Meet Lana.
A professional third wheel at her finest.
You would think being the school's power couple third wheel has its perks.
But really, she's just faced with a shit ton of making out everyday.
Her loud, feisty attitude gives off a too crazy...
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Chapter 31 | Wait It Out
The skies had darken down and I was nearly 100% sure I had saved the world in my past life because Grayson was God's gift.
He spent all afternoon apologizing for his jokes, saying that he should've considered what it would've made me feel like when I was 'already dealing with more shit than I need to'.
Currently, we are watching Black Panther, a favorite of both his and mines. His strong hands were rubbing circles in my back as I still laid lazily in sweats and his hoodie.
"Have I ever told you how good you look in my clothes?" Gray mumbled, kissing the back of my ears.
We had watched this movie since it came out multiple times, the both of us just simply loved rewatching as it was genuinely a good ass movie.
I groaned before giggling and going back to play with his hair.
"Gray?" I asked, curious.
He grunted, silently proceeding to tell me to continue as he laid there with his eyes closed.
"What's going to happen to us after this year?" I pried.
It had just occurred to me that in the last couple of months we were a couple, not once had this question been brought up. We had less than half a year left and it dawned on me that this wasn't a topic to be taken as lightly as we had thought.
"What do you mean?" He questions back, a look of confusion written over his face. It was like he was insulted that I didn't know.
"What?" I shrugged, not knowing the reason behind his intense stare.
"If what you are trying to ask me Lana, is what is going to happen to us after this year, you damn fucking should know you aren't getting rid of me that easily." He smirked, pulling me closer.
I sighed and pulled myself away as I sat up.
"Not just that Grayson.." I mumbled, looking at him square in the eyes, "What's going to happen when we leave high school? Careers? Jobs? Universities? Can we even pull it off?"
My voice cracked as I held back my sniffles.
Stupid motherfucking period.
Playing with my god damned emotions.
"Baby, baby look." Gray soothed as he pulled my chin to face him.
"We can talk about it okay? It won't be a problem. Yes, I have some big goals and I'm sure you do too, but couples sacrifice a lot for each other am I right?" I nodded as I buried my face into his chest.
"If you really want to know, I want to continue football and eventually get drafted." He sighed, looking up at the ceiling.
"It has been a dream of mine; playing on a professional league team with people wearing my jersey and chanting my name. I could make money off of doing what I love and be well-off after my career chooses to end." Grayson tells me, reminiscing of his old thoughts as he smiles at the thought of them.
"But, there are about a million people who I am sure are wanting to go down the same path and its highly unlikely. Football is a huge part of my life, one of my favorite passions and I hope to continue it. Even if it means not playing and just being a coach."
I hum in response, glad he told me his plans but bitter-sweet as I didn't know where this was going.
"I love photography." I mutter.
Grayson chuckled as he pulls me in for a kiss on my forehead, "I know that silly."
"No, I really love it." I tell him again, hoping he would take it more seriously this time.
"I know that Lana. I've seen how happy you get when you hold that little camera in your hand. Even if its for taking the last pictures for our senior memory book. You enjoy it with all your heart. So, pursue it babes. I would want to be the last thing holding you back from this." Gray reassures, urging me to go on with what I was saying.
I stood there speechless, not knowing what to reply.
Eventually, my mouth opened and formed coherent words.
"I love you so fucking much Gray."
"I love you too princess, to the moon and back."
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"I swear to god, why does Mother Nature hate me so god damn fucking much?" I complained for the hundredth time in the last hour.
It was already nearing 10 PM and Bradley and Lincoln had been put to bed as my mom dropped them off to go do whatever.
"Babe, Mother Nature may hate you but I sure don't." Gray smirk as he assured me.
I glared at him before going back to my original position; lying upside down, head hanging off the bed, clutching my hot pack.
"You can leave Gray, it's getting late and I'm sure you don't want to listen to all this god damn complaining." I told him, hugging my hot pack tighter.
Gray continued to massage my feet, regardless of my constant remarks telling him otherwise.
"Nah, I want to be here to keep you company. Unless you want me to leave." He tells me, still massaging.
"I don't mind you sleeping over, but I'll be tossing all night...are you sure you want to stay?" I questioned, curious if he could deal with this bullshit any longer.
"100%." He confirmed, pulling me up from my upside-down position and laying me over to massage my back next.
"What did I do to deserve this?" I asked him, lost in the moment.
"Nothing babe, you just stay your perfect little self that I love so much."
Ladies and gentlemen, your dear whipped Grayson is the best frickle frackling boyfriend ever.
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