S M A R T A S S

“I mean, why wouldn’t you though? What to you is not fun about dancing on an elevated surface?”

“becker ––– i’m six foot four, i pretty much already touch the roof, if i was on an elevated surface, my head would be through the ceiling.”

“Oh god, don’t do that.” She shook her head, no no no no no. “I mean, I love staying up late just as much as the next guy, but you know, be smart about when you lose your mind you know?”

“it’s fine, it’s only a spanish test i have tomorrow and i’m already fluent so i’ll survive.” he said to the girl with a chuckle.

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“Really?” She asked then looked at him, “Russian? Out of everything?”

“you know i speak like eight languages right?” he said with a soft chuckle.

“You’re the smartest person I know Gracie. If you can’t help me I’m doomed to only lose my popularity in the Youtube community, become a nobody, and drift off into an ever lonely sea of despair and disappointment. Is that what you want?” she spoke dramatically. Truth was she’s had camera on her way before she blew up. However, it was nice that now they asked about her, not her parents.

“and you’re the most sociable and likable person, you loosing popularity is literally impossible.” grayson said as he looked over at her. “hey if you drift off to the sea of dispear can you bring me back a keychain?” the man chuckled.

She just smiled in return, letting go and moving to the microwave in the room. “Remote’s on the bed. We’ll watch something you want for once since you’re having a bad night.” she said, loading some of the pizza rolls on a plate. She leaned against her desk as the microwave hummed. Her phone buzzed on the desk and she knew it was her ex. She sighed, sending it to voicemail. “So! New distraction. I need some content ideas for the vlog.” 

“alright.” grayson said as he walked into the room, picking up the remote before heading onto netflix, looking for something they could watch. gray’s ears perked up when he heard her before shrugging slightly. “you know i’m the least creative person right? i just watch the videos.”

“I’m sorry mi corazon.” she whispered. She knew his mom could be a bit over bearing at times. The exact opposite of her parent’s disdain towards her. It’s not that they didn’t love her. But it wasn’t a secret their favorite was her brother. “Well you’ve got me. I was going to watch some hulu and eat pizza rolls. I’m only willing to share if I get cuddles.” she teased with a smile. 

“don’t apologise, you’re the one good thing i’ve got right now.” he said to her softly, his chin resting against her head before pulling back slightly. “you know you can’t keep pizza rolls from me –– and it’s basically impossible for me not to cuddle you.”

“What happened?” she asked, pulling him into a hug. She was a full foot shorter than him, so really he was hugging her but, it was the thought that counted. “Do you even want to talk about it?”

“she’s just being her usual obsessive self.” grayson sighed as he wrapped his arms around her after leaning down. their height difference never really bothered him, he was basically taller than everyone he knew. “maybe later, i guess for now i just wanted to talk to you.”

“Sorry. It’s 2am in my defense.” she ran a hand through her hair. “Of course you can. Is everything alright?

“you make a fair point.” he said with a nod. “i got into a huge argument with my mum and well, i couldn’t sleep.”

“Gods, do you have any idea what time it is? This better be good.” Catalina sighed as she opened up her door. “What are you even doing here?”

graysons eyes had been locked on the floor, only looking up when she opened the door. “hello to you too?” he said to her. “can i come in?”

tapping her pen ferociously against her laptop, della’s eyesight was zoomed out of focus – her mind anywhere and everywhere but in class. a voice brought her out of her trance-like state, a bit taken aback by his question ❛ yeah ❜ she quipped back, ❛ practically beaming ❜ she mused quietly, looking around the lecture room before bringing her focus back to grayson ❛ let’s get out of here ❜ she said, packing up whatever belongings she brought into class with her.   

“Like, I dunno, there are some bars where you can dance on the tables and stuff, and I was wondering if you thought it was like fun and cool you know?”

“i mean it’s not the worst, i wont be dancing on any table –– you can.”

Caroline blushed. “Oh,” she smiled a little. “Still.”

“caroline it’s been years, if i can’t handle making fun myself then i’m going to get no where in life.”

“Me too honestly, well… minus the studying” she laughed taking her shot. “What a hard life eh… What did you have to do today?”

a soft laugh fell from graysons lips. “i’ve got a russian test tomorrow, was last minute studying for that.”

Zara licked her lips, closing her computer and nodding. “Lead the way,” she said simply, standing.

a soft smirk made its way to his lips before he held out his hand for her to take, making his way to the back and empty part of the library.

“So elevated surfaces.” Becker started, trying to get a feel of if he should look into making thee cabinets more sturdy, “Do you like dancing on them? and why?”

“ ––––––– what?”