imperfections - grayson dolan

three

After I complete my studying for the night, I begin to clean my room. I can't stand seeing my belongings scattered everywhere, it makes me feel better to see them tidy and put back into place.

I notice a dirty sock laying beneath my bed, so I pick it up and place it into my dirty laundry basket. I go to turn, but as I do so, I notice a small crumpled piece of paper, poking out from underneath my white Adidas shirt that I wore to school.

"Shit!" I whisper-yell, totally forgetting Grayson had given me his number earlier today. How could I have forgotten? Is he mad I haven't texted? Does he hate me now? Did he even like me to begin with?

This is another thing I don't particularly like about myself; the fact that I overthink almost every occurring situation, especially including this one. Why do I worry myself, when I could just enter the number and text him?

Great. Now I'm overthinking about overthinking. Snap out of it, Brooke! Just message him, like he wants and asked you to.

I grab my phone and the scrap piece of paper, double checking to ensure I correctly entered the digits he provided me with. I then nervously begin to type away at my iPhone keyboard.

Me: hey, is this grayson?

I set my phone down, too scared to see if he is going to reply. It was stupid anyway, it's not like he'd actually text ba-

DING!

Grayson: yeah hahaha this is brooke right? 😊

HOLY SHIT GRAYSON DOLAN KNOWS MY NAME?! It's ok Brooke, deep breaths. Just reply, act cool.

I re-read the text he sent and; wait what?! He used the blushing face emoji? Ahhh no way!
Wait I should probably reply now, ummm-

Brooke: yep haha

Grayson: sooooo

Brooke: so what..? 😂

Grayson: damn you're cute

He did NOT just call me cute. Me out of all people? Hell nah. This must be a dream, someone please slap me back into reality!

Brooke: me? pfffft

Nice one, Brooke. He totally doesn't know you're sitting on your bed freaking out right now.

Wait till I tell Alexia and the other girls all about this! Not those crazy girls though, I can't afford to let them know.

By "girls", I mean everyone else in my friendship group with Alexia. They're gonna flip with excitement that THE Grayson Dolan chose to give ME his number.

But then I start to doubt myself again. Why me out of all people? Is he just going to pretend to be nice and then make fun of me for the body I have?

and then DING!

Grayson: yes you. how about I take you out to eat thursday night?

What do I say? Yes? Or is it to soon? Is "of course" too desperate? I've never been asked this before, I'm overly confused.

All these thoughts and questions go wild in my mind, before I hear another notification pop up on my lock screen. It's Grayson.

Grayson: hello? I'm sorry, was it too much to ask?

Crap! He thinks I'm not interested, what do I do?!

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Sorry for another short chapter, but I hope you're enjoying the story so far.

Don't forget to vote and comment on each chapter, thanks babes x

-Eliana