The next day, Grant and I go and get ice cream, and he smiles.

"So. What would you think if I said that your uncle said I could live with you guys." I look at him, swallowing.

"Well, I'd say you're crazy because my uncle treats me as his daughter and he's been so protective since the incident. But if he had a sudden change if heart, I'd still say you're crazy because that's unbelievable." I say, taking a bite.

"Well. Since you've said that I'm crazy twice, I'll take the second choice." He smirks. My ice cream nearly falls, as I try to wrap my head around what he said.

"No way." I say, finally managing to come up with words.

"Yes way. And, I'm sorry, but guess who gets to help?" I laugh.

"Twenty dollars says its me." I smile. He sighs and hands me a twenty dollar bill. I put it in my pocket, kissing his cheek.

"Yea, yea, yea... Please?" He asks.

"I was going to help anyway. So what room did he assign you to? Because I highly doubt that he said you can sleep in my room." I say, pointing my spoon at him. He chuckles.

"That's funny because that's the exact room I'm stealing." He says, laughing. My jaw drops and I dump my carton in the trash, licking my fingers.

"First one back to the truck gets to drive!" I cry, running. He follows behind, with everyone wondering what the hell was wrong with us.

"I win!" I cry, touching the truck. He laughs and pulls me close, and kisses me.

"Fine. I guess you can carry less as well." He shrugs. He lets me go, climbing into the passengers seat. I get behind the wheel, and drive over to his place. We pack up most of his things, his clothing and video games taking up the most space in a box. He had already sold most of his other things: pots, pans, furniture, décor and other things.

"Well, that's the last of it." We put the boxes in the back of my truck, and put a bungee cord on top, just to make sure nothing spilled out. We get home, and my uncle comes and laughs.

"Three boxes, Grant?" He nods. My uncle carries the one with his video games in it, both of us telling him not to drop it. Grant gives me the box that held his Xbox, telling me with great caution not to break it.

"Dude. Seriously?" I groan and walk to the basement, and hand it to my uncle.

"Plug it in will you? He's going to want to play later." I say, heading back upstairs. I find him in our kitchen, eating a cookie.

"Kris!" I laugh, as he hides the box.

"Uh huh, do you want me to carry your things, Mr. Gustin?" I ask, smiling.

"Yes?" He asks, mouth full of cookie.

"Ok, dork. Whatever." I grab the box and heave it upstairs, putting everything where they belong, and lay on my bed.

I get up after a few moments, and head to my writing room, peaceful and quiet. Until the knock came.

"Can I pretty please come in?" Grant asks, pleadingly.

"Ugh, fine. You're going to pester me anyway, just come on in." I lay on my pillow chair, which is made of pillows on the ground, hence the name.

"Hello." He says, smiling and closing the door. I smile back, and look down at my paper, and begin writing. He peers over my shoulder.

"If you're going to be nosy, go away." I lightly push on his chest, closing my notebook.

"Fine. I'll go play games with your uncle!" I laugh.

"Watch out, he might kick your ass!" I yell, the door shutting. I smile, and reopen my notebook. I look over my writing.

To those who know me, I'm not an ordinary girl. Nor am I the best that I can be.

I sit here today, thinking of writing my life's story, but instead finding myself writing about the common things happening each and every day.

To my surprise, an actor fell in love with me, on the day I least expected it to happen.

People say that love is spontaneous, happening at every second, no matter if its the one, or one that isn't but you follow your gut anyway. To me, it doesn't matter if I fall in love or not, but whether if I find happiness or not. And in the past couple weeks, I find myself feeling more happy. Normally, I would think something would be wrong with me, but today, I don't.

I look around, seeing the future becoming brighter, and brighter. My mother always said to be strong. To not give up, and to keep striving for what you believe in. Today, that test was proven correct. I might not be able to see the future, but living here, and now, I can insure that my future will be there, waiting.

To those who know me, my name is Kristina Marks. The girl who let a guy come into her life and flip it around. And that guy, is Grant Gustin.

I close the notebook, satisfied. And then, I fall asleep.

~•=Next Day=•~

I wake up to yelling, scrambling to my feet. I grab my bat, and run downstairs.

"Grant?! Danny?!" I yell.

"Sweetheart, where's Grant?!" My uncle grabs my arms, and fear is written on my face.

"Grant?!" I yell, running outside. But I was too late.

Grant was gone.

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AN

This is the end!! I hope you enjoyed this story, and please...

Don't shoot.

I hope you had as much fun on this journey as I did.

I love y'all!

Amnesia_and_Dreams