answer.“Bagheera,” he says, and I repeat it out loud. “Ya. Bagheera. Like the black panther from the Jungle Book.”
Well wrap me up and ship me off because I am a goner. Massive truck named after a children’s book character. I’ll be damned if that’s not cute as heck. I’m still smiling to myself when he gets out to open my door. I’m debating how exactly I’m going to make it up the slippery driveway with no shoes, and I really don’t want to put on my high heels with sweatpants. A girl has her limits. Getting in at his place was no problem because the driveway was shoveled, but well… We are girls, so our driveway is not. I’m debating my best course of action when Greyson reaches in, scooping me up in his arms, catching me off guard.
“What exactly are you doing?” I say, laughing, wrapping my arms, heels and all, around his neck.
“You don’t have shoes on and it’s icy. I’m going to carry you.” He kicks the door shut with his heavy boot and starts up the driveway.
I start to giggle. Yes, that’s a thing I do now. I giggle, apparently. He’s turned me into a giggler. I’m still giggling when we reach the front door. The girls’ cars are in the driveway, so the door is unlocked. He carries me inside, and he is still holding me when my sister comes barreling into the room.
“Hannah, is that you?” she yells, but she stops dead the second she sees us. She looks mortified and gives me no time to answer before going off again. “Oh my God. No. How could you? Mom and Dad are going to be pissed. What is wrong with you? I didn’t think you were that drunk. I never would have let you leave with him if I thought you’d do this!” She waves her hands frantically in front of her.
“What are you talking about?” I gape at her. On the plus side, at least he knows crazy runs in my family.
“You got married. You ran off and married some guy you barely know like this is Vegas or something! We live in CANADA! And I was supposed to be your maid of honor. How could you do this to me?” She is almost screaming at this point. “And now he’s carrying you over the threshold into our house. Oh my God. I think I’m going to be sick.” With that, she flops down on the couch, covering her face with her hands.
I know I should be jumping to explain, but I can’t help myself. I burst out laughing. I told you how much Beth loves juicy gossip… Well, she also loves to exaggerate—a lot. I’m laughing so hard that I’m crying and I can barely breathe. Greyson starts to laugh too and has to put me down so he can brace himself on the wall. It’s actually the most ridiculous thing in the entire world. I’m a cautious person by nature and would never do something like that—ever. I’m still trying to compose myself long enough to say something when Beth snaps.
“Jesus Christ, Hannah! This isn’t funny! You ruined your life!” Oh, Beth — ever the flare for the dramatic!
“We’re…not…married,” I manage to gasp out in my hysteria.
“What?” Beth says.
I’m still laughing, so Greyson answers for me. “We didn’t get married. She had no shoes on. I was carrying her so she didn’t have to walk on the ice.”
My sister’s face is now absolutely priceless. Her mouth is gaping open and her face is starting to go red. I finally manage to talk so everyone can understand what I’m saying and don’t miss the opportunity to make fun of her.
“Beth, you lunatic! Did you sip some crazy with your coffee this morning?”
She is still just staring at us, her eyes bouncing back and forth between Greyson and me. Her mouth opens and closes. It looks like she’s trying to say something but can’t seem to find the words.
Greyson steps around from behind me and reaches out his hand. “Hi. I’m Greyson.” He’s nicer than I am because I was still planning to tease her about this…well, forever actually.
“Beth… Sorry,” my sister stutters and then shakes her head. “I mean, hi.
Well wrap me up and ship me off because I am a goner. Massive truck named after a children’s book character. I’ll be damned if that’s not cute as heck. I’m still smiling to myself when he gets out to open my door. I’m debating how exactly I’m going to make it up the slippery driveway with no shoes, and I really don’t want to put on my high heels with sweatpants. A girl has her limits. Getting in at his place was no problem because the driveway was shoveled, but well… We are girls, so our driveway is not. I’m debating my best course of action when Greyson reaches in, scooping me up in his arms, catching me off guard.
“What exactly are you doing?” I say, laughing, wrapping my arms, heels and all, around his neck.
“You don’t have shoes on and it’s icy. I’m going to carry you.” He kicks the door shut with his heavy boot and starts up the driveway.
I start to giggle. Yes, that’s a thing I do now. I giggle, apparently. He’s turned me into a giggler. I’m still giggling when we reach the front door. The girls’ cars are in the driveway, so the door is unlocked. He carries me inside, and he is still holding me when my sister comes barreling into the room.
“Hannah, is that you?” she yells, but she stops dead the second she sees us. She looks mortified and gives me no time to answer before going off again. “Oh my God. No. How could you? Mom and Dad are going to be pissed. What is wrong with you? I didn’t think you were that drunk. I never would have let you leave with him if I thought you’d do this!” She waves her hands frantically in front of her.
“What are you talking about?” I gape at her. On the plus side, at least he knows crazy runs in my family.
“You got married. You ran off and married some guy you barely know like this is Vegas or something! We live in CANADA! And I was supposed to be your maid of honor. How could you do this to me?” She is almost screaming at this point. “And now he’s carrying you over the threshold into our house. Oh my God. I think I’m going to be sick.” With that, she flops down on the couch, covering her face with her hands.
I know I should be jumping to explain, but I can’t help myself. I burst out laughing. I told you how much Beth loves juicy gossip… Well, she also loves to exaggerate—a lot. I’m laughing so hard that I’m crying and I can barely breathe. Greyson starts to laugh too and has to put me down so he can brace himself on the wall. It’s actually the most ridiculous thing in the entire world. I’m a cautious person by nature and would never do something like that—ever. I’m still trying to compose myself long enough to say something when Beth snaps.
“Jesus Christ, Hannah! This isn’t funny! You ruined your life!” Oh, Beth — ever the flare for the dramatic!
“We’re…not…married,” I manage to gasp out in my hysteria.
“What?” Beth says.
I’m still laughing, so Greyson answers for me. “We didn’t get married. She had no shoes on. I was carrying her so she didn’t have to walk on the ice.”
My sister’s face is now absolutely priceless. Her mouth is gaping open and her face is starting to go red. I finally manage to talk so everyone can understand what I’m saying and don’t miss the opportunity to make fun of her.
“Beth, you lunatic! Did you sip some crazy with your coffee this morning?”
She is still just staring at us, her eyes bouncing back and forth between Greyson and me. Her mouth opens and closes. It looks like she’s trying to say something but can’t seem to find the words.
Greyson steps around from behind me and reaches out his hand. “Hi. I’m Greyson.” He’s nicer than I am because I was still planning to tease her about this…well, forever actually.
“Beth… Sorry,” my sister stutters and then shakes her head. “I mean, hi.
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