— hey guys! this is the bonus chapter i've made as a gift in honor of this book getting 100k : ) so i wanted to give you an idea of when this is taken place. it's during their senior year before they ever said i love you. probably around the time where i skipped to the end of the school year! in chapter 20 i say it's been three months and this was a day in that time! so they are together as a couple : ) i hope that you gives you an idea, enjoy! —
aurora
grayson had popped another fistful of popcorn in his mouth, jaw working away at the kernels. "he's the worst." he announces, the spot where he laid, legs outstretched to be comfortably placed over the duvet covers. and he looked good, actually he looked angelic. pure in the way that it made my heart thump, pump in a rhythmic pattern which was so fast. and i felt it, all too well knowing how grayson dolan made me feel. "i mean just the worst, aurora." he repeats, and i nod listening to his claim. my concentration going from him to my reflection in the bathroom mirror.
"bub, don't make ethan to be such a monster." i had cooed, trying to ease the frustrated rant in which he went into when asked about his day. and my statement goes unnoticed, because he just remains bothered.
"today he was." grayson states, mouth munching on the snack and his words are hardly comprehended "and i would tell you what he did but it'll just get me angry all over again." he adds and it makes me chuckle faintly, i turned off the light of the bathroom and shuffle over to the boy who still was put on my bed. weaving my hair away from my face when i open up a draw from my dresser, in desperate need of changing out of these jeans.
"so then let's change the subject." i suggest scavenging through different shirts and he sighs quietly, only audible to me when he does.
"yeah let's change it to you getting your ass in bed with me." he brings up, making me snort faintly as i let the items pool at the bottom of my feet. my hands gather at the biggest t-shirt i own to put over my head and engulf my body. "aurora." he whines. "pretty." he resorts to, not getting my attention enough with just my name.
"wait one second, dolan." i warn when i move aside the pile of clothes. i shut the drawer and amble toward the left side of the bed where i made my spot. once i found myself near him, his arms are already reaching for my waist. any stubbornness i had put up before now vanishing as his touch is enough to create the sparks of a firework show within my veins. because i scoffed faintly when he pulls me close, my head in the crook of his neck. and just the sweet scent he radiated off made my thoughts jumble up, all a prepossessing mess when i'm with him. and how pretentious was it, but i knew how he made me feel.
"what movie do you wanna watch?" he brings up, snapping me away from the chaos of him on my mind. and i moved around a little, to get more comfortable. just scooting about and having my left hand begin to rub circles at the back of his head, through locks of hair.
"scary." i stated, eyes shutting from relaxation.
"scary?" he repeated as a question and i grin in response as i nod.
"i didn't stutter, bub." i answer which makes him roll his eyes once i look up to him. he then shifts from the spot and reaches for the remote.
"you're real sassy today, huh?" he comments before he's loading on netflix and making me chuckle.
"i just know you don't really like them, gray." i say. "i wanted to make sure you understood me." i add which makes grayson suck his teeth and shake his head when he lays on his back. i'm now clinging to his waist as my head lays on his chest.
"yeah, whatever, you're the one who makes me hate them." he announces as he looks for the genre of horror films. and i scoff from his accusations.
