7 Minutes in Heaven | Grayson Dolan

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reese

(first minute)

i just silently walked over to the messy bed, it's sheets halfway stripped off and fluid scattered across it. i'd rather not know. i move it aside with an empty beer bottle standing on the dresser and sit down on the bouncy mattress.

how did i let courtney persuade me to do this? how did i land here? the boy just stands by the door awkwardly, his fingers intertwined with his own as he rock back and forth on his heels.

the room smelt like shit, the windows were shut with the blinds down. i felt like an old teddy bear, unwanted and forgotten when my owner went on a 3 month vacation. it's an odd thought, but that is what i mostly have in my mind.

i think about things that make no sense at all, no matter how much i try to puzzle it up together. my life had been a torture, a horror movie with a minus 10 stars rating. it was absolutely horrifying to be me.

the boy seemed like your average lacrosse player; fit, good looking, slightly tipsy and the silence of a mute. i couldn't quite say that i enjoyed the silence. i looked up at him, patting the spot next to me.

"sit down.", i say, not knowing his name at all. he nods thankfully, stumbles over and collapses next to me. the mattress sinks deeper underneath me and i can feel my toes touch the ground. i smile at him weakly.

"just so you know, i won't be fucking you or some weird shit because i am not a slut.", i burst out saying and he turns his head to face me, a puzzled look on his face.

"i wasn't going to ask.", he promises and his breath of cherry vodka hits me. i take in a sharp breath and nod.

i take everything back about him being an average lacrosse player. he was gorgeous. i look at my folded hands in my lap and untie the blue ribbon tied around my left ring finger.

i take it off and look back at the boy slowly. i study his face like it is a piece of art by picasso. his jawline, sharper than razor blades, defined his cheeks, making me believe that it was stronger than god himself.

his eyes were a hazel brown, soft, delicate and smooth. if you looked harder and if the lighting was perfect, you could see the tinge of the lime green by his iris, which was large due to the alcohol he had consumed.

he was more interesting than this entire situation that i was dragged into for no particular reason. his lips were plump and pink, a perfect consistency to just do nothing else but want to place mine on top.

he had this thing. the one thing that made him so inviting and had me lured in like a mouse in rat trap. i just couldn't pin point what it exactly was.

"i'm grayson.", he eventually bursts the bubble and swings his head back towards my direction, sticking his hand out in front of his chest awkwardly. i could sense nervousness in his aura.

i reached out and took his warm hand in mine, feeling him shake it quickly and let go. "my name is reese.", i introduce myself. he lets his jaw drop and points at me.

"like reese's peanut butter cups?", he asks, a small smile spreading across his lips. he looked very cute and boyish, whatever that really meant. i could just cuddle this strange boy.

"yeah, my mom had a weird craving for those when she was pregnant with me.", i explain and mentally face palm myself. i really didn't need to mention that. maybe i shouldn't have interacted with him at all.

i make social situations into complete disasters. i crowned myself the motherfucking queen of fucking things up in any way possible. the sad thing mostly is, that i even try not to, but still do.

he laughs. man, that laugh had a tune to it and i adored that. he covers his mouth and shakes his head, shutting his eyes and turning away from me yet again.

"sorry, that was disgusting.", he apologizes and i am overwhelmed with shock. he is probably the first guy i met who is anxious about himself. he is just like myself, which will hopefully make things better.

i pluck at a loose strand of my dress when i hear myself say in an alien voice: "no, that was a really nice laugh. i like your laugh a lot."

that is something i would never, ever, ever, say in my entire life. i blink in confusion as he flips his pretty face back. he raises an eyebrow and i feel my head bobbing up and down, nodding.

something was controlling me, taking over my body and i absolutely hated it. i feel my mind go blank and him blushing softly, scratching the back of his head.

"sorry.", i whisper as i get myself back in control. he chuckles and i shut my eyes, scratching under my eyebrow uncomfortably. "it's okay.", he assures me and gets up. i open my eyes and stare at his toned legs.

they were muscular, long and very appealing to look at. i follow my gaze to his butt and mentally scream. how was he so much thicker than i am?

i quickly look away as he turns to look back at me. i remain quiet, staring at the tilted and cracked family portrait hanging off loosely on the white walls, which were splattered with a red liquid that i presumed was wine.

i look at the faces of the people and feel tears rise to my eyes. there was a pair of happy looking parents, their glum son and a cheerful daughter holding a basket of dandelions.

i remember adrian telling someone that he absolutely hated his family, how his sister annoyed him and got all the loving and doting affection and attention, how his dad was never home and how his mother was just like a maid.

i remember being so angry at him, but concealing the anger behind my face and devouring it on the inside. i hated him at that point, because he didn't know how wrong he was.

he was blessed to have such a perfect family, to have such people in his life that will always be there to support him. he always had someone.

i hated my life. it was the absolute worst. i don't think he'd want mine if i told him all about it. i think he'd finally be grateful for what he has in his life. i bite down on my lip.

my vision becomes blurry, flashbacks hit me like bricks, my eyes water. a second more, and i'd be bawling my eyes out all over this stinky mattress. a tear escapes my eyes and i reach up to brush it away.

a hand touches my face, removing the salty water from my matte cheek and i gasp, clenching my jaw in shock. i look up into his two glimmering orbs.

"reese, tell me what's wrong."

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a/n;
i absolutely love this book but it's going to be really short, but idk. hope y'all liked that one, it's more of an introduction thing between them right now...

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