Grayson Smith | ✔️

Chapter Fifty. Prom pt.ii.

Edited.

Song for this chapter: American Bird-Flightless Bird.

We had finally made it out of my house after persuading my Mother to stop with the dozens of photos she was taking of both Gray and I and then me by myself and with my wishes, Gray by himself too.

Becca was out of the limo window waving at me enthusiastically, I couldn't help but laugh at her excited state and wave back. I also felt bad for having them wait for so long but when she informed me there was champagne inside, I knew they were doing just fine.

''Lib'' Gray called from beside me, his voice almost in a whisper.

''Hm?'' I hummed, diverting my eyes away from Becca as she got pulled back into the limo by Kimberly who was sitting with my brother by now.

Don't worry, our Mother took plenty of photos of them too.

I looked at Grayson, a nervous smile on his face. ''You okay?'' I asked, concern etching its way into my veins.

He nodded, his dimples sinking through making my heart swoon. ''Give me your hand''.

I furrowed my brows but gave him my hand anyways, ''You know Gray,if you're going to purpose, I'm going to decline. I want to be done college first'' I joked, my voice showing that I was being sarcastic.

Both Gray and I knew marriage wasn't in the cards until after college, when we had things going well for the both of us. We knew marriage was something to be well thought about, and trust me we have talked about it, but not for anytime soon.

Marriage was something not to be rushed into, it was something that celebrates your love for one another for today, tomorrow and all of eternity. Statistics prove half of marriages end in divorce and I'd like to think majority of those marriages ended because they weren't thought about enough. They were simply rushed into because one was feeling lust and not love.

''No, Libby. I'm not purposing'' He chuckled with a slight shake of his head. He reached around with the hand that wasn't holding mine and reached for a small box he had on the porch stand where there was a candle we use to light every day of December.

He opened the small box, too big to fit any sort of ring inside which blew my nerves away. I didn't want to rush into marriage right now, but ask me in maybe five to ten years and I'll more than likely have a whole different answer.

My heart gasped at the beautiful corsage, I smiled at Grayson who still held a nervous expression. ''I didn't know what colour dress you were wearing but the lady working at the shop said you can't go wrong with a red rose. Seems she was right'' He mumbled out, his voice fidgety like he was a child telling his first childhood crush he likes her.

It was beautiful, the red rose went perfectly with my navy dress. Call it a coincidence or whatever, but he knew me so well that without even knowing what colour dress I was wearing he still opted for a dark grey tie that matched accordingly to his navy tux.

''It's perfect'' I beamed as he put it on my wrist.

He dramatically wiped his forehead and blew out a breath he wasn't even holding making me chuckle, ''Well I for one am glad that is over with''.

I shook my head at his nervousness not knowing why in the world he was like this, ''Why were you so nervous about it?'' I asked as we walked hand in hand down to the limo.

He frowned, not in a sad way but more so in a questioning way. ''I don't know, I guess seeing you in that dress would make any guy nervous''.

I blushed at his words, looking down at the burning pavement as we walked.