#sophthompson

[graysonhandlers]

This was ridiculous. Homecoming had been ages ago, but the way Ben told it, it was like the whole debacle had just happened. Grayson had promised that he’d talk to Sophia and apologize (or whatever) though, and now that he and Ben were finally back to normal he wasn’t about to fuck things up again. Especially not because of anything to do with Sophia. Grayson doubted Sophia would respond to any texts from him again though, so he was forced to ask Ben where the hell her locker was, and subsequently use that information to track her down at school. Spotting her in front of it at lunchtime, Grayson leaned up against the lockers beside hers, hopefully startling her in the process. “Ben wanted me to talk to you, so don’t yell at me for being here,” he said, in lieu of a greeting. He’d only promised to apologize for ruining Sophia’s (stupid) date with Ben on homecoming; he didn’t have to be civil past that.

[graysonhandlers]

things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear

         “can you just tell her it’s grayson calling?” he pauses, frowns when the voice on the other line says yes, that’s exactly the problem – grayson’s the one calling. “listen, i know she doesn’t want to talk to me, but i just need to – ” the click on the other end echoes, but grayson stays on the line for another thirty seconds anyway before he gives up. just in case. 

         “fuck,” grayson spits out emphatically. it doesn’t make him feel any better, but hey, it doesn’t make him feel worse either. sometimes that’s the best he can ask for. he shoves his phone in his pocket and turns around, already prepared to smooth his facial expression back out to normal before he enters the hallway behind him and faces anyone at school.

             except. there’s already someone standing there.

             sophia thompson looks smug, but when does she not? he can already tell what she thinks – that this is some girl who, unlike sophia, had the smarts to dump grayson before he dumped her. he really, really wishes that was the case. “are you always so fucking nosy?” grayson snaps, crossing his arms. it’s easier to be angry at sophia than to wonder how much she overheard. “why are you even here?”

[bendgi-blog]

brophia and #1 :))))

(  things i said at 1 am  |  brophia  )

i. ( ‘ he won’t notice you’re  h e r e . ‘ )  you see the look in his eyes and the hesitation to continue the conversation almost as if he had never said something to begin with. his eyes glaze over, and he thinks about the man he thought he knew before god had taken another blonde angel into his arms. never once did he know that this sacrifice had protected her from the worst, and now he was living out a nightmare on earth. he looks into your eyes, and you see the same sadness that you had seen for years escalate throughout his body. maybe it was the history, or the reoccurring moments that came to your head in that moment, but something about it felt too personal to touch. 

ii. ( ‘ have you ever thought about running  a w a y ? ‘ )  he’s looking up at the ceiling now, worrying about whether or not you’ll call him crazy for even considering the possibility. you nod slowly, and although he couldn’t see your response he still put on a weak smile and continued his gaze as if he could see right through the poorly done paint job and right into the galaxy full of lost stars. he had never considering himself to be one of them until now. 

iii. ( ‘ please don’t  l e a v e . ‘ )  when he says this, you are confused. mostly, you reassure him that you weren’t planning to go anywhere, but something clicks and you suddenly know his true meaning. he looks at you with a palm reached out in a promise, and you take it because that’s what best friends do. you hold each other’s lives to your chests and you wish to one day be free of the blood you didn’t agree on being your responsibility. he tells you he sees blonde, choppy hair in his nightmares, and you tell him to let her go. neither of you have never known security from anyone else. 

iv. ( ‘ you’re my best friend.  a l w a y s . ‘ )  he’s half asleep, mumbling along as he’s dazing off into a slumber he wished would come sooner. you lay side by side, but not intertwined, because the blur between platonic and romance was only a little bit distracting when nothing else mattered but the way you cared for each other. his eyes finally closed, and you watched as he muttered his finally words, ones that you had heard a million times before but you had never really l i s t e n e d . 

v. ( ‘ i love  y o u . ‘ )  

[graysonhandlers]

Normally Grayson left campus for his lunch period, but today he found himself loitering behind. He might not love it, but he had things to do before he could ditch and get some food. And so, with some reluctance, he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts, finally selecting the one labeled ‘do not answer’. It was mostly a joke at this point, considering the fact that Sophia would never call him, but hey, it also never hurt to be prepared.

[text]:  hey where u at i got smth important to tell u [text]:  before u threaten to idk castrate me or wtv: 1. its abt ben 2. i dont wanna talk to u either so it'll be fast 

With that squared away, Grayson leaned up against building behind him and waited. Hopefully Sophia texted him back soon (or really --- at all), because this whole thing was going to be annoying enough without having to track her down.

[graysonhandlers]

The drunk tank reeked. Or maybe it was the people in there? Either way Grayson slouched down on the bench, ignoring everyone else around him. Where the hell was his mom? The longer she took the later it was, and the greater chance his parents would murder him in the morning. Besides, he was more than ready to go home. Tonight had...not gone the way he planned. Grayson picked at a hole in his jeans and tried to resist scowling -- what the fuck was Oliver and Heath’s problem? (And to a lesser extent, albeit easily ignored in the aftermath, what was Grayson’s problem that he’d kiss Ben like that?) Ben’s dad had already picked him up, as had most of the other slightly familiar faces from the party, leaving Grayson more or less alone with his thoughts and a bunch of drunk people. It wasn't ideal. Or, well...there was one other person he knew fairly well in the holding cell, and she even seemed sober despite being thrown in with the rest of them, but it was Sophia Thompson. Lovely. He hadn’t forgotten their last conversation, but even still, his restless boredom got the better of him, and he couldn’t help trying to fill the silence. “Were you even at the party? How the hell did you end up here?”