~•Kris's POV•~

I wake up to find out that Grant has slept over. I giggle and tap his shoulder. He groans and puts a pillow on his face.

"C'mon. I don't want to spend Sleep-in Saturday because you actually slept in." I pout.

"Don't pout.. It'll just make me want to sleep in more, so I don't have to see your beautiful face pouting." He takes the pillow off his face and smiles. I sit up and cross my legs, watching him get up and go to the bathroom. I scoot on the pillows, and he comes back out and laughs.

"Come. Now!" I throw a pillow at him and he catches it.

"Yes, boss lady." He crosses the room, laying on my bed, his head in my lap.

I start playing with his hair, when a knock comes to the door.

"Kris, are you OK in there?" My uncle calls.

"Yes! I call, watching Grant struggle to stay awake.

"Well I'm headed out. Spend today being lazy for me." I laugh.

"Okie! Have fun!" I hear the door close and the car leave the driveway.

"So, Miss Kris. What does the lady want to do?" Grant asks, looking up at me.

"Since its Saturday, and I've got no plans... Wanna play video games in the basement?" I lift a shoulder, smiling.

"For the record, Imma kick your butt." He says, raising himself and kissing me. I get up and jump on his back. He carries me down to the basement, and sets me down in a hanging chair.

"Why is it that you have so many of these chairs?" He asks me, seating himself down on the ground, after handing me a controller.

"Cause I like them. Got a problem?" I lightly kick his head, and he looks up at me.

"No. Just asking. And ow." He rubs his head, and I laugh. I start the game, at which it being Mortal Combat. I beat him three times, doing a happy dance each time.

"So. What now." I ask, watching him put the controllers up.

"Hm." He says, coming closer and kissing me, his hands rest on either side of my thighs.

"Really?" I ask, feeling him rest his head on my shoulder. He picks me up and carries me back to my bedroom, laying me on my bed. He lays next to me, one arm on me, and his head back on my shoulder.

"Read me something." He says, looking at me. I look at him weird and he smiles. "Pretty please?" I nod, grabbing a book off of my nightstand.

"Hmm... Does Sarah Dessen sound good?" I show him the cover, and he nods. "Ok then, I'll start from the beginning." He smiles again and lays his head down.

(AN: next few pages will be from What Happened To Goodbye. I love this book, and yea...)

"The table was sticky, there was a cloudy smudge on my water glass, and we'd been seated for ten minutes with no sign of a waitress. Still, I knew what my dad would say. By this point, it was part of the routine.

'Well, I gotta tell you. I see potential here.'

He was looking around as he said this, taking in the décor. Luna Blu was described on the menu as 'Contemporary Italian and old-fashioned good!' but from what I could tell from the few minutes we've been there, the latter claim was questionable. First, it was 12:30 on a weekday, and we were the one of only two tables in the place. Second, I just noticed a good quarter inch of dust on the plastic plant that was beside our table. But my dad had to be an optimist. It was his job." I look over at Grant, whose smile had turned into a straight face, and had his eyes closed. I smiled, closed the book, and set it back on the nightstand.

As I sat there, daydreaming, my phone went off. I reach over to grab it, and look.

Candice- Grant isn't picking up his phone.are you guys OK?

Me- he's sleeping and yes. He spent the night over per my uncles invitation.

Candice- awe. How romantic.

Me- until I kicked his butt in Mortal Combat (:

Candice- you just had to didn't you

Me- correct-a-mundo. He was bored so we went to the basement and played video games.

Candice- you're evil Kristina Marks.

Me- so I've been told.

Candice- ttyl

Me- okie

I put my phone back, and watch Grant again, but his eyes were opened, and his smile had returned.

"Why'd you stop?" He asks, looking at me.

"You feel asleep. Was I that boring?" I laugh.

"No, I was just tired or something." He mutters, yawning. I get up and stretch, only to be pulled back down and have my face directly under Grant's.

"Are you running from me?" He asks.

"No, I'm hungry. Jerkface!" I push his face, but he grabs my arm and holds it out to the side. He kisses me, catching me off guard and let's go of my arm.

I wrap my arms around his neck, and he releases me only to fully lay me in the bed and him next to me. He kisses me again, wrapping an arm around me. He pulls me closer, and I let go, smiling.

"Can I go eat?" I ask.

"I don't know, can you?" He asks, tightening his grip.

"Pretty please?" I ask, batting my eyelashes. He laughs and nods. He releases me, and I go downstairs, and feed myself.

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AN

Hey guys! So, the next chapter is going to be the final chapter, and I can't help but wonder.

Did you make a decision?

Hehe, I'll be waiting!

Amnesia_and_Dreams