Grayson Smith | ✔️

Chapter Thirty-Seven. Meeting The Parents.

Edited.

Song for this chapter: Joy Division-Love Will Tear Us Apart.

I patted down my mustard coloured jumper as I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, things between me and Grayson couldn't be anymore better. After Grayson sprung the sudden news of me meeting his parents today I was a nervous wreck but one tub of ice cream later courtesy of Grayson himself, he assured me that his parents weren't flesh eating cannibals and that I was working myself up over nothing.

His words soothed my mind as did his hugs and constant kisses which we both knew weren't because I was doubting myself over not being good enough to his parents. But then I had to think if Grayson was anything like his parents, i'm sure we would get along just jolly. Or at least, I hoped we would.

For some odd reason Grayson mentioned over text this morning that I should bring a pair of wellingtons with me. I don't know what he had planned but I'm guessing it had something to do with getting down and dirty and no that doesn't include us and a bed.

Since Kimberley and my brother had been spending a good amount of time with each other lately and Kim has an odd obsession with kids, she offered to take Gabriela with them to the diner Stacey admires so much.

I wasn't going to complain, sorry Gabriela.

There was a small gathering going on in Grayson's house today which included some of his relatives and close family friends and if I wasn't worried enough about impressing his Parents, his whole family being there was not going to help.

It wasn't long before we were on our way to Grayson's house with my wellington boots in hand, my nerves were heightened and I could tell Gray could sense that since he had his hand on my knee the whole journey there and played 90's songs which he knew I couldn't help but sing along to.

''Has anyone ever told you Lib that you have the voice of a dying cat?'' He laughed.

I sang or rather screeched louder than I was before making sure to do it right at his ear making him laugh even harder than he was just a second ago but kept all his focus on the road in front of him.

''You're just jealous you don't have a voice like mine'' I said in a sing song tone, ''I'm going to win American Idol, you wait and see Gray as I wow the judges with my angelic voice that makes unicorns cry''.

He raised his brows, a cocky smirk on his adorable face, ''Oh yeah, I don't blame them for crying either Lib. You voice hurts my ears to the point of almost bleeding''.

I chuckled at this, yeah he does have a fairly good point. Even I can admit that my voice sounds like nails scratching against a chalkboard. I punched his shoulder making him pout like a sad puppy.

''You're such a doofus''.

''I'm your doofus'' He replied back, his voice hoarse. He took my hand in his and brought them to his warm lips and left a lingering kiss on the top sending my hand pulsing into a million different tingles.

He was my doofus,my person.

I couldn't help but feel the blush rise to my cheeks and there was no point in trying to hide it, he knew the effect he had over me. If his cockiness doesn't show that then I don't know what will.

 ''So how many people are going to be here?'' I asked starting small talk.

He squeezed my knee comfortingly only worrying me about what his answer will be, ''Don't freak out'' He started, glancing at me quickly with concern washed over his face only making me more nervous than I already was-If that were even possible.