Grayson's pov
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Angel's name popped up on my phone as it rang through with a call. I slid across to answer it while still focusing my eyes on the road.
"Hey, whats up?" I asked, slowing down for a red light.
"I wanted to know if you wanted to go do something tonight? Its Friday, we could maybe go see a movie or just watch one here or at your house?" Her voice played through the phone. I smiled to myself as I started to drive again through the intersection.
"What about going bowling?" I ask her, slowing down at a stop sign and turning on my indicator to turn onto my street.
"I'm down!" She sounded more excited and I could hear her bed squeak as she got off of it.
"What time do you want me to pick you up?" I asked, turning into my driveway.
"Whenever you want. Or I could just drive to your house?" I could tell she was biting her finger after asking. She always does that.
"Do you want to drive to my house first?" I ask.
"Kind of?" She says in a questioning manner. I laugh and shake my head at how nervous she was to ask to come over.
"Baby, of course you can come over here." I say with a chuckle as I get out of my car, shoving the door so it would swing shut.
"Okay, then I'm on my way." She sighed in relief before she spoke, and then the call went dead.
Maybe something happened with her parents and she just wants to get out of the house? Or maybe she just wants to hangout with me? Or just get out of her house in general.
I walk in the front door, noticing articles of woman's clothing scattered out around the living room. It trailed from the couch to the stairs. I shook my head in disbelief as I rolled my eyes.
"Gross." I huffed as I kicked the white blouse to the side before walking up the stairs.
I could hear whoever's moans as I walked up the stairs. I've always thought it was gross, and rude, to have sex when someone else is home, but I guess its fair since Ethan didn't know I was coming home so early from study hall.
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"You truly are so beautiful, Angel." I whispered as I tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. We were trying to catch our breaths. She smiles while a soft, gentle laugh passes her lips. Her cheeks turn a light shade of pink as she hears my words.
"I love you." She rests her hand on my wrist as it was resting on her chest, my finger running over her burn scar from the crash. I smile, pulling her closer into my bare body.
"I love you too." I kissed her forehead, and got off my bed. She rests her hand on her scar, trying to cover it. She's so insecure about it. I've been trying to get her to love it, its apart of her now. It'll never fade, not a scar that bad. Its actually kind of in a shape of a heart, a very deformed heart.
"Do you want to go to my families' lake house this weekend? You, Ethan, Chance, and I." She asked, sitting up and getting off my bed.
"I'm down, I'll ask Chance tomorrow." I smile at her as she starts to get re-dressed.
"Gray, flush that." She says, pointing her toe at the used condom on my floor. I chuckle, picking it up and taking it into the bathroom attached to my room. Sometimes I like having the master. Especially since Angel's been in my life. Actually, I like a lot of things since she's come into my life. She makes me pretty happy.
Angel's pov
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Grayson's hand rests on the steering wheel, the other on the gear shift. His eyes concentrating on the dark road ahead of us. I was drifting off to sleep, I was exhausted.
My parents were letting me stay over at Grayson's tonight, just because they knew I was too tired to drive myself home. I'm sure they also just wanted a night to themselves finally. But I'm okay with that. I'd rather stay with Grayson anyways.
Soon enough we were at his house, Ethan's car was gone, so he probably went out for food. Or out with his friends, who knows?
I started to get out of the car, but Grayson put his hand in front of me, signaling for me to stop.
"Let me carry you. You're exhausted." He looked at me and smiled softly. I felt myself get hot as i nodded my head.
"Okay," I agreed, only because I wanted to be babied.
Once we were in the house, he set me on my feet. His hand grabbed mine and led me to his room.
His room was a bit messy from earlier. Our clothes were still scattered around it. I laughed as I bent over and picked up my t-shirt and jeans and set them by my purse that I had just next to his bed.
"My back hurts so bad," Grayson complained as he started to take off his shirt. I turned around to see him in a pair of sweats already.
"Lay on the floor, I'll give you a massage." I looked at him as I turned around and took off my dress. I grabbed a shirt from his dresser and pulled it on over my bare chest.
"Why do you always turn around when you change?" He asked, his hands wrapping around my waist. I smiled at his touch.
His hands traveled under his shirt that rested over my body, but then came out of it as he traced my body with his fingers.
"Hmm? Why?" He asked again, moving my hair from my neck.
"I don't know," i laughed softly as his lips attached to my neck. He smiled, then spun me around in his grip.
"Can I get that massage now?" He looked in my eyes, smiling widely.
"I told you to lay down on the floor. Face down." I laughed, pushing him away softly. He laughed too, lowering his body to the ground.
I moved my body on top of his. I sat on his lower back, and started to massage his shoulders. He had knots all around his shoulders. He was defending stressed.
"Whats got you stressed out?" I asked, beginning to trace my finger over his back muscles.
"I'm not, baby." He lifted his head from the floor so he was audible.
"Your hands work amazing, my back already feels better." He chuckled. I rolled my eyes, I hadn't even given his back my attention.
"Stand up for a second." He said, I did as he said and he flipped over. Face up. I laughed as he pulled me back down on him.
"Your back didn't hurt at all." I rolled my eyes at him. He chuckles, and starts to blush.
"I love you," he grabs my hands and kisses each one. I smiled, leaning down, "I love you too." Our lips connected, the kiss lasted a few seconds before I pulled away.
"I'm going to sleep now." I got off his chest.
"Goodnight." I almost yelled, jokingly, while I jumped onto his bed.
"Goodnight, goofball. Scoot over so I can sleep too." He turned off his light, and with that I quickly fell asleep.
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Short chapter, but bare with me!!
