Grayson, your brothers best friend, was always around. He and your brother hung out almost every day, and it was almost always at your house, meaning you always had to see him. Although, it wasn't terrible. He always stared at you when you weren't looking and always did kind gestures for you. It was obvious he felt something for you, even your brother knew it.

Grayson was an extremely respectful guy. A gentleman per se. He knew how to treat a lady, which was why your brother approved of him liking you.

You were at a party and had gone to the bathroom. Once you came back and had a sip of your drink, you started feeling... weird, about 20 minutes later. The feeling got worse and worse, till you realized your drink had probably gotten spiked.

You called the first person who you knew would come to help you immediately, your brother. Expect when you called him, it wasn't your brother's voice. It was Graysons, no surprise there. They were obviously together, and your brother was probably sleeping, so Grayson probably picked up the phone instead. "Hello?" Grayson said.