𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴

Grayson Allen

title: let's play pretend

y/n
"Grayson Allen Getting Married?!"
"NBA Star Grayson Allen is Engaged!"
"Memphis Grizzlies Star Grayson Allen Has Locked In His Girl! Does y/n Know?!"

The articles fill my feed. Grayson and I called it quits a little over 2 years ago, and now he is engaged. To who? I have no clue. Do I care? Of course. Grayson still means more than anything to me. He's the first guy I ever loved and we planned to be together forever. As I'm deep in my thoughts, my phone dings. It's a text from an unknown number

(xxx) xxx-xxxx
hey, this is Grayson. Uhm is this y/n?

y/n
Uhh yeah. Like Grayson..? Allen.?

(xxx) xxx-xxxx
Yeah. I know we haven't talked
since everything, but can I call you..?

y/n
Uhm I guess.

(xxx) xxx-xxxx Now changed to Grayson J. Allen 🤔

Incoming Call:
Grayson J. Allen 🤔
Accept Decline

G- Grayson
Y- y/n

G- Hey..

Y- Hi. This is super weird so can
we make this quick..?

G- Uh yeah. Sorry. I was wondering
if maybe you wanted to get
together tomorrow?

Y- Grayson. You do remember that
you're engaged, right?

G- No! Not like that. I just
meant like brunch or something. I
wanna talk to you about a few things.

Y- Okay. What time?

G- Around 11. At the place near
your house?

Y- Yeah, sure. See you then

G- Alright thanks. Bye

End Call

What the hell is wrong with you I think to myself. Now, I have to face Grayson. There is NO WAY I can go tomorrow. I'll have to cancel. But that would be rude. Just suck it up and go. I think. Just go and see him. It may be nice. One thing still holds my mind. Why does he want to see me..? Maybe just to catch up.  I decide to just get some sleep since it's already 11:30.

~8:00 AM~

My alarm goes off, playing a song I used to love, but grew to hate once Grayson and I parted ways. Every Time We Touch blares through the small yet loud phone speakers. I quickly turn the alarm off and roll out of bed. I brush my hair and throw it into a ponytail as I grab a pair of leggings and a tank top. I decide to go for a run and after about an hour, I get back home.

Once I get home, I hop in the shower and think about how today will go. It'll either make my day or ruin it. I turn on spotify when I get out of the shower and start playing a playlist full of Rap. Jack Harlow, Eminem, 2pac, anyone you can think of. I blow dry my hair and put on a little bit of makeup.

Since my hair is a happy medium between wavy and straight, I just leave it natural. I put on a pair of leggings and a sweater, along with a pair of boots, since It's January, and freezing. I look at myself and nod with approval before walking out the door. I grab my phone, wallet and keys, and head to the car. I hop in and start it.