Grayson Jack Andrews

“I don’t know,” Violette said, with a little laugh, putting her hands into her pockets as she walked up to him, “It was fun when I was sixteen, so I sort of get it.”

“That couple was definitely not sixteen though.” He pointed out with a snort. “Least I’m pretty sure neither of them were sixteen. Either way, I don’t see the appeal.” His welsh accent thickened a bit with his confusion before he reigned it back in to an understandable level.

Mason glared in the direction of the couple but shook his head at their cries, there really was no use in him attempting to convince them further that there was nothing good out here, they weren’t going to stop. “Just wait, there’s a swarm of bees out here!” He shook his head. “I feel like I’m being an old… Fuddy duddy.”

Gray glanced over at the couple once more before shaking his head again. He really didn’t understand the appeal of having sex outside, or in public, or anything like that. It made him wonder if there was something wrong with him for it. “Or.... I think they’re rolling around in some poison ivy!” He smirked faintly. “I don’t think I’ve heard anyone say ‘fuddy duddy’ in ages.” 

“But there’s a certain element of excitement in doing it where you could potentially get caught.” She explained, smirk playing on her lips. “I’m not sure,” she laughed, “Maybe you wanted to try it out, huh?” inwardly, she chastised herself for teasing him so, but he was cute, and she could see herself being perfectly content kissing him. 

“Everyone keeps saying that and I just don’t get it!” He shook his head lightly and flushed even brighter at her words. “What? No? I don’t ....” He shuffled a bit and reached up to flip his hat off of his head to give himself something to do to distract himself from his embarrassment.

“Of course not! Means you’ve got something to hide that you’re afraid would come out if you’re drunk!” Kayt declared, stupid, goofy grin plastered on her face. “Thank you, thank you.” She responded, taking a deep bow before chugging the rest of her drink- which was only about half full. “Oh, stop. I’ll be fineeee. I could walk home from here!” 

“Um, I ... I guess? I just ... I’m not overly fond of drinking I suppose.” He reached up as if to adjust his hat, only to remember he wasn’t wearing one. His lips twitched lightly at her thanks, though he lost his smile when she chugged the rest of her drink. “I’m not sure that’s exactly safe either. You never know what sort of unsavory characters are around and alcohol could impair your reactions and reflexes.” He thought about asking if she’d mind him walking her home but wasn’t sure how well received the offer would be.

Ivy thought about it, and she supposed he was right. “I guess so, everyone thinks they’ll survive and be the final girl. But I don’t think anyone is immune.” She definitely wasn’t, but she didn’t want to show her dark thoughts. “They’re the couple that dies first the and the group of teenagers realize that things are about to get scary.” She looked at him. “I’m Ivy by the way.”

He scoffed faintly and nodded, his lips twisting sadly before he forced face into a more neutral expression. “Yeah, no one is immune and not everyone survives when they think they’re gonna.” He smirked faintly at her words and nodded. “What does that make us then?” He chuckled lightly and held his hand out to her. “I’m Grayson, or Gray. Nice to meet you.”

Ella pulled her arm back from around the man, deciding that would be better for him. She was struck with a thought and looked over at him. “God you aren’t a virgin are you? You seem precious enough… And those cheeks, god I just want to pinch them.”

He took a deep sigh and relaxed once she backed up a little bit and gave her a tentative smile. At her words his blushed and shook his head quickly. “What? No, I just ... Mm not good with people some times and why am I telling you this? Why are you asking me this?!”

Violet rubbed a hand over her face, she wished the ground would swallow her up but she realized that wouldn’t solve anything. So she just nodded, a smile on her face. She could be so stupid sometimes. “I.. Uh.. Try to be..” She shook her head. “I try to not ask because I don’t like people asking what happened to me with my ex so.. I just.. Don’t… Ugh god I’m so sorry about.. Me.” She shook her head, a smile coming back to her face just a little bit. “Thanks! It’s nice to know I can still do it.”

He spent a lot of time working through his grief about Arielle’s death, Jason had helped him quite a bit with it when they were younger and still under the same roof. But he never had quite worked through his self-blame and guilt over her death and it took everything in him not to think about it all day, everyday. “Really, it’s okay. You didn’t do it intentionally or anything so...” He trailed off and shrugged. He chuckled lightly and slipped his hat off of his head to run a hand through his hair. “What made you suddenly decide to give it a go again?”

Max couldn’t help but nod. “Trust me, I understand that more than almost anyone knows, life is more often than not a horror movie, but there are things that make it beautiful.” Max shrugged. “I was.. Am.. Was married.. until a month ago where life and her horror stories stepped in, trust me, it makes it far more exciting when you could be caught.”

Gray flipped his hat back onto his head and hunched in on himself. “Ah, yeah, sometimes it’s hard to remember those beautiful things.” He rubbed his nose lightly and let out a shuddering breath. “I’m sorry.” And in that moment his mind was filled with the sound of screeching tires, shattering glass and a high pitch shriek of his name. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly for a moment, before forcing himself to shove it aside and relax once more. “Guess I’ve never found someone who’s made me interested in trying that.”

Hazel looked him up and down, she smirked and placed the end of her pencil in her mouth while he spoke. It was sweet, and incredibly entertaining how bashful he was. Hazel didn’t meet many people like him, most of the men she knew would be jealous of the couple making out. Most of the men she knew were far too confident. 

He cleared his throat and gave her a sheepish smile, putting his hat back on and tugging it low on his head. He glanced at the pencil then at the pad she also had, “are you an artist?” He rocked back on his heels before inching a little closer, mostly to try and get away from the noises of the couple.

Ella grinned as she looked at the guy, whether or not she could tell he was flustered or not, but she didn’t take away her arm from around his shoulders, she just giggled. “Well honey we can go somewhere private if you want to.” She said laughing as she did.

His face felt so red he thought it was going to burst into flames and he reached up to fiddled with the hat on his head trying his best not to look at her. “No! I mean, that’s nice of you to offer, really. And I’m sure I’m an idiot for saying no but-.” He trailed off unsure of how to finish his sentence, his eyes wide in surprise and a slight panic.

Max chuckled, a grin on his face. “It is, fortunately this is not a horror movie. Though given what I’ve seen I could argue that fact.” He shook his head, looking back at the couple with a grin. “Because it’s far more exciting knowing you’re about to be caught while doing it.”

Grayson snorted lightly. “Could’ve fooled me, mate. Life’s a bit too much like a horror movie if you ask me.” He slipped his hat off of his head and ran a hand through his hair while wrinkling his nose. “If you say so.”

Violet knew immediately she’d overstepped and was trying so desperately to backtrack her words and make sure he knew she wasn’t usually like this. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean… I don’t usually… I’m so sorry.” She stuttered. “I haven’t done it for a long time. Probably since I was fifteen or sixteen… Ten years ago.”

Grayson felt his face flush and he shook his head quickly, raising his hands to wave them as if to wave off her distress. He hadn’t meant to get so defensive about it. “No, no. It’s alright, really. You didn’t know and ... like I said .... It was a long time ago.” He gave a tiny shrug and offered her a small reassuring smile, one that grew more genuine when he spoke next. “That’s awesome though, that you still do it so well.”

“You asthmatic?” Luca asked curiously. “If so, I definitely understand.”

“Unfortunately.” Grayson shrugged lightly, rubbing his chest lightly. He’d had more asthma attacks lately than usual and just knew he was mostly likely going to come down with something this holiday season if he wasn’t careful.

He placed a hand over his heart and gave her a dramatic thankful look. “Thank goodness you’re here. I don’t know what I’d do if you were.” His face flushed more and he shook his head, reaching up to drag his hat further down his head. “Nope, not interested, not doing it. If you think it’ll be so funny you do it.”