𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 *UNDERGOING HUGE EDITING*

14- i miss them

*2 months later*

Samantha's POV

"Ah Grayson stop it! Now!". I cried laughing. He was tickling me continuesly. "Admit it first!". He says poking my sides.

"Ok! Ok! I'm sorry I ate your fucken cookie! It was just one chill!". I laughed. "Ok". He says letting go of me. I gasp for air.

"Apology accepted". He says. I shake my head. "So, I've been wanting to tell you this for a while". He started.

"Yes?". I smirked getting closer to him. "Well, I, uh, wanted to know, if you, uh, want to be my girlfriend?". He asked nervously.

I stayed silent staring at him. I leaned in and kiss his lips. "Yes Dolan, I want to be your girlfriend". I whispered softly.

"You know, that was our first kiss. Like, together". He laughed slightly. "Well, let's hope it isn't our last". I say continuesly kissing his lips.

Then, it just turned into a full make out. And it was true. We haven't kissed. This was the first time.

He was so good. Our lips molded perfectly together. It gave me butterflies. Why? Because I felt sparks everywhere.

I stop and step away from him. Realizing what I had just done. I can't fall for him. This wasn't the plan.

"What's wrong?". He asked. "Nothing". I say looking down. He walks up to me and lifts my chin up, looking straight at him.

"If you don't like this I get it". He whispered. "Gray i do, I just, I don't know what happened, I just thought of something". I sigh.

"What did you think about?". He asked. I gulp. "I'm just scared". I lie.

"Of?". He asked furrowing his eyebrows together. "My boyfriends stinky breath". I laugh.

He shakes his head laughing. "I swear, you scared me, and I brushed my teeth this morning!". He groaned.

"I was joking, I love your minty fresh breath". I said winking at him. He rolls his eyes jokingly.

"What do you want to do today?". He asked. I stretched and layed on his bed. We were at his place. "Nothing". I said sleepy.

"Ok, fine". He says laying beside me. "I'm going to take a nap, see you in a few years". I say.

"See ya". He says resting his head on my chest. "You're so comfy". He says. "You mean my boobs?". I ask.

"Mmmm, that too". He says. I laugh amd smack his shoulder. "Fuck you". I say before I fell asleep.
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I woke up with the feeling I wasn't alone. And I wasn't. Grayson was right beside me. With one arm wrapped around my waist.

I slowly but carefully escape his grasp. He looked so precious. So innocent. I hate how I'm going to break him in the future.

He hasn't took me to meet his family. And it's getting me angry. I just want it to be over. Once I get my revenge, I'm done.

I grabbed my phone to check the time. It was 11: 35 pm. It was late. I sigh and put it back on the night stand.

I walk downstairs and head to the kitchen. I made myself a cup of tea and stood there thinking.

Wouldn't it have been easier if I had just met cameron first and we became friends?.

I wouldn't have to go through this and make someone fall in love with me. Even though it was too late.

I shake my head. What did I just do. My aunt was right. He's falling for me. Or he already has.

He doesn't deserve what's coming to him in the future. There was a balcony in his room. I sigh and walk back to his room straight to the balcony.

The Stars were beautiful. Amazing how my mother and son are one of them. Watching over me and making sure I'm safe.

A tear escapes my eye. Falling on the wood rail I'm leaning on. It's all my fault. That Mathew is dead. That Manny is too. And so is my mother and son.

I don't want to imagine how scared they were. When Andy broke in and killed them.

I look back at that night. Being glad I hugged and kissed them one last time.

My thoughts are disturbed by arms wrapping around my waist. And a face resting on the crook of my neck.

"Don't cry baby, I hate seeing you like that". Grayson whispered giving me a tingly sensation everywhere.

"I'm not crying". I choked wiping my tears away. He turns me around looking at me straight in the eyes.

"Samantha, what's going on?". He asks quietly. "It's just, I'm thinking if my mom". I say slightly crying.

He sits us down on a bench. "I never met her, hows she like?". He asked. "And you never will, she's dead". I cried.

"She was murdered a year ago like your father Gray, it hurts". I whimpered. "I know it does baby, but I went through it too". He says rubbing my arm.

"Would you still have the same feelings for me if a had a child, that wasn't yours?". I asked.

"Well, of course I still would. Samantha I love you no matter what. We'd be happy, the three of us". He says making me cry harder.

"Grayson, I have to tell you something". I sniffled.

"Tell me babygirl". He says. "I didn't want to tell you this, but Grayson I had a son before, and he was murdered the same time as my mom". I cried harder.

He stares at me speechless, shook. I look down in shame. Thinking, maybe he wouldn't want to be with me anymore. And plans would be ruined. "I'm so sorry, I can't imagine the amount of pain you are in". He sighed.

"What about the father". He asked. I looked at him. Like I've seen a ghost.

"I, I haven't seen him in years". I admit. And it was true, I haven't seen my son's dad.

"Goodnight baby, we'll talk about this tomorrow morning". He says leaving alone. I sigh. "Your aren't mad right?". I ask.

No response. Great. That's just great.