The Gray Family

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Payton Gray

Selena

Four guys showed me to a room. I didn’t know what to do. I stood there as I looked at them.

“What’s wrong with her?” A guy asked another guy that looked like him.

“She’s scared,” a younger guy suggested as I looked at him.

Another guy stood there as he rubbed his chin. He had dark hair and steel-grey eyes.

“I’m Payton,” he introduced himself to me. “That’s Patton and Paxton, who are twins, and Presley, who’s the youngest. Parker is downstairs in the kitchen.”

“I’m Selena,” I introduced myself to them as I gulped. They were making me feel nervous.

“We’ll let you get settled, then come downstairs when you’re ready,” Payton told me as the four left the room. I felt relief wash over me. I didn’t need them getting any ideas, or I was out of here. They were cute, but not in that way.

I looked around and stood there. Now what?

Parker

I finished eating my breakfast when my brothers came downstairs without the girl. They walked into the kitchen as ma looked at them. “Where’s Selena?” She asked them.

“She’s up in the room. She looks like a deer caught in headlights,” Payton mentioned as he took a seat next to me.

“Nice of you to hide out in the kitchen, Park?” Patton commented as I shot him a look.

“I figured you four would make your big move, you horny toads,” I shrugged as they all shot me a look.

“Can we have one breakfast where you five don’t start fighting?” Pops asked us.

“Have you met us?” Presley retorted as we all looked at each other.

“Unfortunately, I was there when you five were born, so yes, I have,” pops countered.

“Need some ice for that burn Presley, you tool?” Paxton asked him.

“Bite me, you ass,” Presley told him. Paxton stood up and attacked him while dad tried to separate the two of them. I lifted my plate as they fought.

The three of them wrestled on the table. The rest of us held our plates out of the way. There’s no reason to ruin a nutritious breakfast. I heard about the many times that nana and grandpa ruin breakfast from Uncle Nixon.

“Excuse me,” we heard a voice say as they stopped. We looked to see a girl standing in the doorway. The same girl, my brothers, were ‘helping.’ “I’m wondering if I could have some breakfast?” She asked in a delicate voice.

“Sure,” ma answered as she got up and grabbed a plate, placing food on it. Pops let go of Paxton and Presley as they say back down.

We watched as ma dish out food as she told ma it was too much. What in the world?

“Selena, you can have as much as you want,” ma offered her.

“I don’t want to impose. I’m good with a little,” Selena mentioned as she took the plate from ma and a fork. She turned and looked at us.

“Scoot over so Selena can join us, Patton,” dad told him. Patton got up and moved to leave a spot open next to me. She walked over as I watched her brunette hair bounce upon her shoulders. She has a slender frame and average height.

She took a seat next to me and started eating, not saying much.

“We haven’t met; I’m Parker,” I introduced myself to her.

“Selena,” she replied between bites. I couldn’t help but look at her. She looked at me wide-eyed and noticed she had greenish-brown eyes. It was the prettiest color I ever saw.

“Selena will attend school with you, boys. Be nice,” pops ordered us.

“We’re always nice,” Payton remarked as pops looked at him.

“Payton, I wasn’t born yesterday,” he told Payton.

“You sure about that old man?” Patton asked him.

“Patton, shut the hell up, and don’t be a twit,” pops ordered him as ma sighed. Yeah, this behavior is typical in our house. One of us insulted pops, and he threatens to beat our ass. I blame the Gray gene. He looked at Payton. “We still have the matter of discussing your prospects.”

“Do we need to discuss my future?” Payton questioned him.

“Payton, you’re a smart boy. You need to do something productive with your life besides skating through life. You’re twenty-years-old. Get your s**t together before I call Grammy,” pops threaten him.

“No, no, that’s okay,” Payton blurted. I chuckled.

Grammy Pat was a no-nonsense person who didn’t care about your reason. In her words, don’t be a hobo and get your s**t together. She was like Grammy Gray, but different. I heard the horror stories about Grammy Gray and her batshit crazy behavior.

“You better get moving before you’re late,” pops told us as we got up. My brothers made their way out to the car as I waited for Selena. She stood up and took her plate over to the sink, placing it in the kitchen sink.

She walked out of the kitchen as I followed suit. As we left, my parents had a lengthy conversation with Payton. Good luck, Pay, you will need it.