I could barely sleep last night thinking about what had just happened wondering what was going to happen. I managed to drag myself out of bed, it was 9:00. Suddenly remembering I was hanging out with Peter that day I called Naomi "Naomi! What do I wear? How do I do my hair? What's gonna happen? What do I do?" She chuckled. "Naomi this is not funny! I'm meeting Peter in 3 hours and I have no idea what to do!" "Just be yourself." She said trying to sound wistful. "Now is not the time for love yourself crap. Help me!" "Bryn why does Peter like you?" She asked completely off topic. "He doesn't like me." I responded. She sighed. "But theoretically if he did, why would he?" "Because I'm skinny? Blonde?" "No." "He likes you because you are you. And weren't you listening to Jonathan last night? He does like you. So stop being a sad sack, put those nice leggings on, and that nice tank top you love, make whatever your doing look natural, and remember, don't try to hard. Or else it'll be awkward. Now, have fun. And brush your teeth." "Bye Naomi," I said sighing. "Bye Izzie," she said hanging up, I picked out the outfit she suggested and had a shower, dried my hair, put my usual mascara on but added some eyeliner to go along with it, I ate breakfast, brushed my teeth. And sat on my bed, the butterflies tingling in my stomach, I had a 1/2 hour to kill before I was supposed to walk to the park to meet him. All of a sudden I heard a tapping sound on my window. Somebody was throwing rocks at it. I pulled it open ready to yell at the kids to leave, but instead I found Grayson. "What are you doing?" I called wondering why he was throwing rocks at my window picturing a scene from Romeo and Juliette. "Can I come in?" He asked, "um...ok," I stated running down to open the door. He stepped in surveying my home. "Here," I said, "what do you need to talk about?" I asked leading him into my bedroom making sure the door was open. Remembering my parents rule. "Wow, you look pretty," he gushed. "Thanks" I said feeling self conscious. "I mean not in a Peter way, I mean. You know what. Forget it." We both laughed at that. "So what can I help you with?" I asked still curious as to why he was at my house. "Oh yeah, um, Peter told me to tell you that you'll need running shoes, or hiking boots." I scrunched my eyebrows together, "I know it's weird. But it'll make sense when you get to the park." Grayson said. I walked into my closet and bent down to get my hiking boots. And I could've sworn he was checking out my ass. "Why couldn't he just text me that?" I asked. "And how did up you get my address?" I inquired. "Peter gave it to me, and he only sent me to take you to where you are going, the place is not actually the park, and he is busy getting it set up, so I'm taking you. Ready?" "Um, yeah I guess." "Good. Um sorry but I have to blindfold you when we get outside. Peters orders." He said smirking. "Alright." I said laughing walking out the door. He placed the blindfold on my and put a helmet on then helped me onto the back of what I thought was an ATV "hold on." He stated and drove off.
