Grayson walks into your room. Angry as can be.
"What happened?"
"Ethan was born, that's what happened."
"Grayson..."
"He tries to gain control of everything that happens with us, who were partner with, who we collab with, who we shoot with-", he interrupts his speech with a grunt as he throws himself on your bed, having his head land on your lap. "I don't even want to film with him sometimes."
You begin to stroke his hair, "It's just a phase-"
"No it's not-"
"You guys are huge, Grayson, he just wants the best for you-"
He interrupts you with his loud and obnoxious sigh. You stare at his long yet straight eyelashes that blink every 4 or 5 seconds, admiring how soft his hair felt against your fingers.
Grayson takes your left hand and slightly places it by his neck, for your hand to light brush his right cheek. Your touched soothed him.
Yet just his voice can soothed you.
"Can I just stay over?", he asks, meeting eyes with yours.
"Sure.", you say with a smile.
You considered kissing him. You nibbled on your bottom lip, looking at his pursed lips. You lightly leaned in slowly, full confidence.
"Better text my mom.", he says sitting up.
As he did, his head and your lip met. Hard.
"Ow!"
"Shit!", he screamed, holding his forehead. "I'm so sorry-"
You were moaning in pain as you held your lip, but was able to say, "Oh my god, are you okay?"
"Am I okay?! Fuck me," oh how bad I want to, "are you okay?!"
"Yeah," not letting your lip go, "no I'm fine, just text your mom, I'm gonna...", then you ran to the restroom.
Once you get there, you take your hand away from your lip and all the blood fell from off your hand and lip on to the bathroom counter.
"Y/n?", he said knocking.
"Hold on-"
He opened the door, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"
"Dude, its fine.", you said, shaking your head.
"Let me see your lip," he said, lifting your face by your chin.
Your lip was pierced by your teeth on impact. He examined you lip, but slowly touching it, pulling it down by his thumb. You just stared at his eyes the whole time.
But his touch....
Didn't make shit better. It burned really bad.
"It's fine, really."
"I can literally see where your teeth-"
"Ow! Grayson!"
"Sorry!", he took his thumb away from your lip and just placed them on your cheeks along with his palms.
He stared at your lips, you stared at his too. The only thought running through your mind was how bad you wanted to kiss, but all he was thinking was so much blood.
Then he looked at you, your eyes met and he cleared his throat.
"Sorry, um, I'll go get you some ice."
Then, he ran out.
God. I just have to get used to the idea that Grayson and I are just friends.
