meant to be // grayson dolan

twenty-seven

I am woken up by my ringtone. I groan, looking around. I am wearing only Grayson's shirt and a pair of my shorts.

I slowly move his arm away from my body, and grab my phone. I put it on silent, then I look at the caller's ID. My mom.

I jump off the bed and get out of the room fast. I answer the phone, walking downstairs.

“Morning, mom!” I said, rubbing my eyes.

“Morning? It's one pm there.” oh. Wow. “Anyway. Lucas and I are going to be home in five hours. I hope the house is still intact.”

“Yes, mom. Everything is fine.” I said, then yawned. I am still tired.

“It better be.”

“Have a nice flight, mom!”

“Wait, I called you to ask you something. Could you pick Lucas and I up from the airport?”

“Which airport?”

“Newark.”

“Alright. I'll be there.”

“Thank you, honey. We'll be landing around 6:30 pm I think.”

“Okay. Have a nice flight!”

“Thank you, honey! Bye!”

I hung up, throwing my phone in one of the small pockets of my shorts. I walk in the kitchen and open the fridge. I am not in the mood to cook anything, so I'll just eat milk and cereal.

I lay on the counter, enjoying my simple breakfast - which is more of a dinner, but who cares - in peace.

“And I was hoping for a nice breakfast.”

I lift my eyes and see Grayson laying against the wall, watching me eat. I roll my eyes, ignoring him.

“I am not a fucking chef, so shut up.” I scoffed, finishing my bowl.

“Jesus, you just woke up. What's up with the attitude?” he laughed, while he was pouring some milk in a bowl.

“You are a pain in the ass. That's all.”

I put the bowl in the sink, then I hear the front door being unlocked, followed by a few voices. Shit! My insupportable step-brothers are here with their friends. And I am only wearing a pair of shorts and Grayson's shirt. And he is only wearing some shorts.

“Unbelievable!” I groaned, resting my hands on the counter. “Get ready for a lot of attention!” I told Grayson, who was just enjoying his breakfast.

“Misha, I'll go to the kitchen to grab something to drink!” I heard one of her friends and gulped.

The kitchen door opens and Trisha walks in. Her eyes instantly fall on my boyfriend. I feel the blood boil in my veins as I watch her checking him out.

“Hey, Gray!” she giggled and I rolled my eyes.

“Uhm, hi.” he answered, as he finished eating.

“How are you?” she smirked, getting closer to him. Right in front of me. Stupid bitch.

“Fuck off, Trisha. Get your water and walk away.” I scoffed angrily, and she rolled her eyes.

“What is wrong with her?” she asked Grayson, biting her lip. Now, she's less than a foot away from him.

“I give you two seconds to step away from my boyfriend.” I threatened her, taking a step closer. I look for a second at Grayson, who was trying his best not to laugh. Well, if I were in his position, I would be laughing too.