author ✌︎ ; this is my first imagine, so please don't judge me on how bad it is because i'm fully aware. you may now read and not enjoy.
♚ pov ; you ♚
i had just finished getting ready to go out to a meeting, which was at 2:00pm, and its currently 1:49pm. i got in my car, staring the engine and buckling up.
i was called to this meeting by my manager, who had arranged for me to go on tour in a month. i was completely fine with it, i wanted to me my fans.
i was a youtuber, i did challenges and other stuff on there. its really fun. plus i just hit two million subscribers and i'm so thankful and blessed for that. (s/o to the twins for hitting 2m. i is proud af)
i played the radio, rhianna - needed me cane on and i sang along with my window down. #fuckwhatpeoplesayiamcoolbitch.
once i arrived it was about to be 2:00 but i entered the building at 1:59. thank god! since people here actually mean 2 o'clock, they don't play no games and accept you one minute, or even ten seconds late.
"mrs. y/l/n!" says carol, the lady working at the front desk of this fancy ass, old people meeting place. idfk.
"hi carol." i smile sweetly.
"you here for the meeting at three? you're a bit early if so." she laughs lightly, my smile instantly dropping.
"three? but, thats not what jones said over the phone." i stated, quite upset that i had to leave extra early, plus, the fact that i could've taken a longer shower.
i didn't even get half the conditioner out my hair because i was rushing.
"yeah, at three, sorry jones must of gotten confused." carol apologizes, typing something on her computer while biting her lip.
"no its fine, i'll just wait out here, i guess." i frustratedly sigh, taking a seat in a black chair next to a small table with magazines on it.
magazine or phone? i should get off my phone for once... okay, phone it is.
i get out my phone from my cute bag and go on twitter, scrolling through my feed.
boring.
boring.
boring.
#nudesforlauren ?
not questioning it.
"stop ethan!" i heard someone exclaim loudly, a male.
probs some fuckboy cuz fboys are everywhere.
i continue scrolling through twitter and follow a few people, answering a couple of dm's. i interacted with fans a lot, unlike some people. (@graysondolan )
"excuse me?" i look up from my phone, completely speechless.
holy, fucking, shit.
who is this guy? he's cute as shit omfg, omfg, omfg. his hair was hanging at his forehead, and he had blonde streaks. a mole on his chin, while he wore white sweatpants, a white beanie, and a white tshirt. he looks really cute, if i didn't mention that before.
"hi." i smile sweetly at the handsome guy in front of me.
"hi." he smiles back.
aww his little dimple! so cute i wanna take him home! what? its not that weird.
"well um, i'm grayson." grayson states nervously, his cheeks seem to be turning a bright pink.
"i'm y/n." but you can call me later.
"do you mind if i sit here? or is the seat taken?" taken by you of course.
"you can sit." i nod, trying not to freak out.
i mean he's really cute, never has a guy who looked like him talked to me before. and if they did well, i wouldn't really know why because its never happened before.
"so, y/n, what are you in for?" he grins, making me smile at him.
i put my phone in my bag and turn my body to face his since his body was turned to face me.
"well, grayson, i'm supposed to be in a meeting; but it apparently was for three o'clock and not two." i explain.
he chuckles, "yeah thats happened to me and my brother, ethan, before." grayson stated.
so he was the one who said "stop ethan". i nodded my head, pursing my lips, not really sure what to say now. like i said before, never talked to a cute guy like him before, so i have no idea what to say or do.
all i did was stare at him while he stared at me, i felt a bit awkward though. but i would stare at him all day if i could.
"did you get her number yet?!" someone shouted, making me snap out of my thoughts and turn around.
i saw two boys sitting down in chairs across the room, one looked like grayson which means thats probably ethan, and that also means thats his twin.
"i'm sorry, that was my friend, alex just being a dumbass." grayson scoffs.
i turn my attention back to grayson, smiling and blushing.
"no, its fine." i reply.
"but uh, can i get your number?" he asks, looking down and blushing, scratching the back of his neck.
i mentally awed at his cuteness, and screamed on the inside at myself because this hot ass guy wants my number.
whEN DOsE thaT EvER hApPEn?! neVer!
"yeah, sure." i accepted.
"cool, here." he hands me his phone and i put my number in.
i hand him his phone and he chuckles, his cheeks turning a darker shade of red.
"well, i'll go now. i'll see you later y/n." grayson says standing up.
"yeah, later grayson." i said and he walked over to his brother and friend.
♚ pov ; grayson ♚
"so, what happened?!" alex rushed me just as i sat down.
"she gave me her number." i chuckle.
"my little brother has a crush, s'cute!" ethan pinches my cheeks making me slap his hand away lightly.
"stop." i laugh.
"what are you going to put her contact name as?" alex asked me.
"thats personal." i replied hiding my phone as i put a contact name.
princessa💓👑 .
author ✌︎;
i'm screaming, this was a load of shit, lets all just be honest here. i'm sorry for mistakes, and i'm sorry for this trash.
trash = me.
trash = this imagine.
trash = donald trump.
trash = meredith mickelson.
trash = steven kelly.
:) okay; peace out girl scouts ♤
