Spectrum

51

Grayson's POV

"I really don't want to go." I mutter, pulling out a button down shirt from my closet.

"I know, but you have to." Shane reminds me for what sounds like the hundredth time.

"Nat isn't going." I mutter more to myself than to anyone else.

"I know, because she has a lot of work. She'll go next time. However, Sofia really wants to go out.  Plus, we haven't celebrated her birthday or her making the dance team." He adds.

"I know, I know." I groan. "I'm still going, don't worry." 

"Good. Because if you weren't going, I was going to kick your ass." He laughs, slapping me on the back. "Tonight is important to Sofia. I know our time to enjoy going out and getting plastered has expired, but she hasn't experienced that yet. So, we've got to do it. At least tonight." 

"Yeah." I mutter.

"Trust me, I'd rather stay inside. We're old." Shane whispers, trying to keep the words away from Sofia's always eavesdropping ears. 

"You've got that right." I laugh. "So I wanted to talk to you about something." 

"Oh God." Shane says, giving me a look of uncertainty. "What is it?"

"Nothing bad." I laugh, putting him at ease.

"What's up?" He asks as he walks towards my bathroom. "By the way, I'm using this." He adds, spraying on some of my old cologne.

"That's fine." I say. "How did you ask Sofia to move in with you?" 

He stops mid step to look at me, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

"Are you thinking about asking Natalia to move in with you?" He asks, holding his hands up in a pause.

"I mean..." I say, trailing off slightly.

"Oh my God, you are." Shane says, walking towards my bed and plopping down on the mattress. 

"You and Sofia moved in together after like...what? Two days of dating each other?" I ask with a laugh.

"Okay, yes." He says in defense. "However, we've known each other for years." 

"Yeah, but that's different. You had no idea if you guys were going to even work out." I reply. In my defense, there's still a chance that the two break up. I would never mention this, of course. 

"You're right." He nods in reply.

"Is it a bad idea?" I ask, feeling unsure of myself.

"I mean...no?" He says, more to himself than to me.

"That sounds pretty unsure." I mutter in response.

"I mean...she's over here every single night, anyways. She's been practically living here for weeks now." He adds.

"She has." I nod.

"Have you guys had sex?" He asks, getting right to the point.

"I mean...no." I say, unbuttoning the shirt that I just put on and slipping on a black T-shirt.

"You guys should have sex first." He replies instantly.

"What?" I laugh, shaking my head.

"It's important to know what kind of car you're driving before you buy it." He shrugs.

"I don't drive." I reply.

"I know. It's just a figure of speech." He laughs in reply.

"I don't know if we're ready for that or not." I reply.