Lip gloss.
Mascara.
Black leggings.
Lavender Sweater.
These are the things Hanna decided to make me wear. Why? I don't know. I usually just sneak out in my pajamas.
Hanna had already left a while ago, so now I'm just waiting on Grayson. My mom is home, so I need to be extra quiet.
I check outside my window and the sky is dark, and all the stars are visible. I look at the time and see that it's 12:45 a.m.
Grayson was supposed to show up 15 minutes ago-
Snap.
"Ouch!" A voice hisses in pain outside my window.
Gray? I open up the window, and there he is.
Lying on the ground.
"What are you doing?!" I whisper.
"Trying to get inside?" He answers more like a question.
"Why?"
"I don't know?! Look, please help." He stands back up.
I open the window wide enough for him to crawl through. I then gently shut it, and turn around to see his hand bleeding.
"Oh! Here, let me help you." I take his non-injured hand in mine and quietly take him into my bathroom.
I begin to rinse his bloody hand in the sink, only feeling him stare at me as I do so. I ignore his stares and continue to clean up his hand.
I take a bandaid out of a drawer under the sink and put it over the cut on his hand.
"There. All better." I say with a smile, but the smile soon fades away once I face him and find his face extremely close to mine.
"Not quite." He smirks.
"Uh.. does it still hurt or-"
He softly attaches his lips to mine and they begin to move slowly and passionately. I soon pull away to breathe.
"Now it's better." He smiles.
"Oh." Is all I can say.
"You're so cute." He places his hand on my side.
I find myself stuck in a spell when looking into his perfect eyes. Everything is great until my anxiety starts to kick in.
"I.. uh.." I back away a little bit, "so what are your plans tonight?" I ask nervously.
"Well, I kind of just intended on hanging out with you here." He shrugs.
"And you are aware my mom is home."
"Yup."
"And you are aware that if she finds out you're here, she will murder both you and I."
"Yup."
"K, cool. Do you just want to watch a movie on my laptop?" I say with my hands on my hips.
"Yeah- uh," Grayson clears his throat, "sure, that would be cool." He nods.
