too good to be true {grant gustin}

grant the giraffe

i hop out of the car and so does grant. "i can't believe im actually here!" i say in awe. he was taking me to the set of the flash today, and i couldn't be more excited. i met some of the cast (besides danielle and carlos) over skype the other day and its going to be so cool to see them in person!

"they're pretty funny people, you'll fit right in." he nudges my shoulder as we walk towards a building.

we approach a door and he opens it.

"miss kingston."

i curtsy, "thank you mr gustin." inside, a bunch of smiling faces welcome us.

"hey grant!"

"grant! whats up?"

"who's your lady friend?"

"whats that cutie's name?"

i bite my lip and blush.

"her name is riley, shes my best friend." he pats my shoulder.

ouch. for some reason, those words sunk to the pit of my stomach and made me feel some indescribable way. but i can't expect him, a handsome actor, to like me, an ordinary girl, as anything more than a friend.. can i?

i clear my throat. "so this is your natural habitat?" i nudge grants shoulder.

"you make it sound like im a wild giraffe or something." he replies.

i raise an eyebrow, "you are a giraffe.. i mean you've got to be over 6 foot." it was true. he towered over my 5'5 frame.

"well i mean i do like giraffes.. after dogs that is-"

"okay grant the giraffe." i wink.

"which reminds me, i have two dogs: jett and nora. they're with my sister in the states now but she's bringing them back in less than two months. can't wait for you to meet them!!" he claps his hands and smilies like a geek. hes so adorable oh my gosh.

"i love dogs! always wanted one but i just never got around to it."

"okay everyone go to your trailers and get ready!" the director shouts.

"you wanna see my trailer?" he asks.

"oh you don't have to take me with you i'll just stay h-" grant cuts me off and gently drags me by the wrist to his trailer.

he opens the door for me and i walk in. pretty nice space if you ask me. "well i'm going to go get changed in the bathroom, be right back." he picks up the items of clothing that had been laid out for him.

"oh uh you can stay out here and change... sh*t that came out wrong.." i stutter. "what i mean is.. can i use your bathroom? and you can like you know change out here?" my face turns crimson red.

he gives me a lopsided grin. "sure riles."

i turn around and go to the door on the left.

"thats the closet." he laughs.

"psh i knew that." walking over to the other door, i grabbed onto the handle and tried pushing it. it wouldn't budge. i could feel grant's eyes on my back.

"maybe you should try pulling it, works for me." he laughs from behind me.

"oh uh good idea." i walk in and shut the door behind me. wow i was doing a great job of embarrassing myself. i do my business and then open the door a crack. from the little slit i see grant shirtless. his back muscles were a work of art. "grant? you done?"

"yeah you can come out." he says as he pulls on the sweater.

i walk out. "hey barry allen.. what did you do with grant?" i joke.

"i ate him." he replies nonchalantly.

my eyes went wide and i started giggling. giggling turned into laughing which turned into me falling onto the floor trying to stop laughing.

"help me find my white converse before i eat you too." he jokes.

he offers a hand and i stand up, searching around for the missing shoes.

"got them." he says shortly after. grant slips them on and then we walk back outside to meet the cast and crew on their filming location.

while they filmed, i sat on grant's chair and watched them, amazed at all of the work being put into making each episode. now i loved the show even more.

at the end of the day, around 8 o'clock, they wrapped up and grant and i said our goodbyes and walked back to our hotel. it was still pretty early so we headed back to my room, after grant stopped at his to change into gray sweats and a red tshirt.
"i'm going to go change now. make yourself at home." i toss my purse onto the kitchen counter and then go to my room. since its a little chilly in here, i decide to put on my fuzzy unicorn onesie. after zipping myself up and putting on the hood and slippers, i walk out to the living room to see grant bundled up in a blanket like a burrito. i turn the lights off, smiling, and i walk over. he looks at me.

"hey there rilecorn.. get it? its riley and unicorn mixed together."

"hola grant the giraffe. you look comfortable." i smirk.

he unravels himself and stands up, stretching. i just stand there looking at him.. well his strong, muscular arms.

he catches me staring, "like what you see?"

i roll my eyes and lie down on the sofa.

"hey! come on riles, i was sitting there." he pouts like a two year old.

"well there's still room." i pat the area of the sofa in front of me. the cushions were pretty wide and could just about fit the two of us.

he lies down facing me, his body less than 3 inches away from mine. his head is propped up on his arm as he throws the blanket over the two of us.

my heart beat quickens.. he was so close, yet so far. i sigh,
he shivers. if i wasn't wearing long sleeves i would be too. why was it so cold in here? probably put the air conditioner on too high this morning. i wrap an arm around him and he smiles.

"thanks."

"no problem." my hand touches his arm, which is noticeably cold. i rub it, trying to warm him up and he yawns. i look at him.

"tired?"

"nah." he shrugs.

grant's eyelids are drooping. he should probably go to his room to sleep and leave me in mine now. but i was so comfortable. and i didn't want him to leave. so i placed a hand on the back of his head and pulled it into the crook of my neck.

in response, he wrapped an arm around my waist.

after a moment, his breathing slowed and i knew he had fallen asleep.

"goodnight grant." i close my eyes, holding him in my embrace.