drag me down | grayson dolan

【nine】

I stand in front of the large white beach house, allowing my eyes to take it all in. Cars are lined up down the street and loud music is already coming from inside. I should have realized a "small get together" doesn't occur in West Hollywood. I look down at my short blue dress that is placed on my body. It's tight on my waist, showing off the curves of my hips. Brown sandals are on my feet while my curled hair is left down.

I inhale a breath as I walk up the steps that lead to the front door. There's no need to knock considering the house is flooded with people. My nostrils immediately pick up the smell of liquor and cigarettes. I push past a few people to get further into the living room. I try to find a familiar face, but come up short of any.

"Is that you, Georgia?" A voice says from behind me.

I turn around and see Bodhi standing with a beer bottle in his hand. A smirk takes up his lips as he eyes my dress.

"Hey Bodhi." I take a step closer to him.

"Looking for Grayson?" He raises an eyebrow up.

"Yeah, have you seen him?" I say over the loud music.

"He's probably upstairs hooking up with some bitch." He says with a laugh.

I tilt my head while glaring at him. "What?"

"Just kidding, calm down. We all know he's into you." He drunkenly replies while walking past me. "Come on."

I follow him out of the living room and into a den area. Brown leather couches take up the space while random couples make out on them. My eyes land on Ethan, who has his tongue down some blonde's throat.

"There's one twin." Bodhi laughs while motioning toward the couch.

I nod my head as I watch Ethan make out with her, his hands moving down to her ass. I quickly look away as Bodhi leads me through the house.

"Yo, Gray. Somebody is here to see you." He speaks up.

My eyes move straight ahead, seeing Grayson talking to a few men I never met before. The minute he sees me a huge smile forms on his face.

"Hey, you made it." He walks closer to me.

"Yeah, this is some get together." I laugh while looking around the house.

"I guess we know a lot of people." He says while leaning into me. "Want a drink?"

"Not tonight, I'm driving." I quickly decline.

"You could always crash here." He smirks while looking down at me.

"Maybe another time." I nod my head.

He takes a step back, glancing down at my outfit with a wide smile. "You look amazing."

"Thank you." I blush while looking back at him. He also looks really good. He's wearing a white button down shirt, with most of it unbuttoned. His dark denim jeans complement the complexion of his tan skin. The dangling earring hanging from his ear lobe is glowing through the darkness, while his brown hair swoops over his forehead.

"Hey, Savannah." Johnny's voice suddenly interrupts my thoughts.

I turn my head to look at him. "Hey, how are you?"

"Pretty good." His smile shows off his white teeth. "We're glad you're here, now Grayson can stop complaining."

"Complaining?" I look back at Grayson with a low smirk.

"Yeah, he was bitching about whether you would show up or not." Johnny laughs while shaking his head.

"Bro, go somewhere else." Grayson runs a hand through his hair.