my old age is makin' me forget now-"

He clenches his jaw. "Would you just tell me?"

Saibara sighs again. "The doctor ordered it… that's his gift to Claire for her birthday."

It feels like he's punched Gray in the gut. "Well, why the fuck did you agree to do it?!"

He looks at him in disbelief. Is Gray really being that ludicrous?

HELL NO!

"We could really use the money, son. Why do you think I haven't restocked on shit as simple as our cereal in the house, yet?" Beneath his bushy, white brows, Saibara's blue eyes soften with despondency. "I can't just turn down a customer because… because of everything that's gone on, and still's goin' on. And I didn't want you to work on the order and think that it's better than your gift, just 'cause it costs more."

But it is better than his gift; it puts his gift to shame. It's like a brand new Corvette compared to a shitty, beat-up old Toyota. It's like performing at a talent show, and realizing that Freddie Mercury is on right before you.

Fuck's sake fuck's sake fuck's sake fuck's sake.

WHY?!


Popuri gets her period two days before Claire's birthday. She is awakened to a Japanese flag embedded into her white sheets, as horrifying as this sounds, and while completely shocked, she still cries happy tears.

It's obligatory of her to go by the Snack-Shack and let Kai know this immediately. A wave of long-overdue relief washes over his face, but when he reaches forward to hug her, the palm of Popuri's hand collides against the bone of his sternum. A nail to his metaphoric coffin, if you will.

Kai has been teetering back and forth since last week with his decision, but the inability to ever hold her again is what makes up his mind fully at this point.


"A toast, to two bad bitches' coming of age," says Karen gleefully, holding up her slice of pizza as though it's some sort of chalice and not a carb-filled treat. "To Claire, who's nearly an adult, and to Popuri, who learned the importance of always having a back-up method… in life."

Claire laughs, hugging Popuri. "Wait, what did Kai say to you again?"

She snorts. "He reached over to hug me, and I stopped him. I was like: 'Sorry, but this doesn't change a thing.'"

"Wow," says Karen. "Imagine behaving so jaw-droppingly immature, rather than swallowing your pride to work this shit out together."

"Ugh, Kare!"

"What? You know I don't sugarcoat jack shit."

Popuri sets her untouched slice of pizza down, leaning back on the couch with a huff. "Let's just talk about something else. I dunno how to even feel about Kai right now. He's been acting totally different."

"But he was so sad, Pope," Claire explains, staring at that spot on her floor where Kai cried an honest-to-God river of tears one night.

Karen scoffs. "And hello? You have been acting different around him!"

Popuri makes a face, rubbing her lower stomach to ease those God-given period cramps. "I thought I had his embryo in my stomach."

"First of all, you mean uterus. Second of all, it woulda been both of your embryos. Talk about adorbs."

"KAREN."

She holds up her hands, grinning. "Joking! I'm just tryna lighten the mood now that we know you're not with child." She purses her full lips. "And I'm with you on that one. 'Cause your brother has not been initiating me with the baby-making department, lately."

"Eww, Karen. Take my pizza… I've suddenly lost my appetite."

Claire frowns. "I thought you guys were trying to… make said baby."

Karen rolls her eyes. "You'd think when I say 'let's do this,' he'd be ready to jump my bones. But, nooo. Rick's all anal 'cause Rod's coming home." She bites into Popuri's slice of pizza, her mossy eyes twinkling. "Jeez, this pizza fricken' slaps, Claire."

She grins. "Thanks."

Popuri shudders. "Listen, no more telling me about yours and my brother's sex life. It's totally gross!"

"Kay, plug your ears so that I can tell Claire about it."

Claire doesn't exactly wanna listen to the dirty details either, though. Thankfully, there's a knock at her door.

"Yay!" exclaims Popuri and Claire, clapping their hands in glee. Popuri doubles over on her stomach though, still reeling in the cramps.

"Ann's here… so now you can both spend the night bitching at each other instead."

Karen just sighs, stacking two pizzas on top of each other to eat. She's nearly as tall as Gray or Rick, with the same kind of fast metabolism that lets her consume whatever she wants without putting on a single ounce of fat, meaning that she always looks bomb. Claire used to have a hard time gaining weight in high school, but has come to terms with the fact that her digestion is definitely starting to slow down with the older that she gets. And honestly, it isn't a bad thing at all.

She runs to the door, readying her: "I'M WEARING PANTS, I SWEAR!" statement. When can she just go back to longer shorts? Her thigh's beginning to heal properly, regardless. "Oh," Claire says, surprised. "Hi, Mary."

Mary frowns on the other side of the door. "How's your leg? That book you checked out is overdue by three days now, FYI."

Claire grins sheepishly. "Whoops. Come in! We're gonna watch a movie."

Karen and Popuri peek their heads out. "Dirty Dancing or Sleepless in Seattle," Karen clarifies.

"Both of which will undoubtedly make me cry," adds Claire.

"Me too," chimes in Popuri. "Hooray for periods." She pauses. "Which I'll never, ever, ever take for granted again."

Mary shakes her head. "Ah, no."

"No what?"

"No, as in no, I cannot."

"Oh, c'mon! It'll be fun," Claire says, taking her hand.

"Will Ann be joining us?" Mary asks, withdrawing herself away.

Crap. Totally forgot about that feud for a sec there. Claire drums her fingers on the door handle. "Well, yes."

"Then evidently, it will not be fun."

"But it's a girl's night! Everyone's coming."

"Is Elli?"

"She has to watch Stu," Karen says.

"Then evidently, not everyone-"

"My God, Mary, in or out? Pick one!" snaps Popuri. She makes a face. "Ugh, sorry. I hate PMS."

"Isn't PMS before your period?" whispers Karen.

Claire shakes her head. "Stay awhile," she says. "Make yourself at home."

"Claire's also curious as to why you and Ann hate each other," says Karen.

"Karen!"

Mary glares, crossing her arms over her chest. "Is it any of your business?"

"It just sucks that you two don't get along."

Mary motions Claire outside, reaching her arm out to close the door behind her. "Look, my mother did everything… everything for Ann's family," she says haughtily. "You know she's named after my mom?"

Claire widens her eyes as a few mosquitos land on her bare legs, biting into her skin. "She is?"

"Of course. My mother told me that. She and Ann's mom were best friends… and then she got completely betrayed."

"How?"

Mary adjusts her glasses, squinting at Claire. "Why does any of this matter to you?"

"Look, it doesn't keep me up at night or anything like that, but you guys really seem to hate each other."

"Yeah, well that's what happens when someone's mother tries to steal my dad away."

"What?!"

"I need to get home to my mom. She's waiting for me." Mary arches her brow. "Bring the book back as soon as you can... It's been swell."

"Do you want to at least come by for my birthday in two days?" Claire begins to ask. But Mary's already kept her head down, making her way out of sight.

Ann bursts in the pathway of her farm not even a minute later, waving her arms. "UGH! Guess who I just ran into!" She pulls her eyelid down with her middle finger. "What the hell was she doing here?"

Claire shakes her head, opening the door to her house for them. Maybe Carrie is the more appropriate movie tonight, given that Mary seems to do whatever her mother wants.

How truthful is this story? There's clearly a lot more sleuthing to be done.


Gray figures if he performs before Freddie Mercury, it'll save his ass. His gift will be better in the fleeting time beforereceiving The Heart of the Bullshit (he's dubbed the necklace this, since the Titanic one was called the Heart of the Ocean… whatever, he thinks it's clever and that's what really matters here). He saw that Trent had picked up the necklace the morning before Claire's birthday, when Gray was on his early run. So after work is over that day… when he finishes talking to Kai, he goes over her house as the evening sets.

He's not sure what will come of giving her this gift early: she'll see the earrings and decide then and there that he's always been the one for her? She's not materialistic like that at all, but he's kinda hoping they'll help her come to a realization.

Gray discreetly makes his way to her front door, but finds himself staring through her side window. In the darkness, he can see that cockshit, kissing Claire on her couch. Trent's hands find their way under her shirt, dipping low and pressing against her intimate skin, to which she arches her back ever so slightly away. Their mouths are still combined, but she's uncomfortable. Gray's not paranoid, and he isn't just imagining things; she's fucking uncomfortable. She breaks their kiss, pulling back to excuse herself as she pushes a hand through her hair, walking over to her bathroom unsteadily.

The Heart of the Bullshit dangles from her chest, where Trent must have unbuttoned her flannel top… where a peek of her bra shows. He ducks as Trent takes this opportunity to rise by the window, smirking as he shuts the blinds.

And Gray wishes that he were returning home empty-handed.


His grandfather gives him the day off to go by Claire's earlier the next day. She's cleaning her house before everyone comes over that night, and her face brightens instantly when he wishes her a happy birthday upon her answering door. Gray hands her the earrings, prepared in a nice box that he wrapped. Her eyes light up as she opens it.

"Oh, my gosh, Gray, they're beautiful! Thank you so much!" She flashes him a dazzling smile, throwing her arms around him. "Holy smokes, this must've taken you forever!"

Claire feels so small in his arms. Gray holds her against him, his hand over her back as he dips his head low into her shoulder. Her brown sugar fragrance is intoxicating in his nostrils. "It's nothing."

"This is such an amazing gift. You didn't have to do this at all." She releases him from her hug, guiding him inside as her eyes shimmer. Maggie paws at the both of them, barking until Gray lifts her up. "You're so talented with your hands."

A dirty joke bites back on his tongue, but he keeps quiet instead, merely scratching Maggie behind her ears because there really isn't much else to say right now. Oftentimes, he finds himself mesmerized just in the little things that Claire does. In the way she tilts her head, puts her hand on her heart, fixes her hair, mindless actions that she does which make him fall in love with her over and over again. Right now, she's removing the little silver hearts from her earlobes, replacing them with the halo-shaped earrings that he's crafted for her. Her fingers run along the side of her cheek as she admires them, before grabbing a few of those butterfly clips that she adores to reveal them better by twisting her bangs back.

Claire turns from her mirror to look up at him, her eyes glistening. "Oh, wow, I love them!"

He shakes his head, handing Maggie over to her. "Don't cry. You're eighteen now… can't have none of that crap."

She sniffles. "I'm always gonna cry, though. I can't help it."

"No shit."

She bends down to place Maggie down, throwing her arms around him once again like she's holding on for dear life. Even though she's got on the Heart of the Bullshit, she's also wearing his pin, and he suddenly doesn't mind. "Gray, thank you," she says quietly. "Thank you for being you. Always… even when I totally hate it."

And he's never wanted someone so bad in his whole life, not like this. He wants her in the manner that he's not supposed to have her; in the unapologetic, most unreserved kinds of ways.

He wants to tell her everything.

Claire must feel how tense he is, because she looks up, releasing him as he lets go of her immediately. "What's wrong? You look like you something bad to tell me!"

Oh, it's bad alright.

Kai thankfully emerges at her door without knocking, nodding at the two of them. "Fashionably late," he says, missing that signature charm he's always got. He's also painstakingly early. He tosses her an unwrapped, brand-new, still-in-the-box disposable camera. "This Kodak's for you. My mom works there back in Chicago… she hooked me up."

"Kai!" Claire exclaims. "Thank you, but what the heck?! All I got for your birthday was a new frying pan and some Hawaiian pizza!"

"Nastiest shit ever," says Gray.

Kai shrugs. "Well, you deserve it, Claire. You've helped me a lot." He gives a small smile. "Here, open it. I'll take a picture of you guys right now."

Claire tears open the packaging without any precision, excitedly handing the camera off to him. She steps back, grinning, before turning to face Gray with a stare. "Are you gonna smile?" she asks, pointing at him.

"Probably not," he tells her.

Kai snaps a picture of this, the flash buzzing on both of their side profiles. "Look, a candid where you're both about to start bitching at each other," he remarks. "Now smile, damn it."

And Gray just shakes his head, grinning slowly as Claire holds a peace sign out next to him. He used to do that hand symbol, too… only over his mouth with his tongue out, when he and Kai thought that they were the coolest individuals on the planet. The two of them really thought that this pose let the world know that they got girls on the regular… even though it just helped to affirm their classmates' beliefs that they were merely immature virgins.

"I know what you're thinking," says Kai, reading his mind after he's snapped the photo.

Claire arches her brow. "Huh?"

"You wouldn't get it, Blondie."

"I bet I would."

"Oh, I bet you would not," muses Kai, snapping another candid picture of them. "Jeez, you know, I think you blinked. I don't wanna waste all of your film, but try for one more."

"Here," says Claire, taking the camera and motioning for Kai to come beside them. She extends it out, but seeing as though her arms are the shortest, Gray holds it, flipping it around as he snaps a picture of the three of them smiling and sandwiched together.

Claire rubs at her bleary eyes, blinking quickly to get the flash damage out of her sight. She looks up at him. "Hey… what is it that you wanted to tell me?"

Gray shrugs, barely concealing a smile. "Just… happy birthday, Blondie."


Her party goes off without a hitch. It's not even a party, really; it's everyone sitting around laughing as Claire blasts 80's music from her shitty CD player. Kai says that he's taken the role of Henri Carter Bresson, snapping photos that likely aren't turning out very good: of Karen hugging Claire tight, of her, Ann and Popuri with red solo cups full of iced tea, of Gray just… there, happy to be around her. Trent arrives late, bringing an old Taboo game that he borrowed off of Stu, when he went to check in on a sick Elli. Ann and Cliff are both God-awful at it, though not as bad as Claire is with Gray.

They're on the final round. His word is: mistake. "Okay, if I fuck up, I made…"

Claire frowns. "You made me mad?"

"No! Like, if I did something wrong-"

Popuri squeezes the excruciatingly annoying buzzer. "Can't say 'wrong.'"

"Goddamnit."

"Gray! We're at negative six points now!"

"Jesus."

"Holy shit, that means we're gonna win by default!" Ann cheers, high-fiving Cliff.

"And we only had one point," he says with a laugh.

"I bet we'd be good at it," says Trent, kissing Claire's cheek. "Why not try?"

Their points go from zero to stacked, and the two of them are kicking Karen and Rick's sorry asses in half.

"You get the word 'acupuncture,' but you don't get 'mistake?'" Gray mutters.

"YOU are the reason we lost… not me!" Claire replies with a laugh.

Trent pats her hand. "It's just that you understand me, is all."

Gray did not only lose the game, but he's about to lose his lunch right now. It's almost making all of the party pizzas that she baked with Ann inedible.

Well, almost.

"Something you do after sex!" Karen shouts, waiting for Rick to get the answer. She repeatedly taps the table, clutching the flimsy card in her hand. "C'MON!"

"Hell, I dunno. Cry?"

"You cry after sex?" Gray barks out a laugh at Rick, mid pizza bite.

"What's wrong with crying after sex?" Claire asks, at the same time that Cliff says this, bursting out into snickers. Is this a painful coincidence, or two virgins with telepathic communication? Gray isn't sure.

"Jesus, the word was sleep."

"Why didn't you say bed, or night, or nap?" Rick scowls.

Karen holds up the card in his face, shoving it over. "Those were all words that I couldn't say!"

Popuri presses the buzzer, the frustrating "nu-uh" sound eliciting from it a hundred times, laughing. She looks over at Kai, who is staring at the box that the game came in, rotating the camera over and over in his hands. Normally, he's always got a comment for this kind of shit. Lately, that's not the case.

Gray is the only one who knows the reasoning behind his silence.

Trent tells Claire that he's grown tired (like a goddamn old man; it's only 11 o'clock. My own grandfather stays awake later than this). But, she requests that Kai take a photograph of the two of them. Her boyfriend is initially reluctant, and Gray wonders if the work that he's had done on his face will shine through in pictures, but quickly says that he'll do anything for her (there goes my lunch again). Sitting, he pulls her backward on his lap, making eye contact with Gray before his hand snakes its way under the hemline of her dress, and over the top of her undamaged thigh. Claire just presses her face against Trent's stoic one, arms wrapped around him as she smiles.

Doctor McShithead readies himself to leave, but Cliff pulls him aside to question him about this thing that he's got on the back of his heel. It's pretty comical, if Gray's being honest.

"Let's do a Pornstar together!" Claire tells him, as Ann begins drizzling the liquor into some shot glasses. "This'll be my one drink for the night." She cheers' her glass to his, and they smile at each other before downing it back. Kai snaps a picture of this, too.

"Ah, my eyes!" she says, rubbing them again.

"Whoops," says Kai. "Slippery fingers."

His best wingman. What's Gray ever gonna do without him around?

"Hey, I want a Slippery Nipple," remarks Ann, her eyes sparkling.

Gray just grabs an entire bottle of vodka from her, shrugging. "This is mine for the night."

Kai shakes his head, removing the bottle from Gray's hands to set aside on her kitchen counter. He takes Claire's arm. "Can you come here a sec?"

Guess it's time.

She just nods all confused, following him outside.


Popuri's right: Kai's been acting totally forlorn and weird lately. Not overtly emotional and bawling like he's been doing all season, but just… strange. Almost as though he's commiserating toward himself.

"Claire, thank you for opening your home up to me during this very difficult time."

"Kai!" she laughs, rubbing her arms against the cool, summer night. Fall is coming sooner than she'd like. "Why're you being so formal? It was nothing! I hope you don't think I hated having you around or anything."

"Well, the camera I got you is for you to remember me by."

Claire frowns. "What?"

"I'm moving back home when the summer ends."

She looks like he's just told her that he plans to start doing crack or something. Her eyes become massive saucers. "WHAT!? Kai, what are you talking about?"

He dejectedly looks off. The sky is painted with millions of little twinkling stars, and the crescent moon looms over above them. "There's nothing left for me here."

Claire scrunches her face up, trying hard not to cry. Goodbyes always suck, and this one really is no exception. It shouldn't even be happening… not to mention, she's awful at coming to terms with them. "Why would you say that? There's your Snack-Shack, and hanging out with me and Gray, and-"

"And what, Claire? And Popuri?"

She stays silent, and he just removes his bandana, running a hand through his untamed curls. "I gotta re-find myself… I was only ever supposed to be here one summer. I stayed because of Gray… because he needed somebody after his mom died… and then I needed Popuri after that. But, now-"

Claire swipes at her eyes. "But, now what?"

"But, now I got nothing... I got nothing. I'm going home… but, I just wanted to thank you. For being there for me, for hearing me out."

"Who knows this?"

"Just Gray. I'm probably gonna tell Karen tomorrow, and then she can relay the message to Popuri-"

"Kai, how can you tell all of these people before you tell her?!"

"She's not talkin' to me. What am I supposed to do?"

Claire shakes her head. Kai not being around is going to feel so bizarre… and it's going to affect Gray's loneliness even further. Is that another reason why he's been so miserable all week? "That's insane."

He just ignores this statement of bewilderment, hugging her. "Thank you, Claire."

"Kai-"

"Popuri doesn't want me anymore… and if she doesn't want me anymore, then what's the point of staying here? I told you, I got nothing left. I'm gone."


"What the heck," mumbles Popuri, staring out the window. She's not the jealous type, honest, but seriously, what are Kai and Claire talking about so privately outside? And why is he hugging her?

"Don't," Gray says, standing beside her. He takes a swig of the vodka, watching as Trent grabs his coat to leave. He turns his attention back to Popuri. "It's all very friggin' complicated."


A/N: Gray doesn't like Titanic, or old Toyotas, or brand new Benz's. I'm pretty indifferent to all three haha. :b Also, I'm a fkn FIEND at Taboo LMAO IT'S THE ONLY PARTY GAME I TRULY ENJOY