torn • g.b.d

I//so much better

"Rise and shine, princess," I heard someone speak softly into my ear.

"What time is it?" I groaned, looking at the clock. My eyes widened when I saw that it read, '7:50'.

"Holy shit, Gray we have ten minutes to be on the freaking road!" I exclaimed, jumping off the still made bed and throwing an outfit out of my suitcase on the chair and over my shoulder.

"Hey, baby girl," Grayson wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, making me stop.

"What?" I asked, out of breath.

"The clock is ahead by an hour," he chuckled, kissing my neck.

I instantly relaxed, melting into him. "You know," I turned around to face him. "I'm gonna kill you for that," I kissed him on the lips.

"I know, sweetheart," he kissed me again. "I know."

He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his torso, then he pushed me up against the hotel room door.

He kissed me roughly, both arms wrapped around my back. My arms crossed behind his neck, my hands finding his hair like all those times before.

"I love you so much," he mumbled against my lips.

"I love you more," I grinned.

"I love you most," he kissed me with all the passion he could, then we broke apart, panting.

He held me up and threw me on the bed, climbing on top of me, removing his shirt. He kissed me once more, and we just continued making out until my alarm went off, signaling that we needed to get our asses ready.

I changed into a black crop top, light ripped jean shorts with a flannel around my waist, my adidas, and I put my brunette hair into a braided messy bun.

Grayson came out of the bathroom in a blue t-shirt with a pocket on the left side of his chest, grey jeans, and white converse high tops.

We began packing up the rest of our things, and we went to go brush our teeth.

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"Alright, road trip part two!" He shouted as we walked out of our room.

"Gray, shh! There are people trying to sleep," I punched his shoulder lightly.

"Right, right, sorry," he whispered, kissing my cheek.

We checked out of the hotel and walked into the parking lot. He took his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the car.

Being the sweetheart he is, he opened and closed the car door for me, then got in on the other side.

He started up the car and we began driving to our next destination.

This time, I made Grayson play his music.

"I'm not arguing with you about this, Gray! Play your goddamn music and be happy!" I laughed. He laughed too, handing me his phone and telling me to go on Pandora and play the Nicki Minaj 
station.

"You are one weird boy, Grayson," I chuckled, putting it on.

"Oh, am I?"

"Yep," I plugged in the aux cord. "Which is why I love you."

We jammed out to Nicki, Ariana, Drake, Rihanna, etcetera until we stopped at a pizza place.