too good to be true {grant gustin}

little quirks

the week went by pretty fast.. time is just flying by these days. eat, sleep, dance, pack, hangoutwithgrant, repeat.

i grab my phone, 4:30 pm.. just on time. hauling my suitcase to the door, i smile to myself. it still hasn't settled in that i would be at comic con in a few days! this is my dream and grant has turned it into a reality. oh grant, that funny, handsome, c- i trip over someone's suitcase and fall. "sorry." i internally curse myself for being so clumsy. the person offers a hand and i look up. oh its just grant.

"have a nice trip?" he smirks, pulling me up but overestimating how much i weigh so i end up smacking my face into his chest.

i laugh, "that trip doesn't compare to the one we're about to go on."

we walk down the hallway, him in front of me since our suitcases bump into each other when we walk side by side. once outside, we enter a limo, the chauffeur putting our suitcases in the back. we sit one seat away from  each other so it wouldn't be awkward to turn our heads to look at each other. "what's your favorite part about comic con?" i ask.

he stares at me for a second and then blushes, "um i like taking pictures with fans, its cool to meet people who  are the reason i do what i do, you know? i wouldn't be anywhere without them."

i smile. it was so cute how he cared about his fans.. grant truly was the best guy i've ever met.

"you look nice today. well i mean you always look nice." he stutters.

i place my hand on top of his. "thanks grant." he takes my hand in his, "from a 1 to 10, how excited are you for comic con?"

"250." i reply.

he smiles. his smile can light up any room. we pull up to the airport and the chauffeur opens the door and takes my hand. "thank you." i turn around to retrieve my suitcase and catch a glimpse of grant with his eyebrows furrowed. i wonder why. i grab my suitcase and so does he. then we walk inside.

the moment we do, a young teenage girl, maybe 13 or 14, runs up to us, beaming. i nudge grant. "looks like you got a fan." i whisper in his ear.

"hi!" he says to her. she nods and then turns to me.

"are you riley kingston?" she asks. i look at grant and hes laughing.

"yes i am." i say, a little confused.

"you're my favorite dancer ever! i'm a dancer too. i saw you on broadway for my birthday last year!" she squeals.

"oh thank you!" was she my fan? i've never been confronted like this before.

"could i get your autograph?" she asks hopefully.

"of course!"

she pulls out a pen and a picture of me from a photoshoot i did for the hotel when i first moved here. "and what is your name cutie?" i ask.

"emma."

"i love that name!" i take the pen and write emma, dance your heart out! xo, riley kingston but instead of dotting my i's i put hearts at the top. she squeals again.

"thank you so much!"

"would you like me to take a picture of you two?" grant asks.

"would you?" she asks, apparently not recognizing grant. she hands him her phone and stands next to me. i wrap an arm around her waist and put the other on my hip. "say cheese!" grant says. i smile and he takes the picture. he hands emma back her phone and she whispers to me, "is he your boyfriend?"