@alycnnas
ending up in alyannaâs bed wasnât how heâd predicted his night to end but considering the last thing he fully remembered was their dancing getting a little too close and their flirting a little too intense, gray could hardly say he was surprised. it wasnât as though this was the first time theyâd crossed the boundaries of friendship but it wasnât a regular occurrence either - and, since theyâd mutually decided to pretend like nothing had happened each time, gray wasnât quite sure how to feel about the situation. he didnât regret it - anyone with eyes could see she was well out of his league, he just didnât want to lose the friendship they had by blurring the lines too much. after loosing himself in his thoughts and staring up at the ceiling for what felt like hours, gray eventually shifted to search through the pockets of his jeans that were discarded on alyannaâs bedroom floor. pulling out his tin, he began rolling a joint before speaking in a voice he hoped loud enough to stir the sleeping beauty beside him. âwakey wakey sleepyhead, itâs breakfast time.â
