Cameron: Next thing you know, she’s going to fall in love with you. Is that what you want?

Grayson, attempting denial: *scoffing* Is that what I want.

Grayson’s Snapchat (4/22/18)

blurb for @fxckmegrayson or whatever ! creds to her for this idea i luh her

you watched as your boyfriend grayson had once again, taken a hold of your aqua bass, his fingers skillfully playing through a few chords as you got ready in the bathroom of your shared bedroom.

you were sticking your stud earrings into your ears as you watched him on the bed in nothing but his blue adidas track pants, veins in clear show, and his brown hair a disheveled mess.

a smile appeared almost automatically onto your face as you took a pause to watch him slowly go, humming a familiar tune. it was of a song that became sort of your song.

i was doing fine without ya, til i saw your face, now i can’t erase.

you were in a band, and he had always been interested in music; the bass, especially, ever since he watched you walk onstage after a friend of his invited him to your show. it was the first time his heart had ever started beating so fast as well.

“gray…” you tried calling him, and he looked up after the fourth time. setting your bass down gently, he stood up, his tall height always giving you tingles. “gotta go to practice,”

“right, sorry, but im learning it…” he said, smile in show.

“you’re doing great, but i gotta go,” you said, looking up at him and then suddenly looking down at the freckle on his chiseled chin that you loved so much. it was like a star on him.

so without a thought, you leaned in and gave it a chaste kiss, surprising him, but it was like doing that let every negative vibe set free. his eyes sparkled, and his dimples showed.

“w-what was that for?” he asked, hand going to his chin, voice still a little raspy as he hadn’t spoken much that morning.

you shrugged. “good luck? it’s my good luck freckle,” you stated, your thumb gently grazing his famous freckle.

grayson didn’t know what to say, or how to respond. it was such a simple thing, however he adored it. he adored you. a loving smile played at his lips, and he was blushing, but before you could even notice, you realized you had to go soon due to your phone ringing nonstop.

“okay, bye!”

once you took your bass and put it in its case, gray still stood there for a few to replay what had just happened. it was just a mark on his face, or so he thought.

-

gray was late.

it was the night of your big show. you and the band had been rehearsing non-stop, and recording to get an EP out, so you were very busy and hardly got to see him anymore. however tonight, he promised he’d come no matter how busy he was as well, but it had been an hour and he was still nowhere to be seen.

“hey, we’re on in 5 minutes, what the hell are you doing?” your bandmate asked, nerves clearly getting to them as they spoke.

“gray hasn’t shown up…” you mumbled with a tapping foot.

what if something happened? it was silly, but what if with all the luck you were giving yourself… it was just taking his own away?

you heard your manager calling to you, but that’s when you saw gray finally walk in, a little out of breath yet relieved he was right on time. you gasped aloud and pushed your bass roughly against your managers chest before rushing down the steps and swimming into the crowd to go to him.

he saw you as well and pushed through with a few excuse-me’s and sorry’s, somehow getting poked in the eye and getting slapped in the process.

“gray,” you said when you finally met, and he didn’t hear it but he read your lips as you were cradling his face now, his grip going to your waist.

“baby, im so sorry, i got stuck doing shit with ethan and then there was this dog at the house we were trying to help and then traffic here was bad. there’s a lot of people, i forgot how big you were now,” he chuckled deeply, and your heart fluttered at hearing him.

“no, no, you’re okay. you’re okay, i love you. just wanted to see you before i went–”

that’s when you heard a big roar coming from your other bandmate, screaming at you to get the hell up on stage as the show was only minutes from starting.

“okay okay,” you went in to kiss grayson’s lips and turned to leave, when he pulled you back.

“wait, forgetting something?”

you frowned, confused, until he puckered up but leaned his chin in. oh god, he was adorable, but how could you ever forget? it had been your thing now. where you gave a kiss to his freckle every time you had to go, so that luck was on you all day, everyday.

and so you leaned in and gave a peck to his freckle, earning a big cheeky smile from your boyfriend.

“okay i really have to go!” you shouted out, letting go of him even though you didn’t want to.

“hey!” you turned quickly when you found the stairs back up to the stage. worried once more due to the tone in his voice, you froze. “don’t forget me when you’re famous!”