Miami to Los Angeles | Grayson Dolan

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(December 14th, 10:12 am)

I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling, feeling the bed mover ever so slightly along with Grayson's soft snores. 

I try to swing my legs off the bed, but I physically couldn't. my legs were so sore and achy. but that's a good sign, right? 

I smile to myself and look over to Gray laying next to me. I knew I wasn't ready to get up just yet so I scooched over to him and snuggled into his chest. I woke him up slightly, but only enough for him to pull me in closer and hold me tighter. 

"why are you so fidgety?" he lets out a little moan and looks down to me as I look up to him. "im fucking tired baby" he smirks at me and I instantly blush, instantly knowing what he was referring to. 

I prop myself up on one elbow and lean over plating hundreds of kisses over his face. he begins smiling, laughing and wrapping an arm around my waist bringing me on top of him. 

"Woah..." I say stopping and becoming serious, placing my hand firmly on his chest to stop any further actions. I can see his face panic "what?" he asks, holding himself up on his elbows

"Deja vu"

I laugh again and he does the same. smiling from ear to ear. I flop down next to him again, feeling as if I had the strength to walk again. and I did. kinda. 

I pull back the curtains, leaving the light to come through the blinds. Gray squirms slightly and pulls the cover over his head. I picked up a sweater of his from a partially unpacked box and throw it on over the top of my underwear. 

I tiptoe out the bedroom and downstairs into the kitchen. the cold wooden floor was sharp against my bare feet, making my walk turn into a hop. 

I pull out a tray from beside one of the counters, setting out two bowls and orange juices. I pick through the few boxes that were already here from Gray's finding a couple of spoons. I pour in some granola, yoghurt, strawberries and bananas into the bowls and walk back upstairs. 

"now this is a proper good morning, isn't it supposed to be me making you breakfast in bed?" Gray smiles and sits up on the bed, pulling the pillow up behind himself, comfortably. I place the try in the middle of the bed and walk over to my side of the bed. 

I plop myself down next to him and sit criss cross, pulling the sheets over my legs. 

we eat in peace, watching a little bit of the news on the tv. 

we both finish up and before I have a chance to pack up Grayson grabs the try, pecks me on the top of the head and walks out the bedroom. 

I stretch my arms above my head and fall backwards feeling completely satisfied. I stand up and stretch one last time, cracking my neck slightly. 

I walk into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. when Grayson swings the door open with a furious look on his face. 

"shit Grayson" I jump back a little being slightly pissed off.

"what the fuck is this" he held my phone up to me showing me the lock screen. it was a text from Noah

'i know what you said, but I just can't get over that kiss. I'm in love with you Rosie.'

fuck.

"Gray it's not what it looks li-"

"cut the crap, Rosie. don't give me any of that ' it's not what it looks like' bullshit."

I look at him and see pure hurt in his eyes. I knew there wasn't going to be an easy way to explain this, but he needed to believe me over Noah. 

"just give me a minute to explain myself, "I say, sighing slightly, knowing that it's going to take more than that.