buddy; grayson d.

five

kennedy

"kennedy" someone whispers, poking at my side. my eyes pried themselves open, falling closed almost as soon as they were open.

"kennedy" they repeated, nudging my side once again, i groaned and rolled over on my side, almost falling off the couch in the process.

"what?" i mumble, my eyes still closed.

"kennedy" they spoke again. i forced my eyes open once again, seeing grayson standing right above me. my heart beat immediately began to pick up. i sat up and brushed my bun back, hoping i didn't look like a complete mess.

grayson laughed, "you look tired."

"its fucking 2 am, grayson." i snap, fixing the twisted band of my grey sweatpants.

"so?" he retorts, cocking an eyebrow. he leans down and throws my legs off the couch, sitting down.

"so leave me alone." i say, leaning back and closing my eyes, wanting to drift back to sleep.

"oh come on," he scoffs, "let's play mario kart." he leans forward and grabs the remotes off the coffee table.

"why are you doing this grayson?" i ask, completely confused on why he had been acting the way he's acting.

he gazed at me with a sly smile playing on his teeth, "i wanna play video games" he replies. i scoff and throw my legs onto the couch, tucking them behind graysons body, "play them with ethan." i close my eyes once again and cross my arms over my chest. grayson fumbles next to me, his hands sneaking up beside me as he begins to tickle me.

my eyes shoot open and i bring my arms down to trap graysons hands, but instead he traps mine, now straddling me.

"grayson." i fuss, trying my hardest not to laugh as his hands tickle my sides, "stop" i laugh, trying to get his hands off of me.

"kennedy." he whispers, raising his eyebrows as he looks at me, "stop." he mocks me, slightly squeezing my sides.

i squeal quietly, squirming under him, "grayyyy." i whine, trying to get rid of the smile that illuminated my face.

"kennedy." he says lowly, his hand movements stopping as he looks down at me, his eyes staring directly into mine. they took my breath away.

"grayson." i say back, trying my hardest to hide the affect he had on me, "what are you doing?"

"you're cool ken." he replies, grabbing one of my hands, "i think you're really cool."

"why?" i laugh, "i barely know you."

"i just do." he smiles, climbing off of me. he offers me his hand as he stands up and i take it. he drags us into the kitchen, my hand still in his. he lets go of my hand, leaving me in the hallway, he grabs two water bottles out of the fridge and places them on the marble counter in front of him, "have a seat and i'll tell you why." i hesitantly make my way over to the counter, sitting myself in one of the barstools as grayson sits right across me.

"first of all." he says, a bottle of water in between his hands, "you're hot as hell." he admits, causing me to blush and look away.

"and that." he says. i look back to him, confused on what he meant, "that was so cute." he laughed, placing his elbows on the counter. i blush a deeper shade of red and force myself not to look away.

"you're zach's baby sister." he sighs, "and that just kills."

i look away awkwardly and stare at the floor.

"this whole time i avoided becoming friends with you because it scared me that i thought my best friends little sister was hot." he says, "but fuck it." he shrugs.

i look back up to him, my bottom lip trapped between my teeth.

"you cant like me grayson." i laugh, "that's ridiculous, and you have a girlfriend." i say, fiddling with my hands in my lap.

"she's not my girlfriend." he replies, "she thinks she is, but she's not." he cringes slightly, taking a sip of water.

"it's still ridiculous grayson." i say, taking a deep breathe.

"ken." he says, "i know." he narrows his eyebrows, shifting in his seat. he sighs and looks at the counter top.

"so stop." i say, shrugging my shoudlers, as much as i didn't want to say it, i had to. zach's friends were off limits.

"we both know you don't want me to kenny." he replies, looking back up, his eyes darting directly into mine. it sent shivers up my spine. i swallowed and hopped out of my chair.

"get it over it grayson, please" i mutter, reaching my hand up to fix my hair.

"give it a chance ken." he says, standing up.

"i can't grayson!" i whisper yell, crossing my arms.

"you like me kennedy." he smirks, walking towards the hallway, "we both know." and with that he walked away. like he always does.

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