too good to be true {grant gustin}

are you serious?

light enters the room through a slit in the curtains. i open my eyes and yawn. i go to rub my eyes but feel something on top of my arm. looking down, i see grant sleeping peacefully.

memories of last night come flooding back. smiling, i gently remove his arm from around my waist and step over him, leaving him asleep on the couch. then i re-tuck him in the blanket and giddly walk over to the kitchen.

it was 9 am, didn't have to be at rehearsal until 2... 5 hours to spare. opening the fridge, i grab eggs and then a bowl and pan from the shelf.  i crack and whisk the eggs in the bowl before turning on the stove. i place the eggs on the stove and start making scrambled eggs. when they are finished, i turn off the stove and grab two plates. half of the eggs go in one and half in the other. i get bacon from the fridge and put that in the toaster. while it's being made, i start making coffee with my back to the living room. as i pour in the first cup and move onto the second, i start swaying my hips from side to side. when the second cup is done i turn around, still dancing. then my eyes meet grant's as he propped up his head on his arms at the edge of the couch and was smiling at me.

i make a mini shriekish noise and he laughs.

"cute."

i roll my eyes but before i can reply, the toaster dings and i take the bacon out.

"get up sleepy head.. i made breakfast."

"food!!!" he shouts.

grant jumps out of the blanket and skips over to the kitchen. yes SKIPS. then he hops on one of the stools on the island and i place a plate and cup of coffee in front of him. then i sit in the seat next to his.

before i even take my first bite, i see grant shoving food his mouth. with a mouthful of eggs he muffled-ly says, "these are good!" but it sounds like "tee saw goo!"

after breakfast, grant goes back to his place to shower and i go get ready. 15 minutes after that, he knocks on the door while i'm straightening my hair. "come in!" i shout. i hear the door un click and then footsteps follow. he knocks on the door to the bathroom, "you decent?"

"yeah, come in."

he opens the door and pops his head in. "i have some exciting news, meet me in the living room when you're done." he replies, a smile never leaving his face. now i was curious.. what was he so happy about? quickly finishing my hair, i forget about makeup and walk out of the bathroom.

i see grant still smiling while looking at his phone. i sit on the ground in front of him, criss cross apple sauce.

"soooo." i say like a little kid.

grant tosses his phone on the couch and looks down at me, taking my hands into his. my heart beats uncontrollably. "okay riley-"

"did you get a girlfriend? because if you did, congrats! she must be one lucky-" i start rambling, worried that he actually did get a girlfriend.. which was very likely considering how cute he was.

"no riles.. i want to ask you something." he laughs. "so you know how you said you always wanted to go to comic con?"

i slowly nod.

"well how would you feel about going as my guest next week?" he smiles.

my mouth forms an 'o' and i stand up, jumping up and down. "oh my gosh grant are you serious!?" i shriek.

he nods.

i grab his hands again and pull him up, embracing him in a bear hug, with my legs around his waist. he holds my back to keep me from falling.

"thank you so so so much grant, you have no idea how much this means to me." then without thinking, i give him a quick peck on the cheek. i blush and so does he. "sorry i don't know why i did that." i say hopping down.

"don't worry about it." he nervously laughs.

"i can't believe i'm going to comic con!" i shout again. "i need to start packing!"

"its next friday through sunday but we need to be there on wednesday night to get ready for interviews." he replies.

"so i get to watch you guys during your interviews?" i smile and he nods.

"i have meet and greets and interviews on some of friday and all day saturday but i'm all yours sunday."

"i can't wait!"

"we're leaving in 8 days riles!"

i smile and grab my phone, looking on instagram. 25,402 followers???? "woahhh." i breath out and grant looks over at my phone. he laughs and rests his chin on my shoulder. "someone's famous i see."

"doesn't compare to your millions of followers though i smirk."

"you'll get there.. i promise." he says.

"i highly doubt that."

i look at the time. 1:45 pm. i had to be at rehearsal soon. "i have to leave for rehearsal now but i'll text you soon!" i say, grabbing my pink dance bag from the closet and shoving on my patterned converse.

he slips on his red shoes and walks over to the door. "sounds good, have fun riles aka my comic con buddy."

"wait! i don't know if mr. schreave will let me off of work for 5 days.. i'm still sort of a newbie." i smack my forehead.

"you have nothing to worry about, your boss and i are pretty good friends. he says giving you time off to go is absolutely fine." grant nods.

"i can't believe i'm going to comic con!!"