undercover ➳︎ grayson dolan

three,

This wasn't me. Staying at a boys house the night that I was just broke up with. Of course, I wasn't the one doing the dumping. But this is Grayson Dolan, the boy I was in love with for four years of my life. The boy who I spent a countless number of sleepless nights laying in bed thinking about. They boy who I never had I chance with, figuring he was dating the most perfect girl in the school at the time.

Her name was Lauren Hamlett. The gorgeous head cheerleader, long brunette hair, clear blue eyes. I didn't have a chance, I never did and I probably never will, even if I did still like Grayson. Which I don't.

"Um, where's you bathroom?" I awkwardly ask him.

"Oh- it's over there" Grayson points down the hall and I nod, following in his directions.

When I make it to the bathroom, I take the loose hairband on my wrist and put my damp hair up. I then wash my face with water, getting all of the makeup off.

I honestly didn't care if I didn't have any makeup in from of him. I was never the girl to be really self conscious about wearing no makeup, maybe because I rarely wore it.

I left the bathroom and looked around, not finding Grayson anywhere. I looked into a room, noticing it was Ethan's because of the lights off. Then, after hearing his shuffling in the other room, I walked up to the door frame.

"So you can sleep here and I'll take the couch." He says, picking up some loose clothes on this floor.

"You sure?" I gulp, feeling bad about talking his bed.

"Yeah," he starts before bending up, looking me up and down. "Do you need a shirt or something?" He curiously asks.

"Yeah, thanks" I smile a bit, thankful that I could finally get out of this tight dress.

Grasyon digs through his closet before pulling out a large army green t-shirt and throwing it to me. I smile as he leaves the room, allowing me to get changes. I fold my dress by my shoes across the room. After a minute, I walk back out into the kitchen where Grayson was.

He turns around and tried to say something, only getting but off my looking me up and down again. I honestly didn't know what he was looking at through, the shirt looked like a large boxy dress on me.

"Um, do you want anything?" He raises an eyebrow while pouring himself a glass of water.

"Yeah, sure. Water please" I say, talking a seat at a bar stool. Grayson quickly hands me a glass of cold water and I take a few sips, us sitting there in silence. I glance at the clock.

4;56am

"Well I should go to bed," I purse my lips and start to make my way to his room. "Goodnight, Grasyon."

"Night, Aubrey." I hear him say as I turn into his room.

I sit on his bed and lay down on the soft sheets. They smelt like mint and cologne, relaxing me a bit. I soon found my eyes wondering around his room, looking at the many high school sports awards he earned throughout the four years. I didn't know why he still had them on display.

It's now been a while and I accepted the fact that I couldn't fall asleep. Too many things were running through my mind at once like a large stampede of horses. I decided to stand up out of bed and softly walk out of this room. I noticed the tv on in Grayson's living room. I could also see the light of his phone screen from the couch.

"Grayson?" I quietly said and the boy leaned up from the couch, looking at me confused as I stepped up to where he was sitting.

"Can't sleep?" He looks at me sadly and I nod, sighing. He pats the couch, signaling for me to take a seat next to him. I follow and sit down.

"I know breakups are hard. Trust me, my first heartbreak was like pre hell" He leaned back and turned down the volume on the tv.

"It's different for boys though. You don't know how bad we take it." I shakily exhale, wanting anything but to cry again.

"Aubrey, trust me on this," Grayson starts and I turn to him. "Whoever this boy is, I'm sure he made a big mistake. I may not know you well but I do know when I see someone who has potential. Listen to me when I say this boy isn't worth your tears."

When Grayson finishes, I don't realize a few tears have fell from my eyes.

"Wow I didn't know you could be so good at advice." I laugh but, wiping away the water from my eyes. Grayson sadly smiles at me.

"What was it like?" Grayson asks and I look at him with a confused face. "Liking me for four years and getting no attention at all from me?"

I was quickly taken aback by the question, my face heating up. I didn't know how we knew about the crush but then again, I'm sure everyone knew.

"I got used to it I guess. I've moved on from that now though." I pull my knees up to my chest.

"I'm sorry for that. I don't know what that's like." He said and actually seemed really sincere about the topic.

"It's okay, Grayson. I promise." I purse my lips and look into his eyes. I notice his lips slightly part as he searches mine.

"You cold?" I he asks and I quickly nod. He moves his hand, signaling for me to come closer to him. He puts the small blanket over my legs and his.

"So what happened after you graduated? What happened with Lauren?" I couldn't help but ask, knowing that everyone thought they were inseparable in high school.

"I ended things after our first year of college. Things got too hard and she became too caught up in parties." He admitted and I slowly nodded.

"And I'm guessing your partying stage died down?" I raised an eyebrow, knowing that Grayson threw a party almost every night after a lacrosse game. He was known as quite the partier two years ago.

"Yeah. I wanted to focus more on school" he agreed.

We sit in quiet for a moment, listening to the the cooking show playing on the tv at the moment.

I yawn and I slowly feel my eyes getting more and more heavy. As I'm merely half asleep, I feel Grayson's arm wrap around my shoulder. I lean slowly into his chest and fall asleep.