thirty-three

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GRAYSON

It's been two days since me and Brielle admitted our love for each other. And if I said these two days have been hell, it would be a fucking lie.

It's been the best fucking two days of my life.

From cuddling, to kissing, the occasional bickering and then her replacing me with the fucking puppy.

But now, she sits stressed as ever, packing her bag for Hawaii. I did mine earlier on, chucking a load of random shit in there. But Bee being Bee, is going through nearly every item of clothing she owns, creating fucking outfits.

When really, I could be eating her out right now. But no, she decides to fucking pack her bags instead.

"I don't know!" Bee grunts, leaning forward to grab another item of clothing.

Her shorts ride up her ass and I groan, fucking hell what is she doing to me?

Is she doing it on purpose, just to push me over the edge?

"What do you think of this top?" She suddenly turns around, showing me a top that looks a lot like a fucking bikini.

"Unsuitable," I grumble, making her roll her eyes.

Ignoring my comment, she chucks it in the suitcase and I sigh. I'm not going to be controlling of what she wears, but any fucking idiot who so looks at her with lust in their eyes, will be the last time they will be able to see.

We're leaving for Hawaii tomorrow, and the way Bee's been acting today is as if she's some kind of mum paranoid about a holiday.

It's kind of cute though.

Brielle's been avoiding Ben and I don't blame her. He's a fucking dickhead, and every time I see him I death glare him.

I can tell he feels bad though, on multiple occasions he's tried to talk to Bee. Tell her he loves her and all this shit. But it doesn't make up for what he did.

And caused her.

"This one?" Bee asks, snapping me out of my thoughts as I look up to her.

She's holding a pair of very short denim shorts, ripped along the edges and I sigh.

"What Gray? It's going to be hot," She signifies, throwing the shorts in her suitcase.

"Mhm," I hum, looking back down at my phone as I scroll through instagram.

I check that Josh guys account a lot, just to make sure he doesn't post any fucking shitty thing again. Also to look through the comments, seeing both Miles, Reece and Leo commenting a bunch of shit.

Leo.davis: #smalldickenergy , fuck off and die.

miles.lauren: haircut be looking like vector
reec237_ replied to his comment: vector OH YEAH

reec237_: no but seriously who tf do u think u are, sit down u fucking chopstick

A laugh leaves my throat as Brielle's head snaps towards me. She raises an eyebrow before turning back to the clothes on the floor.

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