you and grant were together. a couple. a couple of dumbasses, some might say.

you two were made for each other. grant was nonchalant around everybody but you, which was something special. you were friendly to everyone and needed that bodyguard: grant.

at the moment, the two of you are in the back of a van, laying atop many plush blankets. you were on a roadtrip with 4 other friends. the group was even, 3 girls and 3 guys.

right now, you were talking to one of your friends. she was in the passenger seat while you were in the way back, that sweet feeling of excitement bubbling through everyone.

grant, the boy laying beside you, was admiring you with tired eyes. grant was never one to stare, but he was always caught when it came to you.

“oh my gosh, i know! i didn’t wanna seem whore-ish, so i wiped off the lipstick to quick.” madeline, the girl in the passenger seat said.