I know i'm not your only, but at least i'm one. i heard a little love, is better than none.
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Grayson ends up driving us to the diner, after an entire minute of arguing. I told him several times that he was just going to have to drive me back to get my car, but he insists he doesn't mind.
It reminds me of the night so many nights ago when we went to the diner with all of his friends. And then after, when we made out by my car and I thought he wanted me to go home with him to fuck. I kind of wish I did, got it out if the way. Would have saved a lot of shit.
"Hey, we're here" Grayson speaks gently, interrupting my thoughts. I look up to see the diner.
"You alright?" he asks carefully. I nod.
"Yeah, sorry. Just daydreaming" I tell him, opening the door to get out.
"Don't apologize" he says simply. I choose not to answer.
I shiver in the night air, and Grayson is quick to notice.
"Here," he mumbles, taking his hoodie off without hesitation.
God, this is giving me deja vu.
"It's fine, I'm not even-"
He's pushing the hoodie over my head before I can finish my sentence.
"Jesus Christ" I mumble, but let him pull my arms through the sleeves. I feel like a child.
"Better?" he chuckles. His hoodie engulfs me and it is quite warm. I barely nod my head.
We go inside and Grayson takes my hand to stop me before I can go sit down with Atlas and Maggie.
"You want a milkshake?" he hums. I think for a second before shrugging. I don't think I can finish one.
"You wanna split one?" he continues as if he can read my mind. I nod shyly.
"What flavor?"
"The one you had last time?"
He nods and lets go of my hand, walking to the counter to order it.
I sit down in the booth across from Atlas and Maggie, who are staring at me in shock.
"What?" I ask cluelessly.
"He's fucking whipped for you, how'd you do that?" Maggie questions. I chuckle but shake my head.
"He's not, we're barely friends," I say honestly. They both give me a suspicious look.
"Sure" Atlas scoffs. I shrug.
"He doesn't wanna be anything more," I tell them, even though Kristina told me I'm wrong. They both practically jump out of their seats.
"So you like him!" Maggie whispers like a middle schooler. My eyes widen and I look back to make sure he didn't hear.
