imagine you and bff gray are up late goofing off and being loud, once the laughter dies down gray ask “you ever think about us?” “like... what do you mean?” “i don’t know... like whether we’d be good together?” you feel your stomach drop, “gray we are good together” “no like... ‘together’ together” the tension makes it nearly impossible to look at him “oh... i mean sometimes yeah”
Anonymous said: it goes silent for a moment until gray asks “well what do you think?” you can feel him staring while you still look down at your hands in your lap “depends on what you think” you finally look up, gray just keeps lookin from your lips to your eyes with your faces only inches apart
gray would definitely be the one to lean in, just needing to feel your lips against his immediately. he’s waited way too long for him to mess up his chance at finally getting to be something more with you.
i’m imagining this on the roof of his jersey home, under pale moonlight and a blanket of stars, accompanied only by the melodious chrip of what sounds like a million crickets. and in the moment, you think it’s the closest you’ll ever get to a chick-flick.
the thought makes you laugh against his lips, and if it were anyone else, you would’ve ruined the moment. but it’s grayson — your best friend, your partner in crime, your other half — so he’s immediately laughing with you, already anticipating the witty-something that’ll fall past the lips he just kissed, lips he cannot wait to kiss again.
“what?” he asks, his tone light, almost accusing you without words of being the only person to find something funny at a time like this. & honestly, you probably were.
you giggle a bit more, your giddiness so strong you couldn’t even laugh like usual. “it’s just— it’s almost too perfect.”
his head tipped back with laughter, his heart swelling even bigger for you. “what do you even mean?”
“well, like— i don’t know,” you said, your face growing warmer.
“no, tell me,” he insisted, dipping his head to make your eyes meet his again.
you took a deep breath, playing with your fingers again. “i guess it’s like, yknow... it feels like a dream.”
you didn’t get a response from him, and after a whole twenty seconds of silence you couldn’t take it anymore, looking up to face him again. as soon as you looked at him, you couldn’t stop the smile of adoration that spread across your face. the boy was practically glowing, floating somewhere above you, carried by the joy your words brought him.
“you think i’m a dream?” he asked, unable to keep that extremely soft, mushy edge off his voice.
“shut up,” you laughed, pushing on his chest, making him push you right back. but gray was a lot bigger and a lot stronger than you, so you felt yourself sliding down the roof in response to his playful shove. he was like a giant puppy, honestly; he had no concept of his own strength.
curses were falling out of your mouth so quick that they were getting jumbled up, saying things like shuck and son of a shit. grayson was quick to catch you before you so much as moved a foot away from him, pulling you tight to his chest. you’d been a little scared, feeling like you might fall, but it only made you laugh harder when your eyes reconnected with his.
he was practically wheezing now — in fact, he probably would be in a few seconds — tears brimming his eyes as he repeated, “shuck?”
you laughed impossibly harder, kicking your feet as you heard him say it, the word even funnier coming from him somehow.
and as you sat there, wrapped up in his arms, laughing about some stupid thing you said by accident, your lips still tingling from the first kiss, you were struck by metaphorical and internal lightning, realizing hard and fast that everything you’d ever imagined with grayson, all the times you’d thought about the possibility of us, it was exactly like this. your laughter was cut short but your smile remained as you leaned in to kiss him again, kissing him through smiles and laughter and all the burning desire to let out the feelings you’d held in for so long.
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