Bear - G.D
Summary: as fall is quickly approaching, Grayson decides he wants to take his girl camping —without Ethan’s complaining— one last time before the new season sets in.
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“Is that the last of it?” Y/n asked, standing in the back of Ethan’s costume Jeep.
“Yep. I think so.” Grayson took a quick glance at the supplies before slamming shut the Jeeps trunk doors and smiling at Y/n.
With a head nod and a sly smirk placed on his lips to hers, they were ready to spend what seemed to be the first and last night of peace-fullness until next year.
“I can’t believe he’s letting you take his car, y’know, since he’s not going.” Her seatbelt clicked shut, as did his.
He sighed. “Yeah. But he’ll get over it.”
“He’ll probably jerk off all night if I’m being honest.” she mumbled under her breath as she pulled up the directions on her phone.
Ironically, Ethan had been trying to get some action since they told him yesterday. It was late, around eleven, and he couldn’t have been more oddly thrilled for them to be gone.
“You aren’t mad or anything? Just a few days ago you were mad we went to the beach when you were sick,” Grayson was sprawled out on the couch, Y/n tucked in the corner on her phone looking for camp sights near LA.
“Nah. What time are you guys leaving?”
“Uh, I dunno. Like, one?” he glared over at Y/n, who was lost in yelp reviews.
“Y’all should go earlier... just so you don’t catch traffic or anything. Would hate to get stuck on the highway for like two hours.”
Grayson’s brows quirked up, reading right through his twin brother. “Yeah, sure, I guess.” he then finished off his last spoon-full of dairy free ice cream and called for Y/n.
“Night E.” she said softly, not taking her eyes off the bright screen that she was so lost in.
“Night.”
After he heard his brothers door close, he had imagined himself doing it all over. Where ever he wanted.
“You know, last night, when we were at together?” he asked her, turning the corner to get onto the highway.
“Hm?”
“I knew he was lying and trying to get us out of the house earlier just so he could beat his meat.”
Y/n turned quickly over to him, cupping her thigh. “Wait are you serious? I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.”
“I’m being dead serious, you do realize we can read each other pretty well right? We shared a womb. And y’know, not to be rude babe, but...”
Y/n cocked her brows upright. “But what? I wanna know.”
“It’s no big deal, it’s just... you aren’t the best at picking up signals and stuff. Like, that one time this kid was hitting on you when we were out looking for props; you had no idea until he asked if we were related.”
“He was being nice! Can I not be nice to other people!?”
“Y/n he asked if we were related.”
“Maybe he was just curious! Ever think about that?”
“Whatever you say,” he glanced over at her, chuckling at the sight of her dark red cheeks that he had caused.
Once they were on the highway, all the minor tension between them had flown out the rolled down windows and trapped inside the speakers that blasted Kid Cudi.
“And every time, the moon shines I become alive! Yeah!” Grayson sang, dancing in the drivers seat while he tapped hard on the steering wheel and bopped his head to the beat.
Y/n couldn’t help but let the biggest smile she’s ever seen on herself while watching her boyfriend sing to his favorite artist, with his favorite girl, on their way to do his favorite thing.
Grayson felt his “solo” approaching, taking a deep breath in waiting for the long string of na na na’s to pass.
“I watch the sun collapse, and took up in the clizoud! I am the lone wolf, go where I wanna, let the moon shine be the guide to the lizight! Even when I stray away the light never left me, uh! I learn to follow my instinct, Blinded by the light, Rather that than the evil. Feelin' out of place in a room full of people Try and be the same but you know you're not a sequel!” he screamed at the absolute top of his lungs, gasping for air.
She smiled even wider, now watching him reach over her legs for the glove compartment where he kept an emergency inhaler, taking a big puff of it.
There is never a dull moment. She though as Gray had caught onto her giddy stare.
“And what are you looking at?” he asked, highly and most definitely already knowing the answer.
Y/n shook her head, still giving him that smile he loved.
He only smirked, taking one of his hands off the wheel in order to gently place it onto her thigh and give a reassuring squeeze.
Hours have passed, and what have Y/n and Grayson been doing? Maybe the typical cliché couple things that those couples do? Like go on hikes, take pictures together, maybe even go rock climbing? No, that isn’t what they are doing. In fact, that is the complete opposite of what was happening at ten pm at night around a campfire.
Y/n, who had about five jumbo marsh-mellows in her mouth, was trying desperately to try and catch Grayson -- who was trying to escape Y/n’s sticky marsh-mellow-ie fingers-- as fast as he could without falling off the edge of a steep hill that lead to the road or into the pit of fire.
“Why are you like this?! Can’t we just have a normal date without you trying to injure me!” he called out, only making Y/n laugh harder while pumping her legs faster just to get to him.
Her giggles were muffled since she had managed to shove five jumbo marsh-mellows in her mouth and struggling to get her now grimey hands on her boyfriends clean face.
“C’mere!” she couldn’t help but laugh, causing one of the mellows to pop out from her lips and onto the brown dirt surrounding them.
“Ew!”
The dirtiness of the mellow was funny to her, causing her to pick up the pine-prickled dirty marsh-mellow and toss it straight at his face.
“Ugh! Y/N!”
He was raging, but never at anything she did. Because even though she threw something completely disgusting at him, he could not help but notice how adorable she looked with her hair down and puffed out cheeks.
She was ready to run, but somehow ended up his big ol’ arms she was so familiar with.
“S’cuse me sir,” Y/n’s cheeks were puffed more than ever, and Grayson had to remind himself over and over again he was too young to get married.
“Spit them out.” he demanded, but made sure he didn’t sound like he was angry at her.
She listened, only because she had made him sufficiently mad to say the least. And one by one, she popped a mellow out until her red hot cheeks had calmed down from being inflamed.
“Now, you my love, are going to not try and get nasty food on my face and we are both going to make the last night of summer good; without Ethan or you acting like an animal. ‘K?”
Y/n was in shock still, getting lost in the golden flecks that blended in the fire that reflected in them easily. “Mhm,” she muttered without thinking.
Soon, they were sharing a lawn chair, --and Y/n was “sharing” Grayson’s big ol’ Kid Cudi sweatshirt that had the printing SWIM IN THE LIGHT on the front-- admiring the fire that was keeping the two warm from the cold wind that was blaring past them.
“See, when you’re calm, you are much easier to do things with.” Grayson whispered into her ear.
And even though it wasn’t exactly a compliment, she got the chills that ran down her spin with just the sound of his voice and the lingering presence of his skin on hers.
“You are lucky you’re stronger than me, because I would totally throw you off this cliff and make sure that nobody would find out that is was your innocent girlfriend that did it.”
He cocked his head back, probably -- if not indefinitely-- surprised at what she had said.
“Well now I’m scared,” he admitted, unrealing his arms from around her.
“Good, you should be.”
She was thankful that she had her back towards him, because then she couldn’t see the huge smile that broke onto her face after seeing how red his ears and cheeks got.
It would totally give away the fact that she is the softest person Grayson has ever met and would never hurt a fly.
She then rested her head into the crook of his neck while he gave her waist a soft squeeze just to remind her that she was his. Then, tears threatened to shed from her cheeks, but she kept herself calm and managed to sniffle and blink them away.
“You okay bear?” he asked, trying to look at her face that she was hiding from him.
“Yeah, I’m good. Allergies.”
Even if she had told him why she was crying, she wouldn’t know what to say. Because in all honesty, she’s never cried from happiness before. At least not because a boy took her camping with the middle name, Bailey.
He sighed slowly, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt over her head to transform her into a cone head.
Both of them sat in silence, accompanied by the crickets that were giving them a performance in the distance and the trickles of rain that had started to surround them.
“Was it supposed to rain? I thought you said the weather would be good?”
Y/n was spaced out, staring blankly up at the trees that made her feel like an ant.
“Y/n?” he asked.
“Hm,”
“You know it’s raining, right?”
She looked down from the atmosphere, finally understanding what exactly he was saying. “Oh.”
Grayson was never the greatest with his patience, but his girl was different. He never snapped at her or yelled, only because he thought of her as such a delicate angel and he didn’t want to be the cause of a broken wing.
“Hey, bear, we should get inside before we get hypothermia.”
Y/n nodded, captivated by his words and the softness of his touch under the sweatshirt and on her bare warm skin.
She felt as if she were floating in her skin when it came to his touch. He was so beautiful and just being around him the majority of the time, seeing the soft side of him most people didn’t get to see, was so mind-boggling to her that she herself couldn’t fully comprehend the fact that she had him. And of all people, he picked her.
“Y’know, I knew it was gonna rain but I didn’t wanna tell you because I knew how excited you were to finally get out of the house without Ethan.” she whispered when they got into the tent.
“Bear, you could have told me, it’s not like I’d be mad or anything.”
“Well, I know, but you were so excited.”
He gave her a closed-mouth smile, pulling her in to give her a soft forehead kiss and having her rest atop of his chest.
My sweet girl. He thought, seconds before he drifted off to a calming sleep with his indeed sweet girl in his arms, listening to the rain trickle on the top of the tent.