lia "well looks like it's just us now gray" "looks like it. shall we carry on?" "indeed we shall. we haven't even got to the good stuff yet" no pun intended...
"so all we have left is chocolate, flour, cinnamon, caramel and ice cream" grayson says. "vanilla flavoured" i add on to the end of his sentence. "so lia i think it's your turn" "ok we have good things so i'm not scared" i say making grayson chuckle. i take a number out the good old bowl and say "i got number one... it knows me so well" "ok no need to flex" "i got nothing to flex dolan" "anyways here is number one" i open up the bag to see cinnamon. oh god. "cinnamon challenge!" i exclaim. "go on then" "this is gonna taste really bad" "you'll need these" grayson says to me as he hands me the tissues. "you mean we'll need these. you're doing it with me" "oh god no" "come on gray! live a little" "oh fine but lemme get something first" he quickly runs to get something i don't know about. "delaying equals you eating more of it!" "it's not delaying" "then what are you getting?" he comes back with a carton of milk. "wouldn't of guessed milk" "well cinnamon is spicy and milk cools it down so" "oh yeah. i did tell you i'm uneducated" "let's just get this over with" i hand him a spoon as i open up the bottle. i pour some on to mine as i do his. the cinnamon goes in my mouth and at first it tastes good, but then the spice kicks in and i end up gagging. "this was a bad idea" i say trying to throw up the spice into the tissue i take from the box. "agreed, but it is hilarious" "maybe a bit. pass the milk" "hold on i'm almost finished" "well hurry up because my tongue is on fire" "mine too but you don't hear me complaining" we laugh. "just please give me the milk before my tongue falls off" "ok here" grayson kindly passes over the milk as i chug it down like a wild animal. after five minutes of filling up my mouth with milk, we move on.
twenty minutes later
well that was fun. me and grayson had a huge fight with the flour, dumped ice cream and caramel on our heads, then sat there eating chocolate whilst drinking the remaining milk... not out of the same carton, i got cups.
"we should clean up" he says. "definitely. i'm getting brain freeze on the outside and i am covered in flour" "you get the food and i'll get the tarp down" "deal"
i pick up all the bags, the bowl, milk carton and the things that contained food. i walk through to the kitchen and put the bowl at the sink then throw the other stuff in the bin.
"sure you don't need help with the tarp?" i shout to grayson. "yeah i can manage" then i hear something fall. i run through to the studio to see grayson on the floor under the tarp.
"so the tarp took me with it" i laugh because it's cute at the same time. "maybe i should help" "maybe take a shower before the caramel sticks to you" "you've got a point there. just don't let the tarp take you with it again!" i walk out as grayson laughs.
i walk into my room and enter my bathroom. i set my shower to the temperature i like and hop in as i play some music.
nine minutes later
i finish my shower and go hop into some comfy clothes. i go to the mirror to take another selfie for good old instagram.
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12:24am
nothing else really happened except for me and grayson ordering dominos for dinner. i then went to watch bad moms on netflix and i am now in my bed. i can't sleep and don't know what to do. i check my phone to see the time 12:24am show on it. hmm... let's see if grayson's still awake. i get out my bed and put my balenciaga flip flops on then open the door. i walk down the hall as i approach his door. i knock on his door and i hear him say "come in!" and i open the door to walk in. "hey grayson" "hey you okay?" "yeah i just couldn't sleep" "me neither to be honest. so i just started watching netflix" "what you watching" i ask jumping on to the bed beside him. "i was going to watch sex education or something" "omg i love that show" "please tell me you ship maeve and otis" "am i uneducated?" "according to your own words, yes" "then yes!" "so you do or you don't?" "i do" "thank god. ethan refuses to watch this with me... thank god you are" "i feel appreciated" "good" he turns it on and he says something. "i've got an idea" he says. "what?" "let's play a game" "i am not dumping anything on my head again" "no we aren't doing that again... how about smash or pass?" "wow nobody's asked me to play that with them" "well let's try it" "erm... ok then" i have to admit i'm nervous because this is the most random game somebody has asked me to play. "you wanna go first then?" he asks me. "yeah sure... ariana grande?" "smash... that elmo person from tiktok?" "ew pass" we laugh. "madelaine petsch?" i say. "pass... cameron dallas?" "pass too" "you are passing on everyone" "i have standards" "moving on" "gabi demartino or whatever her last name is" "pass... how about me?" "smash" "oh so i'm your standards, eh lia?" oh shit. "i meant pass" "did you now?" "shut up dolan... well how about me?" "pass" "really grayson, is that your final answer?" "i'm sure" "are you though?" "ok fine smash" "well i'd say smash for you as well" "so you miraculously changed your mind to the truth?" "it annoys me how you always like to be right" "it's how i'm programmed to function" and i say something i may or may not regret saying. "well, since we both said smash for each other... how about we make it happen?" "right now?" "yeah" "well... you leave me no choice"
and once again boom go the fireworks.
author's note hey y'all, sorry to keep you waiting for this. so they're doing it now? we'll have to see. we'll also have to see how many times i cringe writing it because i suck at writing smut periodt. i'm proud of myself because i managed to keep it a secret and not tell anyone about it as well. anyways hopefully i have it published tomorrow because i'm on spring break tomorrow for two weeks so i've got time. anyways have fun reading the next part and idk what else to say so bye!
