noun. someone who is in love; someone who writes about love.
in which grace starts dating the frat hockey boy to prove to her friends that she's over her ex.
"cmon grace. is it something i need to help you with?" brendan asked.
"no." grace mumbled. she burried her head in the blanket, not wanting to cry in front of brendan.
all these emotions were giving grace anxiety, and she definitely didn't want to have a panic attack here.
"what is it, cause you're kind of scaring me." brendan whispered. grace heard the boys come down the stairs so she lifted her head up off the blanket. the boys passed by and smiled at her, her giving them a slight smile back.
grace couldnt form the words she wanted to say together. the boys walked by again, going back upstairs to the lounge.
"i just, i don't know. my anxiety and my emotions are all over the place, and then i'm not getting enough sleep so it makes everything feel worse. my roommates are being assholes and i just can't take them anymore. i feel like if i'm around them, i just want to rip my hair out and scream. i mean, that's how i feel all the time. i want to rip my hair out and scream because i hate feeling depressed and i hate taking my medicine and my friends are assholes and school is kicking my ass." grace said, her voice shaking every so slightly.
tears formed in graces eyes and her hands started to shake.
"why haven't you been taking your medicine?" brendan asked. he reached for graces hands, but she hid them underneath the blanket.
"it makes me feel depressed. ever since we started hanging out, i felt like i haven't had to take it. i feel safe around you. you make me feel happy. when im with you, my anxiety disappears. i fucking hate having anxiety. i've had it my whole life but none of the medicines have helped." grace told him.
"except when you're around me. im the only thing that calms your anxiety?" brendan questioned. grace nodded her head and looked down at the blanket.
brendan noticed a tear slip out and he moved closer to her. he made her lift her head up and he wiped the tears that were spilling down her cheeks away with his thumb.
"i like you brendan. like actually." grace whispered. brendan furrowed his eyebrows and looked at her confused.
"i like you too." brendan said.
"no, like more than a friend. this whole fake-dating thing has just made me realize that i really, really like you." grace whispered.
she didn't bother looking up at brendan, not wanting her heart to break if she saw is facial expressions.
"grace, i don't know what to say." brendan said.
"yeah i really just embarrassed myself didnt i?" grace asked.
"no, you didn't." brendan assured. "how long have you felt like this?"
"since the first date.." grace admitted. the two were still being quiet due to the boys still being upstairs and possibly listening in.
"but now i feel dumb for telling you this. you probably don't even feel the same way. gosh, im babbling again. i-i should go." grace started to get up but brendan pulled her back down onto the couch.
"don't feel dumb, grace. you're just expressing your thoughts and your emotions, which is good. it's better than bottling it all up." brendan told her.
"and, i feel the same way about you. ever since we ran into each other in the park. i agreed to do the fake dating thing just because i wanted to see how good we would be together." brendan admitted.
grace smiled felt her cheeks heat up. brendan noticed and smiled too. he pulled her on top of him and laid down on the couch. he resumed the movie but ultimately watched grace.
"stop watching me." grace mumbled. she moved her head to look up at him. he noticed her cheeks were red due to the embarrassment.
"no." brendan said.
"why?" grace questioned.
"because you're beautiful." brendan told her. he kissed her forehead and went back to watching the movie.
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