CHAPTER 2:

~~Day 1~~

INTRO:

"G'morning" I great them when they get into my car

"You're awfully chirpy" Billie replies

"Yep, hopefully, it's going to be a good day," I say,

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Jake says back

"The keyword is hopefully"

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YOU CAN DO THIS, I tell myself the second I wake up. I lay in bed for a while feeling sorry for myself, I don't know how to explain this any more than I will be doing this whole experiment thingy ALL on my own.

And I'm the laziest person alive.

Once I decide that I should get up and check the time, I realize that I have 34 minutes to be ready and get to school.

I jump in the shower- not literally. Get changed, brush my teeth, put on some mascara and fill in my eyebrows, before sliding on my shoes, heading downstairs where my mum puts out a bowl full of muesli in front of me, eww nutrition.

I internally groan and force down two bites chucking the disgusting mixture in the bin when she wasn't looking, grabbing my bag and heading for my car, I packed and got myself organized last night because I knew I would be late.

I wait in my car for Billie and Jake, honking the horn repeatedly, 2 minutes later they both emerge from their houses Billie smiling and waving her outfit and makeup looking on fleek and Jake, well he's pulling a shirt over his face struggling to push his suitcase, which that would have been me. I chuckle and pop the boot for them.

"G' morning" I great them when they get into my car

"You're awfully chirpy" Billie replies tugging at her seat belt

"Yep, hopefully, it's going to be a good day," I say, trying to tell myself this

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Jake says back to us shoving a full piece of vegemite toast into his mouth.

"The keyword is hopefully," I say sighing holding my palm out and he hands me the other piece he has, and I take a generous bite, before he eats the rest in one go, Billie's face frowns.

"You guys are disgusting"

The moment we park and get our luggage out we are shoved onto a bus, and driven to the place I'm about to call 'home'.

One by one the couples are kicked off the bus stopping in front of their apartment blocks to arrive at their new fate, luckily we are able to sit with anyone on the bus so I sit next to Billie who once again chews my ear off until she is dropped off with Michael.

2 stops later and my name is called.

"Avery and Grayson Peters" she calls and I shudder, I can't believe I am going to be Mrs. Avery Peters, for a good year, thinking of this make me want to puke everywhere

I walk down to the front of the bus and wait for Grayson who appears next to me smirking, I shake my head and sigh getting off the bus, grabbing my luggage, thanking Coach Dylan, I walk up to the door Grayson traveling behind me, realizing that I don't have keys and the door is locked when I shake the nobble.

"Need these," he says twirling the keys around his finger leaning against the porch smirking, and I have the biggest urge to slap that smirk off of his face

"Wipe that smirk off your face" I say ripping the keys off his finger opening the door, I drop my luggage at the front door and do a little tour of the house there are 4 bedrooms 1 with a connecting ensuite, the other 3 rooms are a good size,

I also find the main bathroom and a study, another bathroom, a small garage, a powder room and a large back yard. Basic furniture like a washer, dryer, a couch, a toaster, etc have been provided.

I lastly walk down the stairs and find Grayson on the provided couch in the living room on his phone chatting to someone... seriously!?

"Are you kidding me?" I say interrupting his phone call

"Um, yes," he says staring at me for a split second talking back into the phone "Sorry sweetheart," he says and I shudder, thats just plain gross

"Well the pamphlet is supposed to be on the kitchen table so that's what I'm looking at," I say walking into the kitchen, finding the yellow package, just as I start unsealing the package I feel a hot breath on my neck

"Can you not?" I say

"Can you not what?" he replies jumping onto the counter, no phone in sight, I fully unseal the envelope, I pull out 3 packages and some other papers, while I hand one package to Grayson I read the other 2,

I read my two, while he reads the other when I look up he is still reading his. I read my 2 cards, they have pictures of a 3-year-old Saskia Rose, who has some food allergies and one for a 2-week old baby girl Lola Belle, she is so precious my heart literally melted.

"Having trouble?" I ask looking up to see Grayson scrunch his face up

"What no," he says his voice going high, so I start laughing and he glares at me sticking up the finger.

"We have two girls, 3 and 2 weeks old," I say

"3" he corrects and I look at him funny

"We have 3 girls"

"Oh okay"

"She's 2, and her name is Ava Maree"

"Huh, Avery, Ava" I start "The 3-year-old is named Saskia Rose, and the baby is Lola Belle" I end and he sighs sliding down the kitchen counter.

"What"

"This whole thing is fucked" he replies

"Tell me about it, it's so stupid," I say and he glares at me

"Please, I have to live with 3 girls and you" he sneers

"Fuck you," I say standing up "I'll be waiting in the car" I ad grabbing the others papers and the 2 credit cards storming off to the car, what a dick.

The car ride is silent, I read the papers and study the credit cards theirs one for me and one for him, the note says that we have unlimited amount of money for today only, which will be enough for us to buy all the things that we need to get the girls set up before we will have to fully provide on our own.

"Saskia has a couple of food allergies," I say when we pull up to the carpark

"Same as Ava" he replies

For the next hour, we spend way too much money at the supermarket stocking the house full of everything, food, drinks, toiletries and not to mention our 'daughters' have food allergies of different sorts so we- well I had to find ways to cater for them. After that, we had to get paint and furniture to furnish the house that we will be living in.

4 mini arguments later and we are successfully able to agree on what we wanted to for our house. We then get into the car and he drives us to target so we can stock up on baby items and clothes for our girls, the target had a decent amount of things but we will need to come back later on to get some more of the necessities, but that can wait.

"Ughh" Grayson moans leaning on me, like a child

"Get off," I say pushing him off me, and his eyes snap open

"Can we go yet?" he says while I push both of the trolley's to the checkout, yes I am pushing both of them- it is quite the task but it's not like that dickhead will help me.

"Yes," I say starting to unload the items

"Thank god" he replies and I take a deep to breathe relieving the persistent urge to punch him in the face, I take a deep breathe continuing to unload the trolley onto the conveyor bench, when I take a look back I am glad that we have unlimited money.

"For fuck's sake" I grumble still unloading the items onto the check out table

"Can you please help me?" I say smacking his head lightly and I hear

"aww" from the cashier's mouth, I glare at her through the corner of my eye but she doesn't seem to notice.

"Hey!, this is not my responsibility"

"Yes it is, you douche bag they are your kids too," I say and he sighs helping me, I look up and the cashier looks at me weirdly, shaking her head judging us- hard.

"No, no, it's not like that we are doing a project at school- never mind," I say, the rest of the check out time is awkward and I can't wait to get out and back to my new home.

When we get home- I can't believe I am calling it home, I set Grayson to work bringing in all of the furniture boxes, then painting the nursery walls gray, with an accent wall of pink and yellow, the girl's room having different shades of pink as an accent wall and our master bedroom with grey walls.

While I unpack all of the groceries and do my best to set up the easy pieces of furniture, and by 4:00 pm I am starving so I make us some sandwiches

"Grayson, food" I yell starting to eat

"Thanks," he says scoffing his sandwich

"I've done and unpacked everything that I can," I tell him and he nods swallowing

"The rooms are done, I can set the big pieces of furniture up now," he says

Together we set up the big pieces of furniture and place them in their rooms careful not to put them on the wet walls while putting the furniture in the rooms I developed a layout of how each room was going to look.

I must admit that I did enjoy myself setting everything up with Grayson, he continuously made me laugh, and made me mad, but I had fun, although I almost murdered him.

Twice.

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"All done," he says sitting down next to me on our newly decorated couch turning the tv on "I'm so tired," he then says

"Me too, I work at 'salt lamp' by the way," I say to him like the coach said there is only so much money so we need other ways to provide.

"'kay I have a job at the mechanic shop down the road," he says and I open one eye looking at him, my eyes were closed giving me a sleeping effect, basically just resting myself

"That's good," I say

"Are you hungry?" he asks me after my stomach growls twice

"Yes..." I start

"Chinese?" he asks

"Sure," I say while he gets his phone to order food, maybe this won't be as bad as I thought it will be.

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WARNING:

this story will contain:

---- Swearing (which may cause offense)

---- Sexual content (in dialogue ya nasties)

----Moments that you will either laugh or scream

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