(2016-09-03) Care Bear Cry
Care Bear Cry
Summary: Kaylee is excited to see Grayson back at school. And then she's sorry for it.
Date: 2016-09-03
Related: N/A
NPCs: {$npc}
Scene Runner: Mutual

Gym Coral Springs
Sat Sep 03, 2016 — Sat Sep 03 20:55:39 2016

A massive dome overhead is completely revealing of the ocean above it. This is a full size gym, with basketball hoops along the walls ready for play. Ropes hanging from a secion of that dome ceiling ready to be climbed are tied off to not impede on gym floor activity. Excersize equipment and weights are off to the far end. At anytime the floor can be sectioned off for multiple team games to be played if needed. There are locker rooms for girls and boys to one side and opposite this are wooden bleachers that can be pulled out if needed for spectators. Opposite the bleachers there is a rock climbing wall, that goes right up to the dome itself overhead.

Grayson is halfway up the rock climbing wall. He's wearing only a pair of gray Coral Springs sweatpants and the safety harness as he makes his way up the wall. The balls of muscle on his shoulders and biceps bulge as he pulls himself higher, his upper body glistening with sweat. He grunts as he hangs from the grips, his feet dangling for a moment as he lifts himself higher.

Coming in wearing her basketball gear, Kaylee's obviously looking to get in a little shooting this evening, when she spies a common sight up on the climbing wall. A bright grin spreading across her face, Kaylee ignores the hoops for a moment and heads in his direction. As his muscles bulge, Kaylee offers an appreciative whistle for his benefit. "Ow ow! Look at those rippling muskles!" she calls out to him playfully.

Grayson pauses on the wall. He sighs. It's a loud, annoyed sound. Finally, he says, "What." It's not really a question, the aggravated way in which he says it. He doesn't move, otherwise.

"Looking good up there, Grayson!" Kaylee calls, still grinning. "How have you been!? I haven't seen you in like, forever!" Kaylee dribbles her ball a couple of times, just waiting patiently for Grayson to finish his workout. Which she's fairly certain she's interrupting, though she doesn't seem to mind that one bit.

Another sigh is let out by Grayson before he lets go of the wall and the safety harness slowly drops him to the floor. He slaps his hands together a few times, the white chalk on his hands dusting off in a little cloud of white puffs, and then he turns around. He is, indeed, kind of ripling, and the dark hair on his muscular chest lay flat against his skin, wet with sweat. "What do you want, Kaylee?" he asks again, still grumpy and not amused.

Kaylee just beams at Grayson, moving the basketball to be held behind her as she rocks onto the balls of her feet and back. "I wanted to say hi! I haven't seen you in a while! You really are looking really good, too, Grayson," she says, reaching out to try and run her hands over his biceps. She's blind, right! Even though she does happen to be wearing her glasses right now ….

Grayson slowly looks down, and just watches her hands as she feels him. His arms tighten a little. Maybe he's doing it because that makes him nervous. Maybe he's doing it because he's showing off and likes it. After a long moment, he clears his throat, and speaks a bit quieter, "I've been gone."

"I know! I've missed you!" Kaylee responds cheerily, giving his arm an affectionate rub before she lowers her hand back to her side. "Have you been having a good summer, though? Are you ready for school to start again? I made the Thunder Bay travelling basketball team! I've even moved up to a starter on the B team!"

Grayson shakes his head, rolling his eyes. "You haven't missed me. You barely know me." He huffs, and folds those arms over his chest. "Kaylee… What do you want? I'm really not in the mood…"

Kaylee rolls her eyes and clicks her tongue, shaking her head. "GRAY-son," she intones, moving the basketball to the front and wrapping her arms around it. "I DID miss you. I actually really like you and think you're a pretty terrific guy, even if you try to hide it behind all your grumpiness," she says, smiling again. "And you KNOW you missed having someone who's immune to your rain clouds, just admit it!" She grins again and twists at her waist a little. "But I really didn't WANT anything. I came in to shoot around a little and I saw you on the climbing wall and just wanted to say hi. Cuz I haven't seen you in so long and I wanted to see how you're doing."

Grayson just stands there, looking at her. He looks a little more. Finally, he swallows, looking away, thinking a moment, and then looks back at her. He sighs. "Do…" He sighs again. "Do you really think I'm terrific?"

"Oh my gosh yes!" Kaylee chirps immediately, bouncing again. "Grayson, you're obviously a total hottie. And you're really thoughtful, when you want to be. And that poem that you wrote me? Even if you threatened to kill me, it was still very nice. And you write poetry for people you like! That's SOOOOO romantic!" Kaylee twists at the waist again, smiling. "I really don't understand why you're so grouchy all the time," she says, frowning a little as she furrows her brown, "But I totally can't wait for the clouds to break and for your sun to come shining through!"

Grayson doesn't smile, he just nods a little, his eyes staring right at her, undaunted. "Kiss me," he says, flatly.

Kaylee blinks a couple of times, and then she grins and wrinkles her nose, stepping forward and reaching one hand up to touch Grayson's cheek as she leans in to give him a very brief kiss on his other cheek. And it's very clear she's moving in for a kiss on the cheek. No fooling there.

Grayson just very slightly nods his head. "Apparently not hot enough," he mumbles, and then turns around and walks back to the wall where he begins to unbuckle the harness from his waist and step out from the straps.

"Grayson!" Kaylee chirps, frowning. Her brow furrows and she glares after the boy for several seconds, confused. Then when she figures out what he might have been talking about, her eyebrows shoot up and she exclaims, "What the HECK! You thought I was going to kiss you onna lips?"

He doesn't turn around to look at her. Grayson just finishes remove the harness. Once he's done, he walks over to a stool near the side of the wall and picks up his sleeveless hoodie that's balled up on the seat. He doesn't say anything to her.

"Grayson!" Kaylee calls again. She plants the basketball on the ground and then marches towards the boy, brow furrowed. Is this … is this an upset Kaylee? "Grayson … whatever your middle and last name are," she has to pause, losing a little of her thunder. "Why would you expect me to kiss you on the lips? We're GAY! Remember?! It doesn't matter how hot you are, I would NEVER do something to hurt Violet." She doesn't reach out and grab Grayson or anything, but she certainly wants to as she plants her hands on her hips.

Grayson slowly turns around, "Are you? Because you weren't the FIRST time you tried to kiss me." He shakes his head, "Clearly, I'm not that terrific. So, maybe you should just go back to your room and forget all about it, huh?" He turns once more to walk toward the door.

Kaylee blinks several times, stunned into silence. "… I … I …. I didn't try to kiss you!" she meeps, her hand moving to cover her mouth. And then she starts going a soft pink, watching Grayson walk away. But, she's totally not letting him leave like that. After a few seconds, she dashes after him. "Grayson, wait!" she calls. And if he doesn't stop, she'll try and reach out to grab his shoulder so she can move in front of him and impede his progress. "Grayson, please. Hang on a second."

Indeed, she does have to get in front of him to stop him, and once she's there, he stops, staring at her with angry eyes. "You did," he says. "You thought that flower was from me. You were so sure, you were gonna kiss me. Now? Apparently I'm not good enough."

There's a sigh, but Kaylee leaves her hand on Grayson's shoulder to keep him from leaving. Kaylee looks down for a second but then looks back up. "Okay. Maybe I'm not gay. Honestly? I haven't ever really thought about it. But, back then? YOU had a boyfriend. Now? /I/ have a girlfriend. And I would never betray her trust by kissing someone. Even if you ARE totally a hottie," Kaylee says quietly and honestly. "But just because I have a girlfriend doesn't make YOU any less terrific or handsome. You are really a swell guy. And I really really really wanna be good friends with you. But, I love Violet. She's just as wonderful and terrific as you. And she DID leave me a flower, and really really really wanted to date me. So, no. I won't kiss you onna lips. I'm sorry."

Grayson shakes his head, "Well, I don't now," he says to her note of him having a boyfriend. He scowls, and raises his voice just a little, "And I'm not terrific. I'm not handsome. And I'm certainly not a fucking swell guy!" He grits his teeth, shaking his head, "So stop being so nice to me!"

When Grayson gets mad, Kaylee just clicks her tongue again and smiles softly, her hand moving from his shoulder to his cheek. "Is it opposite day and nobody told me? And I'm sorry, but everybody needs SOMEBODY to be nice to them. As much as it sucks? You got me. Ta-da!" she says as her hand slides away from Grayson's cheek. As she says 'ta-da,' little sparkles shine above her palm in various colors. Yay.

Grayson just growls loudly and swings his arm out over her head. As he does so, the area around them immediately smells like fresh rain and a burst of about a gallon of water sprays across and through her sparkles. "This isn't funny, Kaylee! Leave me alone!"

Kaylee blinks as Grayson sprays water at her sparkles, washing them away. She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out at first. So she closes her mouth and pouts, wilting under Grayson's assault. "I'm not joking, Grayson. I'm serious …. How can you not see that?" she asks quietly, eyes starting to blink as she fights her own waterworks.

Grayson grinds his teeth again, his lips pursing a bit as he scowls at her. He's trying to decide something. "Just…" He huffs, and he shakes his head, "Move," he finally says, flatly.

Kaylee pouts, looking in Grayson's eyes. She searches them for several seconds, looking for something, then sighs and lowers her gaze, moving out of the way. "I don't care what you say, Grayson. If you really wanna know why I'm nice to you, it's because I'm a nice person. And as grouchy and mean as you are to me, it just seems obvious to me that you really need more nice in your life. So I'll be nice to you. I'll always be nice. Even if you don't ever wanna see me again," she says, looking down and sniffling.

Grayson stands there a moment longer, even though she's moved. Finally, he speaks, "Stay away from me, Kaylee. I don't want to hurt you." It's angry, but there's something else there, too. Almost a plea. He balls his fists, and then marches past her toward the door.

When he walks past her after saying that, Kaylee's jaw drops. "If you don't wanna hurt me, why are you telling me to stay away from you!?" she shouts. Her bottom lip juts out and starts quivering as she gets ready to cry, but she quickly covers her mouth, furrowing her brow to try and stop the tears. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell. I'm sorry. Have a good night, Grayson," she offers quietly.

Grayson just growls and has he passes the towel cannister by the door, he punches it as hard as he can. The metal crumples from the impact and the container tumbles a few feet across the gym, the wet towels spilling out on the floor as the bent lid section bounces even further. Grayson just leaves.

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