Time has never gone so slow and my nerves have never been so high. I'm laying in bed, waiting for my phone to start ringing. I'm laying in bed, waiting to see his face.
I'm laying in bed, dreading him seeing my face.
All of a sudden, my phone starts exploding with its ringtone.
Should I just be a pussy and not answer? Do I decline the call and say I'm really gassy and I might accidentally fart during the facetime call?
Do I text him and tell him I ate bad mexican food?
I sit up and my thumb hesitantly presses answer. Instant panic bolts through my body and I adjust my phone so only a quarter of my face is visible in the camera.
When his face appears on my screen, I'm blown away. He's real.
"Hiiiiiii." His voice echos through my phone. HIS VOICE FUCKDUCKDUCKFUCK.
"H-hello." I stutter.
Smooth.
"Aww, you sound so cute!" Grayson says with an ever cuter smile.
"Shut up, nerd."
"You know, as much as I enjoy looking at that quarter of your face, I would love to see the rest of your beautiful face." He says referring to my camera angle.
I feel my stomach fill with butterflies when he says this. Fuck.
I sigh and slowly move the view of the camera until my entire face is showing. The waves in my hair are a mess with some strands sticking out in different directions.
I have no makeup on. Zero. Nothing.
The grin that was on Grayson's face disappeared and his jaw was dropped. What? Do I have something on my face? Oh god. Do I look like a baby hippo or something? Maybe that breakfast burrito I ate earlier was still in my teeth-
"Tia.. You look-"
"I farted." I blurt out.
"Tia, don't ruin this moment, I'm trying to compliment you."
"I hate compliments."
"Well get used to it because you are going to be hearing a lot of them from me." Grayson says with a sweet smile. "God, Tia you are absolutely gorgeous."
I feel my cheeks heat up when he says that. I cover my face with my free hand and Grayson chuckles at my actions.
"Oh, thank you Grayson! You are the kindest man on this planet!" Grayson says in a girlie voice, hinting at me to thank him.
"Thanks dickface." I say with a wink.
"How sweet." He responds, running his hand through his hair
"Not as sweet as dat ass." I smirk and lift my eyebrows.
"Jesus."
