song to listen to when reading: 'ILYSB (stripped)' - LANY (my boys) ((also it has to be this version bc it is more relaxed than the regular version which was kind of the theme of this imagine))
Grayson: my actions were stopped as soon as I heard my doorbell ring. I paused my TV show and walked into the front room, opening my front door.
"hi baby." my boyfriend Grayson said, catching me of guard.
"Grayson? what are you doing here?" I kissed him and moved to the side, letting him into the house.
"i wanted to make you dinner." he smiled sitting on a bar stool.
"at my own house?" I smirked. "i missed you, and I didn't want to wait till the night to see you." I blushed as Grayson pulled me into a hug.
"go put your shoes on so we can go to the grocery store because the only thing you have to eat in this house is fruit and Doritos." I laughed and put on my black combat boots and in 5 minutes we were on our way to the grocery store.
"what do you want to cook?" I asked Grayson as we browsed through the aisles.
"I want to make you spaghetti." he said swinging our hands back and forth.
"then we need to head to pasta."
after Grayson fooled around and recorded dozens of snap chats we had gathered everything we needed/ wanted and made our way to check out. he paid (like the gentlemen the bitch ass bitch would be. I'm sad) and we made our way back to his car. then, after a 20 minute drive (everyone hates la traffic tbh) and multiple Justin Bieber songs we were back at my apartment.
"do you have pots?" Grayson asked unloading the grocieries onto the counter.
"yes I have pots, did you think I didn't?" he laughed as I filled up a pot with water and set it on the stove.
"hey, hey, hey. I said I wanted to make you dinner not help me make dinner, go sit down." he pushed me out of the kitchen.
"Grayson! I wanna help!"
"no, go watch vampire diaries." he said pushing me down on the couch leaving a light kiss on my lips.
"graaaaaay." I groaned while he walked back into the kitchen.
"stop being a baby and let me cook." I rolled my eyes at my stubborn boyfriend, but pressed play nonetheless.
after 20 minutes and multiple spills on my counter, stove, etc, the meal Grayson had prepared was ready. we both made our way to the table and sat down to eat.
"aren't you proud of me I made a whole meal." Grayson said taking a bite of his spaghetti and immediately spitting it out. I laughed hysterically as Grayson scraped off his tongue.
"how did I fuck up cooking noodles?" I calmed down as he took a bite of the garlic bread that had once been frozen, and still was. I almost fell off my seat as Grayson knocked his bread on the table, which nearly broke it.
"fuck." he said staring at his plate and slightly laughing. "do you want an omelet?"
"I'm always down for your omelets, baby." I smiled kissing his cheek and carrying our plates to the sink.
"sorry, y/n." Grayson said hugging me from behind. I chuckled slightly and turned around hugging him back.
"that's ok, but next time, how about you let me help you."
"deal."
the rest of the night was spent with a shirtless Grayson and a pants less me eating eggs and watching murder movies on Netflix.
an: I don't really have shit to say lmao whoops
