#graciesutton

[text] Are you coming to the party tomorrow?

[text] Busy, sorry.

[text] And yes, yes I am ignoring you.

[text] Don’t get too drunk tonight.

[text] Does it really matter if I do? It’s not like you will be able to stop me.

[text] Look, I’m not going to.

[text] I think.

[text] What’s with you and all the smiley faces?

[text] :) :) :) :)

[text] I’m just really freaking happy right now, that’s all. :)

[text] And if you can’t figure out why you’re even more of an idiot that I thought. :)

[text] What’s gonna happen if I don’t show up?

[text] You’re going to die.

"I am so in love with you. You’re in me. It’s like you’re a disease. And I just can’t think about anything or anybody. And I can’t sleep. I can’t breathe. I can’t eat. And I just love you. All the time."

Never had Zeus have someone vouch themselves to him so openly and from Gracie in particular, the news elicited a hitch in his throat. He held a special reverence for the girl, for what reason he had no knowledge of but the last thing he needed was everyone to know, including her. Jaw clenched under the heaviness of his heart and her words, he kept his gaze averted as though somehow it would make it easier to accept that she was in love with him when he in turn didn’t love her. There were no butterflies but more of a shooting pain inside which had escalated to a full constant pain as a result of her sweet, yet stupid, declaration, knowing there was nothing he could do to soothe either of their pains. Hearing of her desolation at his expense was almost heartbreaking and it was for this reason he had separated himself from everyone else for so long so he could avoid the drama and the feelings that came with being so close to someone. “I’m sorry.”

"I’m all glued back together now. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke."

36: Talk about your guilty pleasures.

"Kiss me."

His grip loosened as he had anticipated the exactly opposite words to come from the girl and for the first time in a while, Zeus was bewildered but somehow somewhat enthralled. “If that’s what you want…” Hands clutching at her jaw to pull her flush against him, he pressed his toxic lips to hers heatedly and from him escaped a content sigh.

"You drive me crazy!"

In the midst of their blazing row, a small snigger fell from the corner of his lips though he had tried his hardest to suppress it, knowing how it would worsen the situation. A mix of faux deceit and absolute amusement hardened his features and left him in the words, “And you make me want to stab myself with this fork.”

"Do you remember this?"

"Of course, you won’t let me forget it." He flashed the girl a smirk, giving his head a faux disapproving shake at her antics as though he wanted nothing more than to forget his drunken incident.

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."