snowed in | grayson dolan

11

two hours later, and we're both ready to go back to sleep. the clock read 5:00am, but it didn't feel that late, so we weren't falling apart, but we did feel a bit drowsy.

"you know, jordyn, i reeeeaally like you" grayson randomly says. my hearts skips a beat, and i cover it with a small laugh.

"i guess i really like you too then" i say, as he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.

"goodnight, jords" he smiles, and gives me a peck on the nose.

"goodnight gray" i reply, and lean into his neck.

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"WAKEY WAKEY, EGGS AND BAKEY!" a voice screams down my ear.

"jesus christ whoever you are, you have some serious issues" i say, covering my ears with my hands.

"well thanks, but i just refer to myself as 'complicated' not issued" the voice says, and i recognise it to be josh's.

"josh why are you screaming down my throat, at..." my voice trails off as i check my phone for the time. "11:28"

wait, half past eleven? god how long was i asleep for? where's grayson? and why the fuck is josh here?

"what are you doing here?" i ask him, as i stand up and begin to put the mats away.

"i need to talk to you before you go upstairs and socialise" he says, all of a sudden with a serious look on his face.

"uhm, okay? what do you want to tell me?"

"i had sex with peter last night!" he blurts out. "and i didn't even know that i was gay, let alone into guys!"

"hey hey hey, everything's okay. do you think you have an issue with being gay?" i ask, and look into his eyes.

"no not at all, i just needed to tell someone" he replies with a sigh, hand on heart.

"well, okay then. let's go back to the others and, 'socialise?' "