buddy; grayson d.

one

kennedy

i woke up to the sound of laughing teenage boys. how lovely. i rolled over in my bed, and grabbed my phone that sat on my nightstand, checking my notifications and sending out my snapchat streaks.

i eventually forced myself out of bed and downstairs, where i found 4 foolish teenage boys gathered at the counter in my kitchen.

grayson, ethan, noah and zach.

i stood in the hallway directly across the kitchen, catching zach's eye.

"hey ken." he smiles, raising his hand.

i roll my eyes but crack a smile, "morning." noah snorts causing me to pull my gaze away from my brother and onto him. i walked closer to the boys in the kitchen, cocking an eyebrow, "what's the problem, noah?" i smirk, crossing my arms.

"i just think your guys' relationship is a little weird." he admits, shrugging. he sat in a barstool with a glass of water right in front of him. i walked until i was at the edge of the kitchen counter, right next to grayson. i could smell his cologne and grew weak to my knees as we made eye contact, causing my heart to skip a beat. i averted my attention back to noah and without saying anything else, i swiped up the glass of water and splashed it at noah. he stood up immediately, wiping at his clothes.

"bitch." he mutters, about to walk out of the room.

"hey" grayson says causing me to look back at him, he was shaking his head as noah looks at him, "none of that." his jaw clinches as his eyes narrow into noah.

what? the fuck?

noah looks confused and almost says something else but decides to brush it off and walks out of the kitchen, still wiping at his ugly ass clothes.

meanwhile grayson had the greatest style i've ever seen in a guy. he wore a black t-shirt that clung onto his huge biceps, a pair of ripped dark wash jeans, and a pair of white huaraches.

he was so hot.

ethan, he was too. but i preferred grayson.

"anyways." i say, breaking the awkward silence that had taken over the room, "zach do you still need me to pick up your timbs when i go shopping today?"

"huh?" he looks up from his phone, "oh yea, um grayson was actually gonna go get those for me, but if you need to shop i'm pretty sure you can just go with him, he'll drop you off so you don't have to take your car." he says, a blank expression on his face as he waits for me to answer.

"uh- okay." i reply, looking to grayson, who was leaning against the counter, his forearms supporting him, with his eyes already on me.

"i don't mind." grayson smiles, raising his eyebrows a little.

"okay, i'll be down in 10." i squeak, racing back up the stairs.

not gonna lie, i was a little nervous, and i wanted to look really good if i was gonna be alone with grayson but it's so early and i don't feel like trying, especially today.

i ran into my bathroom and quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth.

i walk over to my closet and grabbed my adidas originals colorblock sweatshirt, since it was a little chilly this morning, and a pair of simple black leggings.

after i get dressed i throw my hair back and tie it with a black scrunchie, and slip on some white vans. i apply a little perfume and a little mascara before grabbing my wallet and phone off my nightstand and heading back downstairs, where grayson stood in the dimly lit foyer, waiting for me.