Grayson sought out many aspects of having a normal life despite being grown up into thinking that he was going to be the one who was handling everything. Somehow, defying all logic, he had made a friend that wasn't family or obligatory. Of course he'd never admit that they were best friends, but it was silently communicated.

Whenever Grayson came over, he always spotted his friend's sibling around, you. His interested was peaked just a smidge so he had went out of his way to dig some stuff up about you. But you were entirely off limits considering you were his best friend's sibling and you weren't remotely his type.. right?

His footsteps were quiet, cold, calculated as he walked into the kitchen of his best friend's house. Like it was any night, Grayson couldn't sleep which lead to him getting a bit thirsty. The lights to the kitchen were already on so it wasn't a shock when he saw you in the kitchen. In very little.

"Shouldn't you be asleep?" Grayson asks like he wasn't up and moving himself. He pours himself some water, sipping on it as he kept his grey eyes on you and everything else.