snowed in | grayson dolan

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"finally, you guys took long enough" peter says, and motioned for us to sit down.

"sorry" grayson said, and we both exchanged smiles.

after our little 'moment' in the music room, we got a message from peter saying that he needs to talk to us.

"okay, so guys, i have a plan to get us out of here" he starts off, but ethan groans.

"dude! be serious here. we're not going out otherwise we'll be hurt" he says, raising his voice.

"yolo" peter replies, trying to piss ethan off.

and it was working.

"fine! go do that, and eat ass out there! for all i care, cause i don't!" he shouts loud, neck veins popping out.

"hey!" alyssa cuts in. "ethan calm the fuck down, and peter, shut the fuck up"

"i second that" ethan's adds, his nostrils flaring.

"okay okay, fine" peter chuckles. "i was only messing with you dude" he places his hand on ethan's shoulder.

ethan rolls his eyes, and shrugs off his hand. he walks over to a desk, on the other side of the room, with alyssa quickly following behind him.

"i think that some people need some time apart" grayson suggests, and i look at him.

"i agree, peter and josh, you two go somewhere, grayson and i will be in the music room" i say, and i grab his hand, leading him out of the room.

"hey, w-why can't we go with josh and pete?" grayson asks.

"because we need to talk about...the thing" i say, and i open the door to the music room.

"what thing" grayson smiles innocently.

"the, thiiiiiing" i say. "the kiss!"

he puts his hands up in defence, and walks over to a table. he pats the seat next to him, and i sit down.

"i'll go first" grayson said. "i liked it, and i would like to do it again" he says casually, and leaned in once more.

"grayson!" i scolded. "i need to talk too! and i'm being serious"

"okay okay, go ahead"

"okay so, before even all of this happened, i liked you. like a lot. and i liked the kiss too, but it was a one time thing" i say, and grayson's face drops.

"i'm not saying it stops at all! what i'm trying to say is, if we continue for the night, and we 'get together' " i say, putting air quotes on the words 'get together'. "we shouldn't base a relationship on a couple kisses, we need to get to know each other"

"okay" he shrugs, and i furrow my eyebrows.

"okay?" i ask, thinking he would be confused with how i explained it. "uh, okay. so what are we then"

"like beyoncé said, if you like it, don't put a label on it" he says, with a straight face.

"no she did not-"

"shhhhh" he places a finger over my lips, making me roll my eyes.