A/N: I making this chapter very short, sorry about that. But the next will be the beginning of the investigation. I just got lots to do today, and I wasn't even going to write a chapter! Enjoy and please review!!
Chapter eight:
(Wayne's POV)
I lay in Gerald's bed, unable to fall asleep. The poster of a swimsuit model taped to the ceiling only made me more uncomfortable. The room was covered in posters, women, football, and bands. There was a large bookcase filled with different trophies and awards. The whole room made me feel as if Gerald was glaring at me, but through the eyes of the different people on the walls. I had to get out of here. As I got off the bed carefully, it made a slow grunting noise, feeling the weight of my body being lifted off. I tried to make my way out of the bedroom as quietly as possible, not trying to wake anyone up and find out were I was heading. The door clicked shut as I closed it, and I made my way down the hall. The old wooden floors creaked quietly under my feet and grew louder as I tried to get to Grace's room as quickly as possible. I opened her door slowly, trying not to disturb her as she slept. When I finally closed the door soundlessly, I turned and saw Grace propped up on her bed. She wore an oversized t-shirt, showing her bare white legs in the moonlight. I walked over and sat next to her on the bed.
"Did I wake you?" I asked her tired face.
"No, I couldn't fall asleep." She replied.
She shifted to her side, and moved the blanket to make room for me. I crept slowly under the covers and slung an arm over her protectively. My face was on her hair, smelling her lovely flowery perfume. She moved slightly, pressing her back closer to my front. I kissed her head and closed my eyes; hoping sleep would take over me.
An hour had passed, and I still couldn't make myself sleep. Grace seemed to be asleep, but I could never be sure if she was.
"Grace." I whispered, trying not to wake her if she really was asleep.
"Yeah." She whispered back.
"I can't fall asleep."
"Me either." She complained.
She turned around until we were face to face, our heads an inch away from the other.
"You know what we could do if we can't fall asleep." I said seductively. I began to kiss her, gently at first, but then fiercer and more eager. She kissed me back, as excited as I began to be.
"We can't." she said, her voice undecided.
"We'll make to much noise, you with all your yelling." She said smiling.
"Me, you're the one who makes more noise than me. I'm the quietest." I said teasingly.
I kissed her neck a little bit, upset that we couldn't do anything, being stuck at her dad's house. She pushed me a bit and wrapped her arms around me. We laid there in silence, holding each other, unmoving. I could feel something wet on my skin, and looked down to see a bit of water trickling down my chest. I pushed Grace away from me and saw tears streaming down her face.
"Why are you crying?" I said hugging her, and brushing her hair back.
"I jjjust keeeeep seeing Sttttacey in my hhhead, layiiiing thhhhere dead oooon thhhe gggground." She said bursting into a whole new set of tears. I tried to comfort her, and tell her things to calm her, but she kept crying. I knew how she hated to show her true feelings to me, or anyone, and how hard this must be for her. She looked up at me, with a look I knew so well.
"Don't worry." I said kissing the tears on her cheeks getting them to vanish off her beautiful face.
"What was the charm bracelet you had been looking at in the forest?" I said in a soothing voice.
"In sophomore year, we decided to get the same bracelet, and add charms to the different things that we did together. There was ice skating, horseback riding, swimming, fishing, hunting-"
"Wait, you know how to hunt?" I said surprised.
"Oh ya, everyone around here was taught by there dad's when they were probably ten years old. It's a tradition. That's how I first learned to use a gun, well a shot gun." She said, acting like a bit of a show-off.
She cracked a smile, the tears dried up and hidden behind her clear eyes. I gave her a long smooch and pulled away slowly.
"We need to get some sleep." I said
"I don't want to sleep." She whined like a three year old.
"Well try." I said. And with that we laid together, arms around each other falling asleep with the clear moon looking at us through the window.
But what we didn't know was that in the next room, a blonde haired man listening to our conversation with a glass cup propped on the wall, his ear pushed onto it, smiling devilishly.