-unedited
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~Honey's P.O.V.~
The cold air blew into my apartment,from the air conditioner. I lay across the couch, with half of my body hanging off. The blanket that I had, was now on the floor. Although, my home is cold I'm not. The breeze of the misty coldness delights me.
I close my eyes and the image if a boy comes to me. His eyes glimmer like the lights that bounce off of the ocean at night. His hair is bouncy and cloud like. His muscular arms twitch as my eyes follow up and down his body. Oh my god.
I continue my dark fantasy, but I hear a light knock at the door. I whimper, as my imaginations come to an end. I peel myself from the couch, and tie my sweatpants a little tighter. I open the door to see my best friend, Grayson,
"Hi, Honey." He says, giving me a wide smile,
"Hey." I say.
I walk to my couch and sit down. Grayson sits down next to me, but I notice that he left the front door open.
"Grayson, you left the door open." I say.
I get to close the door.
"Haven't you ever heard of closing a goddamn door?" I ask, rhetorically.
"Sorry. I'm just glad to see you." He says.
I tilt my head, in confusion.
"Why?" I ask.
"I always am." He says, delightfully.
I smile at his words. He's always been so sweet to me. Ever since the first day I met him. He's always been one of the most genuine people I've come to know.
The cartoon that I was watching before he came, plays the next episode.
"Johnny Test, huh? Some things never change, Honey." He says.
Him saying my name made me melt in a strange way. I've had puns about my name my whole life, but he's the only one that could make it seem not as annoying.
"You're so beautiful." He says.
"Thanks." I say.
We sit in an awkward silence. The silence is just as bitter as the once refreshing cold air was.
Grayson turns to me, in a childlike way. His demeanor never fails to make me smile. The way he's always so positive, makes me happy. I'm happy to see him be happy,
"Can I ask you something?" He asks.
"You just did." I say.
He laughs.
"I have to ask you something." He asks.
"Something like what? I ask.
"Us." He says.
"What about us?" I ask.
"Honey, do you consider me a friend?" He asks.
"Yea. I guess." I say.
"Just a friend." He says.
"Grayson, is there something you need to tell me?" I ask.
"No." He says, indecisively.
"Gray." I say.
"I don't want to make this awkward." He says.
"You won't." I say.
I get up from my spot on the couch and climb onto his lap. My legs rest on each side of his legs. He wraps his right hand around my waist, as I hold his left hand. Even thought this action was very drastic, he didn't even seem to notice the intensity of it. He's completely clueless.
