Just Like That

24. "hit with nerves"

    Breanna Michelle Santana

   It's been two and a half months since the start of my six month challenge with Grayson. That's seventy-six days just about. So, 1824 hours and 109,440 minutes, and I don't even want to know the number of seconds. Needless to say, that's a lot of time spent with one person when you put it into perspective.

"Oof." I groaned, slamming my head onto the tabletop. Grayson helpfully put his palm there so it would cushion the blow next time I slammed my forehead down.

"Alright. You gonna tell me what's up before you get brain trauma or?" He joked, adding in a light chuckle.

My bottom lip poked out, my green eyes wide as saucers. "I just feel like I don't know you, is all."

"Brea," he sat up in the booth to talk to me,"we've been together almost everyday - we live together."

"Yeah, I know. Forget it, it's silly. Forget I said anything-"

Grayson turned my head back to him and planted a dry peck on my lips. "What's up, tell me?"

I put my chin in the palm of my hand while he rubbed my back, and let out a sigh of frustration as I clicked my fingernails on the glass containing my ice water.

"When we first met we never really got to know each other. Like, yeah, I know your interests, your middle name, your birthday. How about other things? Like, things I can't find on your socials."

Grayson laughed as if what I said was funny. "You're cute." He told me randomly.

"I'm not trying to be cute. I'm trying to get to know my fake boyfriend," I said and immediately got an idea,"Ooh! I know, let's take a selfie!"

"A selfie?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Mhm!" My voice sounded high-pitched after swallowing some water. I cuddled up to Gray and whipped my phone out.
Grayson let out a groan like he didn't want to take a picture with me but I didn't care and made him suck it up anyway.

We had taken so many but I didn't like any of them. It looked like I was trying too hard when I just wanted something simple and cute but not like, annoying-couple-cute.

"Breanna," Grayson breathed my name out,"it's not that serious."

I gasped loud and dramatically as I slowly turned my neck like an owl. "It is that serious, Grayson. Think about it, who really knows we're together if it's not all over social media?" Grayson shook his head and picked the corner of his right eye. He leaned back in the leather seat and stretched his legs out.

"I mean, you are my fake boyfriend-"

"Gimmie that!" He snatched the phone from my hands and pulled me close to his hard body. Grayson snapped a picture of us and placed my black iPhone XS Max on the table face down.

I snarled at his aggression and unlocked the phone using my face. Once unlocked, I went to the camera roll, since he swiped out of it, and checked to see if the picture was acceptable or not.