spaces | grayson dolan

𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎

Dear Diary,
Well, I'm back to my dull boring life. A part of me feels like spending time with Hunter in my own piece of heaven was fake. But it wasn't. I even have the sunflower Grayson gave me as proof. I've been back for a week and so far everything seems okay. I haven't broken down and cried like I normally do. I even stopped sitting in my bay window. Hunter wanted me to move on, so that's what I plan on doing everyday. I'm currently sitting in my bed, waiting for Grayson to come and pick me up with his father's rental car. He wanted me to create a list of things I wanted to do before summer ends. My list came natural because it was everything I always dreamed of doing. Swim in the ocean (in real life), have a candlelit dinner, stay up all night and watch the sunrise, go skinny dipping, watch sappy romance movies in bed all day, rebel against my parents, eat junk food for dinner, go to a concert. I contemplated adding 'lose my virginity' on the list, but chickened out and erased it. Me talking about sex is crazy, but I'm a hormonal teenage girl who is always hanging out with the hottest guy I have ever seen. Plus, we're kind of together now. If there's anybody I want to be intimate with, it's Grayson. I just feel like it's too soon to rush into anything, hence the reason I got rid of it on my list.

The doorbell ringing downstairs causes me to stop writing in my diary. Excited nerves fill my stomach as I place the black book under my pillow.

Grabbing my bag, I toss it over my shoulder and rush downstairs. It's seven thirty in the evening, so I'm assuming a candlelit dinner is about to be checked off of my list.

When I reach the bottom of the steps, my father already has the door wide open. Grayson is standing in front of him wearing a black tank top and shorts, which isn't exactly candlelit dinner attire. I'm simply wearing capri shorts with a light purple blouse and sandals.

"Grayson, hey." I say with a wide smile.

"Hey, H." He nods his head.

"Where are you two going this late?" My father raises an eyebrow.

"It's supposed to be a surprise, sir. I can assure you that Hope will be safe." Grayson chimes in.

"And it's not too late, it's only seven thirty." I mumble under my breath.

"The last time my daughter went out with you, especially in your car, things didn't go too well." He says with a dry expression.

"I understand that, sir. But I promise you that we will make it to our destination safely. We are just going to the movies." Grayson says in a calm voice.

The movies? I guess that's part of my list, but we aren't going to be in bed and the day is over.

"Have her home by ten thirty."

"Dad." I say between my teeth.

"Fine, eleven thirty." He negotiates.

"We should get going now, wouldn't want to be late." Grayson says while extending his hand out. I instantly grab onto it and lock my fingers through his as I step out of my house.

"Eleven thirty. And drive safely!" My father yells after us.

"You aren't nervous to be in a car with me, right?" Grayson's vulnerable voice questions.

"No." I honestly say as he opens the passenger side door.

"Good." He sighs of relief while walking to the opposite side, getting into the driver's seat.

"Are we really going to the movie theater?" I furrow my eyebrows.

"Hell no." He says with a smirk, carefully pulling out of my driveway.