Saviour. 》 g.d.

6; Secret girlfriends

I was sitting at the dinner table the next morning, painting my nails as I watched the TV from the kitchen. No-one was up yet besides me, so the TV was set on a low volume, with Geordie Shore playing. The most ridiculous show in the world, I know, but it was amusing to watch.

All of a sudden I felt a pair of hands gripping my shoulders and shaking me around, scaring me and causing my nailpolish to go all over.

"Grayson!" I gasped as I heard his loud laugh behind me. I pressed my lips together and shot him a mean look as he walked towards the refrigerator. "Ooh, that looks nice." He sarcastically commented on my messed up finger. "Shut up." I hissed at him, making him laugh again.

I grabbed the nailpolish remover and started cleaning my finger with it, while Grayson took a seat opposite me. "You know, we never took you to the warehouse." He said. "Were you guys planning on it?" I asked him, smiling meagre.

"Yeah, we kind of wanted to yesterday to cheer you up after what happened, but we had to shoot the video with Nate.. so what if we take you tomorrow?" Grayson suggested, warming my heart. I looked up at him from my nails and smiled. "Yeah, I'd like that." I said, nodding my head. Grayson mirrorred my smile, then extended his hand to me.

"Now, paint my nails." He ordered, joking obviously. I laughed and went to grab his hand, but he quickly retreated it. "Come on, you said it yourself!" I said as he laughed. "No one's painting my nails!" He said, keeping his hands off the table. I jumped up and bent over to the other side of the table to try and grab his arm, but he moved his chair back, laughing.

"You would look cute, please?" I begged, pouting at him. "No, I'm not having my nails painted.." he said, then met my eyes. I gave him a pleading look, chuckling. "Let me paint your nails," I commanded, biting my lip.

Grayson pursed his lips, looking away from me. "Fine, but I want them purple too." He gave into me, leaning forward and laying his hand in front of me on the table. I grinned, nodding and sitting at the edge of the chair, and began painting his nails.

He just sat there, his chin placed on his other arm, on the table, as he watched me closely. I bit my lip, painting each of his nails carefully when Ethan walked out of his, or Grayson's, room. "Goodmorning," Ethan said, fixing his hair.

"Goodmorning." Grayson and I both giggled as he walked passed us, towards the fridge. "Am I sexy yet, bro?" Grayson asked as he carefully pulled his hand away and showed it to Ethan. Ethan looked at it after closing the fridge.

"Dáááng, that's hot, Grayson." Ethan said, then burst out laughing. "I think I look pretty sexy." Grayson said jokingly, pulling a funny face. I laughed and jumped up from my chair, grabbing his arm. "I still have to paint your thumb, silly." I said, taking his hand and grabbing it in a way that I could easily paint his thumb.

I could feel his green eyes on me, and I saw him capture his bottom lip in between in his front teeth. I smiled softly as I finished painting his thumb. He retreated his hand, giving an approving nod.

"And now give me your other hand." I said, motioning towards it. "Oh, both hands?" He asked me. "Duh." I said, making him sigh and give me his other hand.

We kept on randomly giggling at eachother as I painted it, and it really made me think about what the hell was happening between us. I was feeling so weird around him lately, and I think he could say the same. Though I didn't want to ask him about it, in case he took it in a wrong way.

When I finished his other hand, I told him to leave his hand there as I screwed the purple nailpolish bottle shut. I placed it beside me on the counter, grabbing another with white nailpolish instead. Grayson gave me a questioning look, but I ignored it, smirking lightly.