I write imagines... It's kinda whatever, you know? Smut, cute, clean, whatever I'm feeling. I'm pretty chill, I like getting credit for what I create. I post on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. I do take requests, though it's not quite popular. Pre...
I sat in my boyfriend's, Grayson, lap and leaned back into his chest. He hugged me, pulling me backwards so that my back was against his bare chest. He kissed my cheek,
"How are you?" He rocked side to side. I shrugged,
"Fine." I went to get up, but he pulled me back down. He hugged me tighter, making sure I stayed in place. I sighed, annoyed,
"Can you please let me go?" I rolled my eyes. He turned me around quickly, looking at me frantically,
"What's wrong with you? You always laugh when I do that." His eyes got sad. I ignored it,
"Well, today I didn't. So can you please let me go?" I flashed a sarcastic smile, getting up and walking out of the room. I sat in the living room, pulling out my phone and texting Ethan,
Y/N Heyyo
Ethan Wassup
Y/N Nothing much, just feeling really mean today
Ethan Wym 'mean'
Y/N u know what I mean. disrespectful. not nice. what else would I mean genius?
Ethan Damn, u weren't lying.
I scoffed and left him on read. Grayson walked down the stairs and smiled at me. I cracked a small smile and left the room again.
*Next Day (12:30 p.m.)*
I woke up, wrapped in a blanket of Grayson. I felt closed in, my breathing getting short and a thin layer of sweat forming on my body. I pulled myself away from him, breathing deeply as cool air hit my heated face. Grayson stirred, his raspy morning voice echoing throughout the room,
"Babe, what are you doing?" He turned to face me. I stared at him, his eyes softening my angry demeanor slightly,
"I got up. Out of bed. What else would I have done to be standing here?" My sarcasm found its way into my sentence. He looked hurt by my answer,
"Babe are you okay?" His sympathetic voice made my mood worse,
"Yes Grayson. I. Am. Fine!" I stomped out of the room, slamming the door and screaming,
"DAMNIT!"
(Grayson P.O.V)
I woke up without Y/N cuddled with me anymore. I finally noticed her standing at the end of my bed,
"Babe, what are you doing?" I faced her completely. When she looked at me, the angry fire that glinted in her eyes obvious. Suddenly her face softened, but her mood didn't,
"I got up. Out of bed. What else would I have done to be standing here?" I felt like I did something wrong, my face clearly falling from its neutral state to a sad one. I refrained from asking if I had done something wrong,
"Babe are you okay?" I wanted to make sure she knew I cared. She seemed to get angrier,
"Yes Grayson. I. Am. Fine!" She screamed at me, stomping out. She slammed the door, screaming a short curse,
"DAMNIT!" My eyes widened, wondering what in the world could make my girlfriend this mad.
*(2:30 p.m.)* (Y/N's P.O.V)
I finally took a shower, washing my hair and body. When I finished, I stepped out of the shower and blow dried my hair. I chose my outfit,
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I went casual because I didn't feel like doing shit. I pulled my hair into a high ponytail, my fly aways falling and framing my face. I sat downstairs for an hour, just laying there. I then heard Grayson calling my name. I sat up, staying where I was and not saying a word. I heard him again,
"Babe please talk to me. What did I do?" His voice cracked at the end and I ignored it once again. I grabbed my keys and walked out of the house. I drove into the hills of L.A, parking and just staring out of my windshield. I was wondering why I was so mad at life. My thoughts were getting nowhere and I slammed my hands down on my wheel, beeping the horn,
"FUCK! Why is life so damn complicated?!" Tears streamed down my face and I wiped them quickly, punching my steering wheel again. A small knock on my window scared me. I looked to find Grayson staring at me with the saddest expression ever. I rolled down my window,
"What are you doing here Grayson?" I stared at him, trying not to let as much anger as I was feeling reflect in my body language. He looked me in my eyes,
"Because I care about you." He reached his hand in the window and unlocked my door. He opened it and pulled me out, locking it directly behind him. I tried to get back in, but he pulled me into his chest and hugged me tightly. I tightened my arms around his neck as his own tightened around my waist. He sniffled,
"Are you going to break up with me? Is that why you're being so dismissive?" Tears cascaded down his face. I kissed his cheek,
"No. No, no, no. Gray- No!" I hugged him tighter and stopped speaking for a while. He sniffled again,
"Why have you been so distant lately? Are you sure you're not breaking up with me?" His eyes started watering again. I kissed his lips, slowly and relaxing myself more than I was him. He kissed back, grabbing my waist and pulling it into his own. I pulled away, my eyes looking at all of his features,
"I can swear to you. I love you and I plan on keeping you." I kissed his lips again. He laid his forehead on mine,
"Okay." He whispered. I giggled and kissed his nose. He scrunched it up, kissing my cheek,
"I love you too."
*(4:00 p.m.)*
I sat in the office chair in Grayson's room, watching as he worked. He turned around,
"You know, you're still not off the hook. Why were you so mad today?" He situated himself in his chair, leaning back. I shrugged,
"I don't know. I already told you this." I rolled my eyes. He looked at me with a serious expression on his face,
"Are you pregnant?" He kept a straight face. I busted out laughing. Tears formed in my eyes from my lack of oxygen. I took a deep breath and calmed down,
"No. I really hope not. It was just one of those days." I got up and walked out, immediately noticing that I was being dismissive again. I turned back around and entered the room again,
"Now I know what you mean." I sat in his lap and threw my arms around his neck, sighing heavily,
"I don't, and I promise you that I don't, know what is up today. I wanna be around everyone at one point and then I just wanna freaking scream in everyone's face to leave me alone. What's wrong with me?" I whined, drawing out the 'e' in my last word. Grayson kissed the top of my head,
"I don't know, but I do know that you just have to open up and be honest." He spoke slowly, kissing the top of my head again. I nodded, promising silently that I would do so.
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A/N, I feel like this is longer than my normal ones. I'm proud of it tho. More coming. ILY
