"can't you just tell me who it is?" grayson says as if he was getting impatient or annoyed.
"why? why is it bothering you?" you ask, a little smile starts to appear on your face.
"because- because i'm your best friend? duh? i'm just curious.." he shrugs, he stares at you, raising an eyebrow, "just give me hints."
"well.. he has a bright smile that could possibly light up a city," you giggle, "he could make a person happy just by showing up, or existing, if that even makes sense." you shrug.
(EW i forgot that i made these a year ago. looking back- i am disturbed.)
he nods his head slowly saying "tell me more."
"he means the world to me. he's precious, if someone offered me one hundred diamonds over him- i'd pick. him, since they're the same thing" you smile, drawing a little flower on the side of your paper.
"what? what does that mean?" he asks, leaning closer looking at your drawings.
"one hundred diamonds is just as worth as you-" you accidentally admit. great job y/n!
"y-you're talking about me the whole time?" grayson blushes, he gives you a warm smile.
"maybe." you shrug and giggle.
"i mean, thats good because, uhh i don't want to sound cringe but i like you too, as in a crush way? i don't know" he scratches the back of his neck, he always does that when he's nervous.
but you didn't expect grayson, your own bestfriend to even like you in that way, but here you are, both admitting your feelings towards eachother.
it seemed fake but real at the same time, you thought.
"let's hang out after school?" grayson asks, you give him an assuring nod, also a smile that made him smile too.
