Have Faith In Us ✅

18

On the first practice, I wear a surprisingly comfortable black collared shirt, jeans, and have my hair up in a ponytail.

It feels like a dream to watch these boys practice. I even get my own office... kind of. It's the room with the ice tub, my medical supplies, and a desk with my lap top in the corner by a window.

And, of course, Grayson falls and pretends to be hurt.

He exaggerates his limp as he walks over, and I roll my eyes. He sits down and shows me his ankle.

"Wow. You're so brave to pull through this. You must be in so much pain." I say nonchalantly.

"I know, it just hurts soooo much."

"I'm not allowed to kiss you during my sessions. You realize this, right?"

"They don't have to know." Grayson closes my office door and kisses me, pressing me gently up against the door.

I kiss back, but then push him away. "No, Grayson." I say. "It's the first practice. You should be out there. And I have to file out some stuff for this job."

Grayson groans. "Okay, okay. But tonight, me, you, in my room."

"Nope. Me, you, Emily, and Camp Rock."

"Fine. Love you."

"I love you, too."

Gray smiles then walks back out onto the court. I sit at my desk and start filling out the files.

Marshall comes in a few minutes later with a twisted wrist. I help him stretch it out a bit, then hand him an ice bag to keep on there for 5 minutes.

I finally finish the dumb documents to be qualified for this job and share them to the coaches. Holy shit, I've their emails.

I step out of my 'office' and lean against the wall, smiling as I watch Grayson have fun.

Eventually, practice is over. Instead of waking back with me, Grayson walks with all the guys.

I feel a bit hurt, but shrug it off and feel glad he's made friends.

I collect my stuff then head back to the apartment. Emily and I snack on chips as we watch a movie.

After thirty minutes of him not arriving yet, I text Grayson to see where he is.

From: Grayson

At bar with guys

I roll my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose.

To: Grayson

Stop drinking. You're too young.

From: Grayson

I can do whatever I fucking want to

To: Grayson

Alright, but I'm not driving you home. Crash into a tree, not my fault.

And with that, I slam my phone down onto the coffee table, mad at his childish ways.

Emily pats my back, then we continue watching Camp Rock.

An hour later, Gray texts me.

From: Grayson

Hey babe. Drive me hoemwunav 🤗😍😗😋😉😛😂😒😠🤣😑😝😶😔😯🤓

I sigh and shamefully let in. I grab the car keys, pull on a jacket, and drive Grayson's car to the bar near campus.

Gray hops into the passenger seat and kisses my cheek multiple times.

"Thanks baby!" He yells as I start heading back home.

"Mhm." I mutter.

Gray pouts out his bottom lip. "Why are youuuuuu mad?"

"I'm not mad."

"Yeah you areeee."

"Just shut up, please. I'm not in a good mood."

"Why not baby?"

I sigh. I can tell him since he'll just forget by tomorrow.

"This guy is really making me mad since he is ignoring me a lot today. And I'm on my period."

"Awwwww babe! I'll beat that guy up. And I'll clean up your blood spills."

I stifle out a laugh. "Thank you, baby."

I park his Jeep in his usual spot then help him stagger back to the apartment.

Emily is asleep on the couch, so I turn off the television and place a blanket over her.

Grayson runs to my room, so I follow him in.

"Gray, out."

"But I wanna stay with you tonight!"

"Fine, but just for tonight."

Drunk Grayson stares as I get naked, and I smack his head. He giggles, and I change into his hoodie and shorts.

I climb under the warm covers with him and turn off the lamp. He pulls me close to him, quietly (and badly) singing me to sleep.