Greg stayed with Amy that night, putting her to bed after she had cried herself to sleep. Since he was nowhere near tired, he decided to do something useful. He saw that there were dishes in the sink and decided to clean them. While the warm water and soap was running over his hands, he was thinking about what she had told him. He had thought that they had been pretty good friends over the years but after she had moved, they only talked once in a while.
When he was finished, he went into the living room and took a look around. The walls were a soft blue-Amy's choice no doubt-and a black leather couch and love seat. There were few pictures on the fireplace. It looked like a nice, happy couple should live here; not an abused woman and her psycho boyfriend.
He heard a noise from Amy's room and went in to check on her. She was tossing in the white comforter and obviously having a nightmare. He entered the room and sat on the edge of the bed stroking her hair saying, "Amy, Amy, hey it's ok. Wake up." She opened her big blue eyes and looked around the room. "See? It was just a dream." She sat up in the bed and rubbed her face.
"When did I go to sleep? I don't remember it." she said.
"You cried yourself to sleep and you haven't been out for very long. Do you want anything?"
"No, I'm fine. But thank you." She lay back down and in a couple of minutes, she was back to sleep. A long day of almost getting killed can do that to you, I guess, Greg thought.
The next morning when Amy woke up, she didn't hear any turned-down Fuel or the smell of bacon and eggs. He wouldn't just leave me here alone, would he? She got up and went into the living room and then the kitchen to find no Greg. She started to panic when she looked on the table in the kitchen. It was a note from Greg.
Hey, looks who's awake. I'm sorry I'm not there. I had to run to
My house and get a change of clothes. I'm picking up some stuff to make some breakfast with. I'll be back soon.
-Greg
She took a look around the kitchen, noticing for the first time that all the dishes over the past few days that were starting to pile up in the sink were gone. Greg must have cleaned them up. For some reason, the thought brought a smile to her face. She normally had to do the dishes; Luke always said that 'it was a woman's job'. She had never noticed before how sweet Greg was. She heard a noise at the front door and her nerves jumped. Then she heard the door open and Greg's s form came into view with a plastic grocery bag on each arm. "Hey. Are you ok? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"You just scared me. I got your note. Very Greg. So…what are we having for Breakfast?" She said with a smile.
Hey. I know this is sort of short but it's still sweet, right? . I hope ya'll like this chapter. If you have any ideas of where it should go or if you just have comments, review. I need (and love) your feedback. ya'll are great!