( Grays POV ) *i dont know why but I strongly imagined a very shy, kind and warm hearted Grayson in this, but imagine how you wish :)*
I sling my insulated jean jacket over the rocker as I mentally palm myself in the forehead. Cleaning the raindrops of my oval frames, I spot my brother at the kitchen island drinking a coke.
He immediately sees me and notices I'm quiet, which I had every right to. I was still jittery and my body language read, 'stupidity'
"So, how'd it go?" My brother says, slightly raising his eyebrow, as if he believed I got some type of action.
"Alright, I guess" I slumped in the barstool in front of him. "It's j-just, I'm just so difficult to talk to and I never get out. I don't talk to girls at all, and I'm not popular. I've never made out with a girl and she wanted to hold my hand, but I didn't know what to do. I chickened out ethan!" I choke out against my strained vocal chords to prevent crying, until a tear slowly slides down my cheek, feeling vulnerable, weak and small as I always do. I slide my glasses off my wet eyes and put my head in my hands.
Ethan sinks his head down to my level and removes my hands from my now blotchy red face. "Look Grayson, there's a time for everyone and this is your time. She likes you for a reason. You're not a drinker or smoker like the other guys at school; girls don't like that bro" he jabbed my chest, "don't do that to yourself"
I nodded my head slowly, getting off the barstool and pitter-pattering up the carpeted steps to my room, slightly nudging the door with my elbow; not having enough energy or life. Slipping my dark blue jeans off and my black and white striped shirt over my torso, I put on my red plaid pj pants and a grey t-shirt.
I sit on my bed, slightly pushing my glasses up, so I can read my phone. I go to my messages, tapping y/n's name with a pink heart. I slowly and tearfully type a message, "thank you for tonight, it was fun. Hope to do it again". I let my finger hover over the blue send button. Wincing, I push it as it sends to her phone, seeing a grey 'delivered'
As an hour goes by, I let warm and hot tears flow down my cheeks as I lay on my bed, my sensitive heart caving in on me, as I shuddered hot tears down my cheek. I stare out the window, as my mind jumps to conclusions at how she's just avoiding my text cause she didn't want to hurt my feelings. She probably didn't want a second date. I wouldn't if I was her either. I let a sob escape my throat, as I lay thinking more about it.
My brother carefully knocks on my door, telling me to come downstairs. Fearing, he probably needed help putting something together or wanted to visit with me. Hesitantly, I creak open my door, my eyes still blotchy from my recent cries. My mouth goes agape as I see a young woman's silhouette from the kitchen light that reflected off the stairs and to my bedroom.
I peep down the steps, to see y/n. Her hair was slightly damp from the storm brewing outside and her slim figure draped over the kitchen as she talked to my brother quietly. Why was she here? With him? I couldn't help but have anger suddenly stir up inside of me.
"y/n?" I stutter, unsure of what was happening in front of me. Especially on why she was here.
Her head and my brothers vastly snapped to me, her body peeling away from the kitchen island
"Grayson!" She comes over to me with a genuine smile, "sorry I didn't answer your text, I was driving back here because you left your beanie in my car". She laughed, pulling the grey beanie from her purse.
Her laugh was so pretty, almost contagious and could make me smile. Her nails where perfectly manicured and brushed with orange polish. As she handed me my beanie, she endearingly bit her bottom lip, staring into my eyes. "I should probably get going. It was very nice meeting you Ethan" she broke my gaze, looking between us.
"I'll-ill walk you out y/n" I look at her with smile, slipping my Jean jacket over my torso, nicely opening the door for y/n. As she thanked me, Ethan stood at the stairs with a thumbs up. I roll my eyes, closing the door lightly behind me, careful not to wake the neighbors next door.
"Th-thanks for returning this b-back" I struggle to get my words out to her, being so tense about standing this close to her on our small porch and how graceful and pure she looked with raindrops in her hair. She was so intensely alluring and angelic, that it made me feel anxious and very on edge.
She slightly threw her hand out to me playfully, "no problem Grayson. I got to see you again, so it was a win win huh?"
My heart sank twelve feet below, as I thought I was still laying in bed with tears running down my face. I nodded my head with giddiness.
She took her hand in mine, intertwining it between mine, her soft fingertips grazing the top of my hand, as I squeezed hers in return. I was oddly proud of myself for finally holding a girls hand, without her being the first to let go. Or a girl coming back to see me for something as small as a beanie.
Mentally, it made me smile until I was blue in the face and my cheeks ached. But physically? I stared at her elegance and beauty for so long I felt myself leaning in and slowly falling in love with her as fast as I could fall asleep; Slowly and all at once. But slowly and surely I indulged my self in her lips, as my grip on her hand tightened, fearing she'd let go and leave me. I moved my lips along hers with intensity and anticipation in pure unity as she hummed in bliss, making me feel humane and a colossal wave of exuberance running through my blood flow.
She let go of my grip and tasseled her arms around
my neck, pulling me closer to her, before drawing her lips apart from mine. Our lips so close together, teasing them to do it again and again.
"that was amazing" she whispered, but loud enough for me to hear clearly based on how close my face was to hers.
I agree, nodding my head, unsure of what to say next. I was still blinded and had butterflies from how scarily stunning it was.
"Unfortunately, I must go" she frowned, tearing her hands from my neck, making me groan from how that spot longed and missed her warm and inviting touch already. "But Grayson", she looked down, intertwining her hand with mine once again and grazed her thumb over the top. She knew I was easy to read in just this short time and how soothingly perplexing it felt when she did this.
"I definitely do want to see you again. Starting with tomorrow" she set focus in my eyes, smiling with her own.
Standing on the tips of her feet, she kissed my forehead. "I'll see you" she whispered, almost putting me into a slumber at how delicate her tone was whenever she spoke. I nodded as I unsatisfyingly let go of her hand as she put one foot in-front of another to her car. I put my hands in my pockets, as my breath appears from the bitterness outside.
I wave her off as she honks the horn. I walk inside with my brother, his arms crossed; staring at me sternly, yet playfully. His body language reading a, 'I told you so' type of look.
I press my back firmly against the door, letting my head hit the door as I crane my head at the ceiling, ever so slightly as I try to process everything. Her delicate touch on my neck, the collateral beauty of our lips together. As I touch my lips, getting the spark and happiness from hers on them, yet the disappointment that they weren't on them at this exact moment and for infinity.
"I seen y'all, how'd it go?" He asks, beaming with gratitude and shaking my shoulders with anticipation.
"Absolutely amazing" I grin ear to ear. "I'm in love with her Ethan"
