Art Is My Passion, But Was He My Art? | G.D

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*beep (txt msg)*
Grayson: hey! Don't forget tonight, wear something fancy, see you in a few 😄
I don't even reply, I just stare at the text, something fancy? I begin to panic, I haven't worn anything other then skinny jeans and a crop top for the past few months. This is going to be funny.
I search my closet and find a beautiful red dress, it stops above my knees and is sparkling, I'm in love. I get some nice black heels to go with it and start to get ready.

"Baby, baby, baby ohhhh, thought you'd always be on my mind. When I was 13 I had my first love-" I scream at the top of my lungs thinking I'm some sort of good singer, I chuckle before getting interrupted by knocking at my door. 6pm already shit! I start freaking out and finish up getting ready and rush down stairs. I take one look at myself in the mirror before opening the door. I pull the door wide open, *gasp* I struggle for words. There he stands a beautiful boy, dressed in skinny jeans, white top and leather coat, his hair freshly done just so one strand stood out perfectly from the rest and his glassy hazel eyes staring right through me, my jaw drops.

"Nice voice" he chuckles.
"Oh god I didn't think you could head me" I shyly say.
"Shall we?" He makes hand gestures leading the car.
He runs to open my door for me, being the gentleman I pictured him to be.
"Thank you"
"My pleasure"

*6:30pm*
We finally reach the restaurant, he is such a slow driver. I chuckle to myself. He quickly gets out and runs around to my side of the car to open my door, ahh I could get use to this. We walk inside and it's breathtaking. Everything is white and beautiful, I feel loved. We have a reserved seat outside, our view is the view of the Harbor with fairy lights placed everywhere, who knew he was romantic? Maybe I shouldn't think to much into this.
"Order whatever you want Halle" he smiles, ah that smile.
We have dinner, I order a chicken salad he orders pizza, typical.

"Dinner was amazing, thank you" I say, feeling bloated.
"Anytime, lets go for a walk along the harbour". He replies excited.
"Wow I've never been here at night it's beautiful!" I say surprised.
"Not as beautiful as my date" he winks, I chuckle.

10 minutes later and we are sitting on the wharf, he told me a lot about his family. His dad is sick, I felt so terrible and heart broken when he was telling me the story.
"So what's your story?" He questions me
"I don't have one". I blankly reply
"Halle, please. I can see it, that's why I'm so attached to you. I can see your pain and see your hurting, don't hide it from me, I'm here for you". His hand resting on my thigh.
My stomach is sinking, my heart is beating. No one has ever said that to me.

Next thing I know I feel his soft luscious lips against mine, I'm shocked at first but find myself relaxing, our lips move in sync, I pull away.
"Gray-" I stutter.
"Tell me Halle" he says concerned.

Do I tell him, or leave it to myself, I don't know what to do, I've never opened up to anyone before but this is different he can see my pain.