Lights strobed which illuminated the Hawthorne House. Someone was hosting a party, but Grayson couldn't remember anymore. Neither could he recall the amount of drink that he had drunk throughout the night. Oh well. You win some, you lose some. That was what Grayson had been repeating to himself all night anyway.

Whenever Grayson wasn't a crazy and reckless drunk, he was a very soft and clingy one. His suit jacket was somewhere where he couldn't remember now, not that cared all that much at the moment, his white shirt was completely unbuttoned which showed off his very toned body, and his blond hair was completely messed up from how many times he'd run his finger through it with that sloppy smile on his face.

Nash, his older brother had to haul him over to your side because finding you was the only thing that would come out of his mouth. His eyes twinkled with excitement once he saw you and only you. He moved his softness and clinginess over to you.

"Sweetheart! I've missed you so much. I love you, you know that?" Grayson said as he pulled you into his arms tightly, kissing your cheek repeatedly in the same spot with that messy look all over him.