gracelyn ·· strawberry shave ice

[sage ashton tremblay]

sage listened as gracie told the story of her heart-shaped guitar. when she described the moment where her dad saw the shape of the guitar, along with the sparkles, he couldn't help but crack another smile. it was small gestures like that that really showed someone's love. even with the large price tag, the fact that her father saw that, knew she would love it, and bought it, showed he obviously cared for her. and now, it was one of her favorite guitars! "wow, that sounds awesome," it was so tempting for sage to inquire about gracie's money situation, but he knew that was out of line. plus, she made it pretty clear that she was from a family with money. otherwise, she wouldn't have had thirty-five guitars and a father who bought her an expensive handmade one from japan. sage thought about his money situation. when he was eighteen, he inherited a surplus of money from his grandfather who passed away. his grandparents grew and sold special plants to people all around humboldt county. at a young age, they taught sage how to clip these plants and he knew quite a lot in that area. but, it was part of his inheritance that paid for his bouscher tuition today.

he sat back and waited for a few moments for gracie to answer his question of what made her so happy to be on ehu island. he understood. it seemed like being happy to be somewhere would be more of a feeling people would know, but not often think about why. he didn't exactly sit back listing all the reasons why he thought ehu island was great compared to humboldt when he was sitting alone in his bedroom. no. sage had better things to do..

eventually, gracie just shrugged her cute little shoulders. she told sage that she thought new york was cool, but crowded, and she didn't like the weather. he nodded. he wanted to ask what the weather was like, because really he had no idea, but sage stopped himself. after all, what pretty girl wanted to talk about the weather on any evening? "i could see the crowded part," sage said, even though he had expressed that earlier. "i couldn't live around that many people. i'm definitely not meant for the city. i thought i was. i was almost headed for the city, too. i almost went to school in montreal. i fell in love with this girl there… but then i found ehu island. and, even though i cared for her very deeply, i knew that i would be happy here." sage almost added that jane had just moved there, but he refrained. that was far too much to share with a practical stanger. "new york is much more noisy and crowded than montreal though," sage tried steering the conversation back to the pretty girl with the curls sitting beside him. "did it drive you crazy at times? did you live in a location where you always heard the hustle and bustle of traffic?"

[gracelyn shae grammar]

listening as sage talked about how the city would make him feel with the amount of people surrounding it. he talked about almost going to a school in montreal after falling in love with a girl there. and then he stopped himself, continuing by asking her other questions about the city. instead of answering them, gracie simply said, "tell me about the girl." she loved hearing romance stories, especially romantic tragedies where the hero and heroine were forced to split apart. it made her sad, but at the same time she loved to put herself in the girl's shoes and think of what she might have done differently. often times there were many things she would have changed if placed into the equation herself, but sometimes, especially with real-life romantic tragedies, she found herself empathizing completely with the girl. every once in awhile, there was nothing you could do. it was and end-of-the-road type of thing as well as an end-of-the-world type of feeling. gracie herself had never been in love and therefore never had her heart broken but sometimes she wished she could experience it, just once. not love, she'd like to experience that multiple times in her life. but heartbreak. it was such a present, painful, angering feeling that so many people described. gracie just wanted to feel it for herself. she wanted to know what it felt like to have your heart absolutely shattered into eight million pieces. she wanted to be absolutely angry with someone while still loving them completely.

shaking these thoughts from her head, gracie began to realize that she might not have phrased her last sentence properly. those kinds of stories weren't necessarily things one told to a perfect stranger. the words had been out of gracie's mouth before she'd even realized the thought had entered her head, though, and now she would have to roll with them. in a sense, however, she was kind of glad. she honestly wanted to know. of course, it was his choice whether he wanted to tell her or not, but at least he had the option. a lot of people just didn't want to burden total strangers like that...but if the stranger wanted to know, why not tell them? "i'm sorry," she said, rephrasing her statement so that it sounded better. she didn't want to seem like a total bitch. "only tell me if you want to. but if you want to, i'm all ears." she widened her eyes to seem more innocent, a trick that worked on nearly everyone.

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