◤euphoria◢ g.g [✔️]

[3] facetime call

lilac messed with her hair frantically and attempted to clean herself up while her phone chimed, alerting her she got a text from grant.

unknown: you ready flower?

she didn't get a chance to type a response before getting a call from grant.

unknown
decline | accept

low and behold, there was a messy haired, sweatshirt wearing grant gustin on her screen, and she had to refrain from squealing loudly.

"hey," he said raspy, as if he just woke up. "hey," she said back, tying her hair into a ponytail.

"wow..." grant mumbled before shaking his head, snapping out of a daze like state.

"what? is there something on my face?" lilac paused herself and went onto snapchat, looking for something that would have caused that reaction.

"no, oh no." he chuckled deeply. she went back on facetime and leaned her phone up against her bed frame.

"lets get to know each-other, then? that was the purpose of the call, right?" lilac spoke, and for the first time in forever she didn't feel even slightly shy.

"yeah, yeah.." he rubbed the back of his neck.

"what's your favorite color, petal?"

she groaned angrily. "another nickname?" she giggled.

"yup, and they just keep coming, li." grant responded, popping the 'p'.

"seriously its kinda creepy, after all you just hit me up not even two hours ago." she crossed her arms and attempted her best angry expression.

"you were the one that threw her phone across the room after i followed you."

"that's right, that's right, i dont have room to talk," she laughed, showing her pearly white smile.

"what's your favorite color, miss. monet?"

"i like blue, to be honest."

"really? i thought you were more of a cyan girl," he said, lightening the conversation.

"nope," she paused, chuckling. "what's your favorite color, monsieur gustin?"

"i like red, because..." he looked around dramatically making sure no one was around. "i'm the flash."

she tried to speak but he held up his index finger. "sh! you can't tell anyone!" his humor really made lilac feel so much more comfortable, and to her it felt like she had known him way more than an hour or two.

"i guess we make purple." she sighed, thinking.

"i guess we do petal, i guess we do."