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"Always be yourself, express yourself, have faith in yourself, do not go out and look for a successful personality and duplicate it."
Third Person's POV
Sleep had never been this amazing as it was today for Grayson. He didn't know why and how but this time, compared to all other times his body reacted differently to sleep. He could confidently say he blacked out throughout the night. He didn't hear any sound or better said he didn't hear his alarm go off as he slept. Weird! It's never been this way. How come today? Well, he could blame the person who was lying next to him, so close. His head was in the crook of their neck, arm draped around the person's waist. It didn't feel weird a bit. He could sleep like this forever.
The sunlight shines brightly through the window into the room. Steadily and slowly he pries his eyes open, the first thing his blurry eyes come in contact with is ginger hair long and messy. Mind still foggy with sleep, he manages to slowly pull away and get up into a sitting position. He rubs his eyes with his hands to clear the blurriness before turning his attention to the person beside him, or particularly the person whose head laid on his chest just a few minutes ago, intimately. His eyes rake over the body and he comes to a halt.
Pierson is supposed to be beside him, right? But Pierson doesn't have ginger hair. Pierson doesn't wear a nightie to sleep. Pierson doesn't have curves, and lastly, Pierson is a boy, with a flat chest. So why are the features of the person lying next to him like that of a female and not that of Piersons'?
Wait, what?!!
A female?!! At once, all traces of sleep vanish immediately. He brings his face closer in order to get a clear view of the face, and guess WHAT?!!
It was Ashley. He nearly lets out a cuss but doesn't because he knows that'll only wake her up. Panic seeps into his being as he tries to remember what happened.
He tries so hard to remember if something happened, if anything, but nothing at all clicks.
'So why are we in bed together?' He asks himself. Did I do something crazy yesterday? He rakes his hand through his hair as he wonders if he lost control of himself and acted funny in any way.
'What happened?' He asks himself for the thousandth time. 'Gosh, what the heck happened?' he pulls at his hair tendrils.
His heart starts to thump loudly in his chest as he thinks of what to do. He looks around the room carefully. It was his room.
Wait a minute?! Did Ashley sleepwalk in here? He starts to wonder.
Relief washes over him when he realizes she is the one in his room and not the other way around. He sighs. Maybe she mistakenly found her way into his room. Mysteriously?!!
And what was more mysterious was the fact that Pierson was nowhere in sight.
He gets down from the bed, shirtless- he mostly sleeps without a shirt on- and walks towards his door. He turned the doorknob yet the door wasn't opening and the key wasn't in its hole like it's supposed to. Why the heck his door wasn't opening, he couldn't tell.
Could it be that it's locked from outside? But how come and why?
He turns around with the intent of walking slowly towards the bed so as not to wake Ashley up but picks up his phone from the lampstand at the bedside and calls Pierson to ask why his door was locked and the key was not in its rightful place. But immediately he turns around, Ashley is awake and already in a sitting position on the bed, her eyes partially closed as she yawns, covering her lips with her hands. He starts to panic once again, his heart thumping loudly in his ears.
'Please go back to sleep', he prays.
The prayer doesn't work because once the yawning ended she opened her eyes fully, adjusting it to her surroundings. As her eyes scanned the room, she saw Grayson, standing there and looking at her, shirtless.
SHIRTLESS?!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAARRRGHHH!!!" she screams, covering her face with the duvet. He jumps in alarm at the sound of her loud voice, his heart beating even louder in his chest.
He quickly rushes to his closet to pick up a shirt and throws it over his head in a matter of a few seconds. After properly wearing the shirt he stands still, unmovable, not knowing what to do or say to her.
"Uh-m, I'm w-e-aring a shirt, n-o-w." He stutters. She takes in and lets out a deep breath. She folds the duvet to make a tiny hole and then she peeps through the opening to see if he actually was wearing a shirt. He was wearing a shirt, indeed, so she lowered down the duvet from her face, gingerly.
Her cheeks were burning scarlet. She couldn't believe she saw him shirtless. Shirtless!! For crying out loud. 'He looked hot', her subconscious mind hints yet she ignores it. This wasn't the time.
Why is he in her room? And where the heck is Cam? Wait a minute! He just picked a shirt and wore it. Could it be that he has his clothes scattered in every room in this house? That can't be possible, right? If it is, that could only mean one thing. Does that mean....? No! right?!!
With realization hitting her in the face, she begins scanning around the room to be sure. She absorbs each and every little detail. She comes to a final conclusion. Indeed, it was his room. She's been in here before so she knows it is.
So what the heck is she doing in his room?
She turns to look at him who wore a look of confusion on his face, one that mirrored hers.
"What am I doing in here?" She asks panicked as she realizes she's in his bed. In his freaking bed.
"I don't know." He answers honestly.
"I remember not sleeping in this room so how come I'm here." She asks, questioningly.
"I honestly don't know. I've been wondering why I found us in the same bed ever since I woke up."
Her heart hammers in her chest, "We were w-what?!! In your bed together?!" She asks with expectancy of a different answer but he nods his head.
"No! No! No! Tell me this is just a dream and that I would wake up and laugh about it in the mirror." She mutters to herself.
She gets down from the bed and suddenly she becomes self-conscious of her clothing. She was in her nightie. A silky V-necked nightwear that reached her midthigh.
"Please turn around." She pleads, voice wavering. He complies immediately by turning so that his back is towards her. Letting out a shaky breath, she asks, "Where can I find a bathrobe, I mean in this room?"
"The closet." He mutters.
She opens his closet and looks through it, eye searching through the stack of clothes for a bathrobe. After a thorough search, she comes across a purple fluffy bathrobe which she admires immediately. She picks it up and puts it on, tying the belt around her waist.
"You can turn n-now." She stutters, cheeks getting warm.
Slowly, Grayson turns around and immediately as he does so she walks briskly past him, in the direction of the door. She couldn't wait to go out and demand answers for finding herself in Grayson's bed.
He notices her action, she is about to turn the doorknob. "It's locked." He says.
Her heart hammers even more. "L-o-c-ked?" She stutters in disbelief. "Open it then. It's your room, I'm sure you have its key."
"The key is supposed to be in the door but I don't how and why but it mysteriously isn't." He turns to look at her.
She looks at him with a frown, "Is this planned?" She asks questioningly.
"What do you mean?" A frown maneuvers its way onto his face as he wonders if she is accusing him of being behind this. God knows he would never do such a thing. He wasn't that selfish and besides he respected her too much to do this.
Truth is, Ashley wasn't blaming him in any way. She knew what her best friend was capable of. Cam could be behind this.
She sighs! "I wake up to find myself in your bed and in your room when I know that I never stepped in here last night. Mysteriously you and I are locked in your room. Doesn't it sound like a plan?"
He shrugs, "I honestly don't know what to think."
She walks back to the bed and sits on it, at the edge "What are we going to do?" She asks and he walks towards her and takes a seat beside her, on the bed.
"I have my phone with me." He raises it to show her. "Let me try calling Pierson."
With that said, he dials Pierson's number and calls. It rings and rings but an answer doesn't come through so it ends.
"He didn't pick up." He mumbles.
"Mmmhh... what says the time?"
He looks at his phone, "Nine forty-six am."
With hope bubbling within her, she says to him. "Try texting him."
He nods his head, "Okay."
'My door is locked. Where are you?', he texts. He waits for a reply, but it doesn't come through immediately as anticipated.
"Has he replied?" She asks, hope evident in her tone.
"No!" He shakes his head and there goes her hope tumbling out of the window as disappointment registers itself in her mind.
She gets up from the bed and paces to and fro. "Gosh! How are we going to go out?" Before Grayson can stop her, she walks to the door and starts banging it with her fists. BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! BAM!! She keeps hitting the door over and over again. "Anybody there?" She starts yelling.
Grayson rushes over to her, "Ash!! Ash!!, stop it." He pulls her hand away from the door. "You're going to injure yourself if you continue. You might even lose your voice in addition if you continue yelling like you are. Please stop, we'll try to find a way out. Okay?"
"But..." She starts but he cuts her off. He didn't want anything happening to her.
With a serious look, "We'll find a way out, I promise," he utters.
She convinced herself that it was going to be okay, before muttering, "Okay."
"Come..." He pulls her towards the bed. "Sit. Let me try calling him again."
He picks up his phone and calls again. It rang for a while again but still, there was no answer.
She looks at him intently, "He didn't answer, did he?"
Is Pierson also a part of Cam's game? She questions herself. What at all would they get by doing this?
"No! but Let me try Cole's line." He replies.
The number you're trying to reach is currently switched off. Please try again later.
"What are we going to do now?" She asks burying her face into her hands.
He sits there, thinking about what to do. With confliction, he takes her hand away from her face and holds it. "Look at me, Don't worry, we're going to find a way." He tries to assure her with a smile gracing the corners of his lips. She returns it, the smile, her cheeks turning scarlet at once.
"U-h-m I want to say sorry," she looks up at him, wondering the reason for his apology. "for almost kissing you without your permission." Her eyes turn wide as saucers.
"It's nothing, I mean it's okay, it's past." She tries not to feel tense as she looks away.
"So does that mean I get to do it again?"
She abruptly turns to him, shock evident on her face as she blinks continuously, "W-h-at?"
"Kidding, I was just pulling your legs." He smiles.
"Okay." She releases a sigh as she places her hands on her chest "For one second, I thought you were serious."
His face turns serious all of a sudden as he battles with his thoughts, a look of conflict passing his face. At this moment he wanted to tell her that it wasn't really a joke and that he meant it. He wanted to tell her how he felt. But then the thought of her not feeling the same had him coiling back.
"Nah!" His voice reduces an octave lower, as he forces a smile on his face, "I would never disrespect you like that."
Her heart thumped. "Okay?" she says unsure.
After a while, as they sit in silence "Ashley, I.." He starts.
She looks at him, waiting for him to continue.
"I care about you."
Her heart starts to play a rhythmic beat as her palms get clammy from nervousness and surprise. "Y-e-ah." Dummy! What's she even saying at all?
"I like you." There! He said it. He'd been meaning to say it, and now it was off his chest.
"U-hm..."
He smiles, a small one. "Just wanted to let you know."
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