ᴅᴏʟᴀɴ ᴛᴡɪɴ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ

choose ♡ g

this is currently my life at the moment. v sad :( also based off greys bc why not

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for months your best friend, grayson had been treating you like his girlfriend. nothing was official but he treated you like royalty.

he would come over whenever you needed him, he cuddled with you, kissed you, hugged you everything that a couple would do with the except of sex.

you were sitting on graysons couch with grayson watching the heat and eating popcorn. you were laying on top of grayson as you were cuddled under a huge fuzzy blanket.

(FUCKING WANT)

"who's your wife? a five pound bag of flour with a hole in it?" melissa mccarthy spat at one of the d.e.a's on the movie. grayson bursts into a fit of laughter to the point he almost cried.

"you're so cute." you laughed along with him. "i love you." he kissed your head. you smiled. you continued to watch the movie, laughing with grayson the whole time. at the part of the movie when sandra bullock gets the knife stabbed into her leg, there was a knock at the door.

you crawled off grayson, your back facing the door. when the door opened graysons eyes widened.

"y/n, i'm so sorry." graysons eyes were sympathetic. you furrowed your eyebrows, turning around.

"hi, y/n." a girl evilly smirked at you. you were confused.

"oh you must not know who i am. or at least forgot. danielle. you know, graysons girlfriend." she sarcastically grinned.

"what?" tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

graysons jaw was clenched (fuck me) and his face was read with anger.

"get the fuck out." grayson spat danielle. she rolled her eyes, walking out the door.

"t-there was another girl?" tears started rolling off your cheeks. "i broke up with her, y/n. she wants me back. she was cheating with my best friend." he sighed.

you shook your head walking out the door and drove home. ignoring grayson and his pleads to make you stay.

although you weren't official with grayson, it felt like you were.

after two weeks without talking to grayson, he had come over to your house.

"what do you want?" you spät opening the door.

"i'm coming in and you aren't gonna tell me otherwise." he pushed past you to go to your living room. "we need to talk."

you sighed sitting down next to grayson.

"y/n-"

"no shut up. if we're talking, i'm going first." you spat.

your heart started to get that same fluttery feeling when you looked at grayson.

"i know it's your decision grayson, but the choice is simple, her or me. i'm sure she's really great, grayson but i love you. i've loved you since i was eight. you've been my best friend for as long as i can remember. in a really big pretend to laugh at your jokes that weren't funny, stand outside in the rain waiting for you, let you eat my leftovers or the rest of the ice cream kinda way, that's how much i love you." you sat facing grayson with your legs crossed.

(i wouldn't let anyone eat my leftovers or the ice cream. gray is a lucky boy)

"so the answer is simple. pick me, choose me, love me." you started to cry a little.

(i see you meredith grey. i love grey's too much)

grayson wiped your tears. and smiled at you, but sighed at the same time.

"you're thinking about staying with her?" your heart broke.

grayson shook his head. "no."

"i don't want her."

"the answer is simple, y/n. i pick you. i choose you. i love you." grayson smashed his lips into yours.

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i'm gonna have to turn into meredith grey v soon and say "pick me. choose me. love me." to my best friend that is OBLIVIOUS TO THE FACT I LOVE HIM.