buddy; grayson d.

sixteen

{song for chapter - midnight city by M83}

kennedy

i push myself off of the ground as i wait for a reaction from grayson, who stares up at me with bright eyes.

he stands up as well, smiling like an idiot as he takes my hand and pulls me towards his garage.

"is this where you kill all your victims." i joke, following closely behind him. he switches on a light as we reach the end of his driveway, illuminating his garage.

"very funny." he looks at me, a stern look on his face. he walks to the edge of the concrete and presses in a code on an electronic panel on the side of the building. seconds later the garage door is being lifted, revealing 4 different vehicles, one of which i've never seen before.

"what's that?" i ask, pointing to the retro looking car. the exterior was blue and white with what looked to be brand new rims. the truck type thing didn't have a trunk, just one big back seat, and two seats in the front covered in gucci leather.

"it's my bronco." grayson smiles, running his hand across the hood, "just got her fixed." he beams proudly at his car.

"it's beautiful grayson." i say. he looks up at me with a huge grin, i could practically feel the excitement radiating off of him.

"get in." he nods his head, pulling open his door. i walk around to the other side and carefully climb in. i pulled the door closed behind me, a squeak sounding through the garage due to the old metal material. i climbed in, slightly shivering at the feel of the cool black leather on the back of my barely clothed thighs.

grayson then reached over me and grabbed my seatbelt before i could, pulling it over my lap, making sure to slowly drag his hand across my thigh. he looked up at me with a smirk on his face, pulling away once he heard the satisfying click of the fastener. he turned in his seat and started the old car, the engine sputtering as it came to life. he carefully exited the garage and drove down the driveway, and onto the streets of suburban New Jersey.

we had the roads all to ourselves, even though it wasn't a late hour. during the drive, grayson reached over and grabbed my hand. he intertwined our fingers and carefully set our hands on the center console, gently rubbing his calloused thumb across the smooth skin of my small hand.

after a few moments, i looked over at grayson as he lifted our hands, bringing the back of mine to his soft lips, and muttering a soft, "precious", all the while keeping his focus on the road. he still hasn't told me exactly where he's taking us, but i trusted him and i knew i would love it. anywhere with grayson just seemed enjoyable to me. even the idea of staying in while we lied on the couch and watched movies was intriguing to me. just being in graysons presence made me happy. i dont know, maybe it's stupid.

before i knew it, grayson and i had arrived to his "secret" destination. all i could tell from the outside was that we were at ikea, i was beyond confused, but by the look on graysons face, it had to be good.

"grayson?" i ask with a small giggle, hopping out of his car, "why are we at ikea?" i furrow my eyebrows and point towards the building. grayson took my hand in his and stuff his other hand in the pocket of his shorts.

"you'll see." he smirks, beginning to walk along the parking lot, dragging me behind him. not literally though.

we walked in through the big glass doors, the smell of new furniture and ikeas cheap food from their market taking over my senses.

grayson yanked me over to the left, towards the aisles and aisles of beds, bedding and pillows. we walked past a row of beds and back to the back shelf, where grayson pulled a fluffy white pillow off and lightly hit me, causing a quiet squeal from me. grayson stood back and laughed at me while i tried my hardest to grab the pillow. he dangled it above his head as he looked down at me, on the tip of my toes, trying to get the pillow from his grip.

"grayson" i laughed, lightly jumping in an attempt to grab it out of his hands. i blushed as a lady walked by and gave us a weird look. while graysons attention was on the lady i grabbed another pillow from the shelf and playfully hit him back.

he turned to look at me, a surprised expression on his face, and placed his pillow back onto the shelf carefully.

"did you just hit me?" he asks, arching an eyebrow. his voice was calm and soft, like velvet. i drop the pillow to my side and look up at him with innocent eyes, jutting my lip out a little bit.

"maybe" i reply, not breaking eye contact as i place my pillow back onto the shelf as well.

"you know," grayson begins, taking a step closer to me. he extends his arm out and wraps it around my waist, pulling myself closer to him, "if i had a house i'd want as many pillows as possible so i could chuck them at you whenever i wanted." with that said, he swings a pillow and hits the side of my head gently, messing up my hair a little bit as i pull myself away from him.

"grayson!" i whine, making an attempt to move my hair out of my face, "my hair looks like shit now" i pout playfully, crossing my arms over my chest. i will admit, i was only acting this way to get a reaction out of grayson. and i got one.

grayson laughed as he placed the pillow back and walked the two steps towards me, "oh, kennedy." he says, grabbing both sides of my face as he approaches me, his face now only centimeters away from mine, his beautiful brown orbs looking deep into my own"you and your hair looking absolutely stunning." he whispers, his breath fanning over my lips as he leans in and connects his plump lips to mine, sending a wave of sparks through my body. the kiss felt electric. unlike anything i've ever felt before. it was like magic. and i know it sounds cheesy, but it made me feel alive. and i never wanted it to end.

hiiiiii

this took 5ever and im sorry. chapter 17 will be up later tonight i promise. hope you enjoyed, i have a lot of things planned for this book.

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