Regretting You||E.D. fanfic

XI

song: goodnight n go by ariana grande

Alyssa's POV:

Once we get inside, Peyton walks into the kitchen and I sit on the couch. I close my eyes and put my hands on my stomach, fiddling with my fingers. I feel my hands buzz and realize someone's calling me. I grab my phone and sigh.

"Hey, Grayson. What's up?" I ask with very little emotion.

"I just wanted to talk about everything. Did you tell Peyton?" He says nervously.

"Yeah. She's just as confused as I am." I say as Peyton sits on the couch beside me.

"Well, why don't we talk about it so neither of us are confused?" He chuckles and I smile.

"Then let's talk, Gray." I laugh.

"Maybe I should come over instead and we talk? It'll probably be easier, right?" He asks and I can hear the nervousness in his voice.

"Yeah! Come over. I'll see you in a bit?" I smile and I feel Peyton push me and hit the arm of the couch.

"Yeah, see you soon." He hangs up and I lean my head back.

"GIRL I SWEAR TO GOD IF SOMETHING-" Peyton yells.

"NOTHING IS GONNA HAPPEN CHILL OUT."

"Alyssa, you said that the last time and look what happened. Do you really thi-"

"YOU CAN STAY IN THE ROOM WHEN WE TALK! OKAY?!" I groan and hear a knock on the door. Peyton and I gasp and I run to the door. I put my hand on the door knob and open it.

"Hi." Grayson says. I look down his body, only moving my eyes, and see he's in sweatpants and a jacket that's slightly open.

And he has no shirt...

"Come in." I open my arm and welcome him in.

"Heeeey Peyton." Grayson says as he does the silent wassup. We sit down on the couch and Peyton moves to the bar and sits at a stool.

We sit there in silence for a minute or two until Peyton disrupts it. We turn our heads and look at her.

"So are you guys gonna talk or what?" She asks with attitude.

Grayson leans over to me and whispers, "Is she going to be here the whole time?"

"Yes, she wants to make sure nothing happens. AGAIN." I roll my eyes and lean back.

"Well, let's talk then. Tell me about your dream." I widen my eyes and turn my head towards him.

"Oh yeah, Alyssa! Tell him about your dream." She says as she smirks at me.

"Fine." I say with my teeth clenched. Grayson sits there moving his hand, telling me to continue.

"My dream... was more of a... feeling thing." I say awkwardly.

"It was sexual, wasn't it." He sighs and puts his hand on his face.

"Yeah..." I say breathily.

"Okay... weird, but makes sense."

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN IT MAKES FUCKING SENSE?!" Peyton yells and slaps her hand onto her mouth.

"I agree. Why does that make sense?" I point at her and scoff.

"Well, it makes sense because you OBVIOUSLY have feelings for me so." He shrugs his shoulders like it's not a big deal.

"OH YOU'RE FUNNY." I say.