fresh || g.b.d

six

"wanna come in?"

i nod, he grabs me by the hand dragging me through the front door and up the wooden stairs. we continue down the hall and into his room, plopping ourselves down on his bed. we chat for a while, laughing every now and then.

"hey gray, do you have a soccer ball?" i'm in one of those moods where you just want to run around and do something. you know?

"yeah, let's play! 1vs1, loser has to..." he pauses to think.

"doesn't matter we'll think of something later." i say.

i open the door and head downstairs, grayson trailing only steps behind. we step out into his huge backyard.

"damn i miss having a backyard." i murmur.

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"good game mate! now, how do you feel about losing to a girl?" i ask holding a pretend microphone up to his face.

"you know, i put up a good fight but i'm just having an off day." he raises his hand and gives a small nod, before we both erupt with laughter.

"i gotta take a shower, just sit in my room for a bit." he says as we walk back inside. once we're in his room he enters the ensuite locking the door behind him. the shower starting shortly after.

i sit down on the edge if his bed, on my phone, and wait for him to come out of the shower. after a while, i lock my phone, letting out a sigh as i lay my head down on his pillows.

i hear the water turn off and the shower door close. the door unlocks and i look up to see grayson standing there, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, water droplets covering his body, his hair damp and messy.

"hey ty?" i shake my head slightly and grin, bringing my focus to his face.

"can you close your eyes please?" -i give him a puzzled look- " i need to get dressed. and no peeking!"

"fine! but i can't make any promises..." my pout slowly turning into a smirk.

sorry for this being shorter than expected.

k. sorryyy

byeeee
j