most beautiful tragedy || g.d.

t h i r t y o n e

"You want to talk?" I ask.

"Yeah, just like have a convo." He chuckled.

"Oh good. I almost thought the type of talk like in the movies." I chuckled.

"I literally just asked you to be my girlfriend and I told you that I loved you. Why would I break up with you?" He laughed.

"I don't know." I laughed. "Sorry. You know how I can overthink quickly."

"Yeah, it's okay." He smiled and took one of my hands in his. "You know I do too."

I nodded and smiled.

"So I know we know like everything about each other, but I do know that there's some things that we haven't told each other yet." He said and scooted closer to me.

"True." I chuckled.

"So tell me something I don't know yet." He said drawing patterns on the palm of my hand with his fingers.

"Uhm, well when I was a baby, I had Scarlet Fever, which affected me pretty badly, and now I have a mark on my right shoulder. Well, if you look at me it's on your left, but you understand where I'm coming from." I chuckled.

"What? No way. Can I see?" He asked and I nodded.

I took off my sweater and pulled my tank top's right strap down, pointing to the big mark.

"Woah. I've seen like something there when you wore off the shoulder and tank tops, but I thought it was just my eyes messing with me." He chuckled as he looked at it. "It looks as if someone spilled boiling water on it and now it's just a mark."

"Atleast it's not really recognizable. You can only really see it when you really look at it." I said and put my sweater back on.

"Can't you tan it the same color or something?" He asked.

"No. Whenever I tan, the rest of my skin goes darker, but that stays it's pasty color." I chuckled.

"Oh damn." He chuckled. "Oh well, your flaws are mine too now."

"That's so cheesy." I laugh.

"I guess." He chuckled. "Okay, my turn."

"I can't wait for this." I chuckled and he smiled and took my hand again.

"Okay, so this is kind of embarrassing, but like around the fifth or forth grade, I had a girlfriend and it was halloween." He started.

"Oh my, where is this leading to?" I asked myself and chuckled.

"Listen, dumbass. Okay so we wanted to do a couples costume thing, and we went as Barbie and Ken." He said shamefully, covering his face with embarrassment.

I started to burst out laughing because I couldn't imagine Grayson in a Ken costume. And as a couple costume too. He must've looked terrible. No offense, loser.

"Stop it." He said trying not to chuckle, but failed. I was still laughing. "Tammy. Stoppp." He lightly smacked me on the arm.

"Okay, sorry Bailey." I said calming down, still chuckling a bit.

"You know," he started and scratched his head. "I absolutely hate it when people call me by my middle name." He raised an eyebrow and gave a slight smile.

"Oh shit, sorry." I chuckled. "I guess I was trying to annoy you in the beginning with it, but now I guess it stuck. But I'll stop if you want."

"You didn't let me finish: I hate it, yes, but somehow I actually really like it when you call me Bailey." He said and played with my hand again. "Ethan tried, but that really annoyed the crap out of me." We chuckled. "I guess it's just because it's you. That's why it doesn't bother me."