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So sorry everyone, I've had this post up on the wrong blog! Silly me!


I wasn't exactly sure what my world was when I woke up the next morning. I woke up the way I always do, in my bed, cozy, murmuring through the last of my dreams. I pulled myself reluctantly out of bed, and the day before slowly came back to me. I tried to put in order what had happened, telling Grey about my brother, going for a walk, holding his hand, resting on his shoulder.But it was too exhausting, and I climbed back into bed, falling asleep instantly.
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I walked down to Grey's a few hours later. I stood on the porch, staring at the door knocker. I had absolutely no idea what I was supposed to do. It was a green door, obviously painted within the last few months. The knocker was a simple gold coloured, a small peephole above it. I stared intensely. I jumped suddenly as the door flew open. Mrs. Fortin shrieked a small shriek, then regained her posture and smiled.

"Would you like to come in?"
"Yes please." I awkwardly stepped inside, Mrs. Fortin inspecting me curiously as I passed. A large, round man was reading a tremendously thick book at the table. He looked up as I came in, removed his glasses. He was in his fifties I guessed, sparse hair a pepper grey. He smiled and stood up.

"Edward Fortin," he extended a hand, which I shook, giving him my name. He smiled again, a nice, cozy warm smile.

"Is Grey here?"

"Yeppers," Grey responded, coming around from the hall. "So you've met my dad." He smiled. "Let me grab my jacket and we can take a walk," Grey grinned encouragingly.

Outside, Grey told me that his Dad had been away for business, he sold some type of insurance package. I slipped my hand into Grey's, a subtle relief washing over me. He squeezed my hand, and I suddenly started talking stupidly, babbling really.
"That'scoolabnoutyourdad,doyouevergowithhim,causetravelingisgreat,Ilovetraveling,butwerarelyeverdo.IwantagotoAfrica,thatsoundssocool. What do you think?"Grey seemed to ponder the question, which had come quite out of the blue, my mouth running like a skittish horse that's been shot in the backside with a dart.

"Let's make this official. Alice, will you go out with me?"

"Well. That's a question I've been wondering about," I smiled down at my coat, trying not to show that I had never been asked out by someone I actually fancied. "More out of the blue than my question I guess."