A/N: aha ha ha, not me, coming back with a dry part
Summary: Her anxiety ruined the romantic night that they’re supposed to have, but at least everything’s getting better on the next day
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“Bianca, you’ve asked me that question three times,” Grayson lets out a deep sigh, keeping his hand pressed against her cheek as he speaks. There’s definitely something wrong with this girl, but he has no idea about what’s running inside her head.
“Answer me, please...,” she whispers, and once again shuts her eyes closed.
“I’ve told you that I love you, Bumblebee. What’s wrong? Please, tell me,” he begs for his girlfriend to tell him, he’s dying to know. He looks down at her with a hurtful look in his face. No lie, it hurts him to see her being that fragile in front of him.
But instead of answering him, she just sobs. Tears rolling down her cheeks as she shakes her head. Grayson gently grabs her by her wrist, as he calls for her name once again. “Bianca— Bianca, hey, look at me,” he orders.
She finally chooses to give in, opening her eyes to meet his gaze. Grayson shakes his head as he rolls to the side to lay beside her. Lovingly, he scoops the girl into his embrace to calm her down. Bianca continues to sob as she holds onto her boyfriend. “I’m sorry...,” she whispers.
“For what? Hey, Bumblebee, I’m here for you,” Grayson coos as he rests his index finger below her chin, gently lifting her chin up to meet her eyes.
“For... being me. F—for being one p—plain girlfriend for y—you,” she sobs. In response, Grayson lets out a soft sigh to her statement.
It’s like a knife to his chest that she thinks that she’s one plain girlfriend.
She shakes her head as she tries to wiggle away from his embrace. Once she’s free, she sits up, and turns aside to hide her face from his boyfriend so that he’s facing her bare back. “Just leave me, Grayson...,” she mumbles.
“What the fuck, Bianca...,” he mutters under his breath as he watches her acting completely strange. “Face me. Now,” he speaks in stern voice.
“Why would you choose me?!,” out of nowhere she yells as she turns to face him, both of her eyes are red from crying.
“Because I love you— What the fuck are you thinking?,” he yells back in return, feeling completely lost with her unusual behavior.
“I—I’m nothing...,” she mumbles as she brings her knees up to her chest, and wraps her arms around her knees.
“What do you mean?,” Grayson lets out a soft groan as he sits up, pulling the girl sitting on the edge of the bed closer to him, but again, Bianca remains quiet.
It’s like Grayson finally knows what’s going on inside her head. He wraps his arms around her torso as he speaks. “Baby, I want you, not Alana,” he sighs.
Bianca gently chews her lower lip as she looks up at her boyfriend. Indeed, it’s the only thing running inside her head. The fact that her mind keeps telling her that she’s the inferior one, compared to Alana, Grayson’s ex crush.
“Enough with this bullshit, okay? If I wanted her, I would’ve called you and end everything. But I waited for you to come, Bianca. Why? Because I only want you,” he coos, with his hand rubbing her back soothingly. Bianca gives no reply, but she keeps her arms wrapped around his neck.
“Let me say this once again, I don’t care if she’s Alana Whitman. I’ve met someone better, and her name is Bianca Reine. And she’s all I want, for now, and for the rest of my life,” he continues before he plants a gentle kiss onto her temple.
“I know I fucked up, but for real, Bianca Reine owns my heart. And she’s the only one that matters,” he nods his head. “Don’t you believe me?,” he asks.
There is a silence for few seconds, but Bianca ends up nodding her head. Of course she believes him. It’s just her mind tricking her.
“I—I’m sorry, I think I’m just tired... you know— jetlag,” she mumbles before she lies down. Again, with her back facing her boyfriend. She just can’t look into his eyes, not right now.
“Shh, it’s okay. You need the rest,” he replies as he lies down to join her. He turns to his side and wraps his arm around her protectively. He gently plants a kiss onto her temple, and buries his face in her hair. “Goodnight, Bumblebee. I love you. So much,” Grayson coos as he shuts his eyes closed.
“Goodnight... I love you too,” she whispers in return as she rests her hand on top of his. She lets out deep sigh as the guilt attacks her. She should’ve just kept that thought inside her head instead of telling him so. Seeing hurt in his face really makes her feel like she’s the worst girlfriend ever.
One thing Bianca knows; she hurts him.
“Chefin’?,” Ethan’s voice echoes as he steps into the kitchen. Bianca nearly dropped the plate that she’s holding.
“God, Ethan!,” she squeaks as she sets the plate down. “Can’t you just say ‘hi, Bianca’ or something like ‘good morning’?,” she complains as she turns her focus back to the pan on the stove to flip the pancake.
“Sorry,” he laughs as he hops onto one of the stools. He points at one plate before he turns his gaze back to the girl standing next to the fridge. “There are 3 plates here, so, I assume this one is mine?,” he asks.
“Yes, yes, I’m making 3. For me, you, and Gray,” she quickly nods her head as she turns the stove off and place the last pancake on the empty plate on the counter.
“Thanks, Bi!,” Ethan replies as he quickly grabs his fork to dig in. And that’s when Grayson enters the kitchen. There he stands, wearing his olive green hoodie, paired with his black jeans and his favorite pair of Air Force 1, also, his backpack. Bianca can’t help herself but smiles as she looks at his college-boyfriend.
“Morning, Bumblebee,” he speaks as he makes his way towards her to press a gentle kiss onto her cheek. He placed his hands on her waist as he kisses her to keep her close.
“Mm, morning, Grape” Bianca replies with a bright smile on her face. She shifts her gaze from the plates of pancakes to her boyfriend quickly before she reaches out to grab a fork and places it onto her boufriend’s plate. “Here’s your breakfast,” she hands him the plate, but Grayson shakes his head quickly.
“I’m gonna be late, babe,” instead, he grabs his cup of coffee that Bianca has prepared before, and takes a small sip of it before he puts it down onto the kitchen counter.
“Wh— I made you pancakes!,” Bianca pouts.
“Bro, they’re bomb. I’d ask her to make me some more if only we don’t have a class to attend in 20 minutes,” Ethan comments as he grabs the tissue to wipe his mouth clean.
“Pleaaaase?,” a soft whine comes out of her mouth as she grabs the fork to cut the pancakes into smaller pieces, and brings some up to his mouth with it. “Aaah— c’mon open your mouth,” she gives him another pout as she attempts to balance herself, since she’s standing on the tip of her toes to match his height.
Grayson lets her to feed him. And no lie, it was one of the best pancakes that he has ever tasted. A small smile comes across Bianca’s lips as she watches her boyfriend enjoying her meal. “Is it good?,” she asks.
“One of the best pancakes I’ve ever had. Thank you, baby,” Grayson nods his head as a small smile comes across his lips. He gently presses a soft kiss onto her forehead one last time. “I’ll be home before 4, I promise,” he mumbles.
“I’ll be waiting,” Bianca nods as she shifts her gaze to Ethan, who’s already making his way out of their little apartment. “Have a nice day you two!,” she exclaims.
“Thanks, Bi!,” Ethan answers. Grayson turns around to face his girl one more time as he reaches the door. “Keep the door locked. Don’t leave the apartment, okay? Stay here, wait until I get home,” he demands.
Bianca raises her eyebrow as a little smirk comes across her lips. “What if I wanna go out? What if I need to go out and grab some—“
“Wait. Until. I. Get. Home. Am I making myself clear? I’ll take you wherever you need to go, but wait for me. I need to make sure that you’re safe. And by safe, means I’m going with you, okay?,” Grayson explains quickly, hoping Bianca would do what he asked her to.
“Alright, Mr. Bodyguard. You’re activating your protective mode, hm?,” she hums.
“That mode’s always active for you. See you! I love you!,” Grayson waves his hand before he closes the door behind him.
“Babe? Hey, it’s almost 4,” Bianca can hear Grayson’s deep voice near her.
Bianca brings her hand up to her face to rub her eyes gently as she slowly opens her eyes to find her boyfriend sitting on the edge of their bed. He even still has his backpack on his shoulders.
“Hey... welcome home,” she yawns.
Grayson just smile. If he can rate the level of cuteness of the view in front of him, he’d rate it 100 out of 10. There is nothing cuter than Bianca being sleepy. Well maybe 200 out of 10, since she’s wearing his t-shirt.
“Are you okay?,” he asks.
“I’m okay, just so tired that I decided to nap,” she nods her head.
“Definitely. Did you spend the day cleaning the whole apartment?,” Grayson finally takes his backpack off and sets it down onto the rug. He noticed it right away the moment he walked in. Everything is looking clean and neat. All-washed-plates in the kitchen, no more opened-books scattered on the table in the living room, and their newly-changed bedsheet. Bianca nods her head.
“You know you could’ve just wait until I get home with Ethan, so we can do it to—“
“It’s okay, really,” she shakes her head as she leans in to give him a soft kiss, only to stop him from talking; leaving Grayson with no choice but to return the kiss.
“Alright, so, Ethan and I are going to see one of Alana’s bestfriends, Fabio, who works at a tattoo parlor. Do you want to go with me?,” he asks as soon as he pulls away.
A slight frown comes across Bianca’s face as he mentions the word “tattoo”. “You’re getting a tattoo?,” she asks. Grayson quickly nods his head.
“Actually— Ethan was the one who talked about getting another tattoo first, but, I thought it’s not a bad idea, so I’m thinking about getting a new one as well,” Grayson explains. Few days after he arrived in Los Angeles, Grayson showed Bianca that he got himself a tattoo on the back of his ear. It was a “333” tattoo; his angel number. “But uh— actually, if you don’t mind, I want to get a matching one with you,” he adds.
“Matching tattoos?,” Bianca emphasizes the idea one more time as she shifts her gaze back to her boyfriend.
“Yeah, but, you don’t have to if you don’t feel like—“
“I love the idea! But— is it going to be painful?,” Grayson can sense worry in her tone.
“You’ll be okay, I’ll be with you,” he gives her another smile to convince her that everything’s going to be okay. “So you in?,” he asks once again for the last time.
“I’ll wait for you outside, Bumblebee. Hurry up,” he gets up from the bed and makes his way out, giving her some time to get herself ready.
Tattoo date? Perfectly splendid way to end the day.
“Heeeey, it’s the famous Alana Whitman here!,” the guys with short blonde hair greets the whole squad as soon as they arrive at Ink Theory, one of the famous tattoo parlors in town.
“Hey, Fabio!,” Alana waves her hand at the guy who just greeted her.
“What kind of tat that you want for today?,” Fabio asks before he takes a sip of his cola.
“I’m not getting one. But my friend here, Ethan, is going to get one,” Alana explains.
“And also Bianca and I,” Grayson adds. Bianca nods her head as she crosses her arms in front of her chest, with her foot tapping on to the floor to hide her nervousness about getting her first tattoo. She even had to google about the tips & tricks about getting a tattoo for the first time before they left the apartment. She’s that nervous.
“Alright, let’s get things done. Who’s going first?,” Fabio asks. Ethan quickly raises his hand.
As Fabio, Alana, and Ethan discuss about his tattoo placement, Bianca, who’s sitting on a long chair with Grayson in the waiting room, turns to face him. “Have you decided about the tattoo that you’re getting?,” she asked.
Grayson, who was cheking on his phone, immediately turns his gaze from the phone screen to the girl sitting next to him. “I’m planning to get your initials tattoed on me. BMR, stands for Bianca Madora Reine— maybe with a little bee at the end of it. Bumblebee— you know?,” he explains.
“Oh, that’d look good...,” she answers. “Where?,” she asks once again.
“Hmm, probably on chest, right here,” he places his own palm, right in the middle of his chest.
“Chest? But why chest?,” she raises an eyebrow in response.
“Right here because you’re the reason of my heart beating every single day. My heart never stops beating for you, Bumblebee,” he hums.
Bianca can’t help but smile. He’s just too cute sometimes.
“How about you?,” Grayson asks her this time, getting curious about her idea.
“Hmm, it’s gonna be a surprise, so wait and see,” Bianca nudges his rib playfully as she sticks her tongue out, though actually she’s trying to hide the fact that she hasn’t decided what it’s going to be.
But hey, maybe it helps for a bit.
