Good girl, bad boy. g.d fanfic

-24-

[theyre both 18 now btw]

-Bella
I messed up. Like I always do. I believed Ana more than I believed my own boyfriend, wow, how pathetic could I possibly be? How could he still want me after what I've done?

As I sit here, dreading my existence, thinking about the mistakes that I've come to, I realize one thing, one thing that'll help people, people like me - or anyone in general -  many people seem to get the idea that they must rely on anyone who they get close with. They feel the need to always go to that exact person whenever they're feeling upset, but I have a question, why is that?

I've realized that the only person you can really truly rely on, is yourself, and only yourself. Because, if you rely on others more than you rely on yourself, it'll get you nowhere, I mean it.

Everyday I think about what the possibilities are of having a life with no drama but I realize that, that's not possible. There'll be drama everywhere you go. You can never run away from it, no matter what you do, so take it from me, the idiotic, but, informative girl, who's been living with drama since she first moved to Los Angeles, California.

I lay in bed feeling quite nauseated, the things that I've dealt with this week were the most troublesome problems I've had to deal with in years. My thoughts were interrupted with a "hey" from a beautiful voice, a voice that I've grown to love and remember. A voice that even though I've hated, I've loved. A voice that was Grayson's.

I could instantly feel the heat grow on my cheeks as he sat down next to me on the bed that I lay on. His stare was concentrated directly on my face, I looked away in embarrassment as I began to remember how much crap I've caused him. Than I realize I shouldn't be waisting the time that I have with him.

I turn to face him as my eyes rummage all over his features. His beautiful silky brown hair, almost a gold kind of colour at the top. His gorgeous hazel eyes sparkling every time he blinks. I grin at the thought of him smiling, that's something I'll never get used to no matter how long we're together.

"What are you thinking about?" he wonders, his eyes squinting as he tries to think of something creative, "your smile" I protest. "What about it?" He says grinning, "I'll never get used to it" I could instantly feel the heat rush over my face as he stare deeper into my eyes.

I slowly trace my finger down his jawline as my eyes concentrate on his beautiful hazel eyes. "Bella?" He chokes out, "hm" I hum continuing to trace my fingers up and down his jaw, "I've-" he takes a breath before continuing "I've realized something in these past few months I've spent with you" he states.

"What's that?" I ask, "I've uh, I've realized that I never want to leave you, no matter what happened in these few weeks. My heart belongs to you and only you. I've loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you, and that will never, ever change, I will love you-" he pauses, scrambling to find the right word, "forever" he protests.

I was utterly shocked, completely confused, why would he want me after everything I've done? How can he even look at me without getting sick to his stomach? "What are you trying to say gray?" I question, moving away from his rough grip and sitting criss-cross on the bed.

"What I'm trying to say is, I've never stopped loving you since the day I met you and that will never change, so-" he pauses, pulling out a small square box, "will you Bella Marie Campbell, do the honours of being my wife?" His grin touching his eyes as he chuckles.

I was speechless, the love of my life just proposed to me, I'm going to be a fiancé that word sounded too cliche for me. Tears were falling down my cheeks by the time I processed what was happening. I laughed once and nodded. "Yes, yes I'll be your wife" I laughed, wiping the tears off my eyes.

I jump in his arms giving him a tight hug, "I love you" i said through tears. 

"I love you too, forever."
"Thats all I'm asking"
As he slides the ring on my finger he whispers one last word in my ear.
"Forever"

The End.