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Aria's POV

I laid facing away from him. Just like in every movie, he had his arm over me and I was rubbing it it.

I turned to look at him and he was already sleeping. I wonder how long he's been asleep. He's been quiet for a while. My eyes started closing on me so I guess I should nap too.

Grayson's POV

I woke up a few minutes later and saw Aria asleep. I realized she'd turn around and faced me. I tried to admire all her small details, her features that I had never noticed before. I pulled up the blanket more in case she was cold. Then she turned around having her back face against me, moving closer, and rubbing my hand like she did before we both fell asleep.

I laid there for a while thinking, how could I have hurt so many girls the way I did? How could I have damaged so many girls? Why did I do that?

Before I pissed myself off even more, I pecked her shoulders and she slowly woke up. She opened her eyes and looked at me.

"Hi." I kissed her once more.

"Hi." she smiled.

"It'd be nice to wake up to this every morning one day. You laying right next to me."

"Naked?" she laughed, "maybe one day. I figured there will be nights we'd end up fucking before bed."

"You mean every night."

She chuckled and hid her face into my chest. I now understand why Ethan described her as fragile.

"You know, you've changed too."

She gave me a confused look.

"You used to be such an uptight girl then you started loosening up a bit. You didn't want anything to do with boys but now you seem comfortable talking to some of them."

She continued to rub my arm, "can I ask you something?"

"You're gonna ask anyway, so go for it."

"What makes me so different from all your past flings?"

"Because after our first kiss, I genuinely felt something that I had never felt before. Not even with the first girl I had ever dated. I felt a connection with you."

I rested my head on her chest, making sure my arm was still wrapped around her. I held her closer than when she was laying in front of me. She started playing with my hair.

"How do I know you're not lying and I'm just another one of your toys?"

"Because I swore to you that you're different. And I don't plan on breaking that swear either. I care for you more than I've cared for any other girl, in a romantic sense."

"So we've changed each other." she smiled.

"Yeah. I guess we have. And knowing you're probably gonna ask this, I don't know why I fucked over so many girls. I was thinking about that while you were still sleeping. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't even know why you're with me, you deserve better." I looked at her.

"Hey. Hey. Hey listen to me," she held my cheeks, "that's in the past now. I mean sure it's something that might haunt you for the rest of your life, but it's not something you can go back and fix. I'm with you because I want to be. I prayed you weren't going to hurt me in any way, shape, or form and you haven't."

"I'd never dream of it." I squeezed her. I moved my head back up to face her again. "I'm so grateful I have you. I'm so grateful I get to call you mine. I get to call you my girlfriend. If it weren't for you, my life would still be a complete mess."

"And you couldn't fix that on your own?"

"I just lost all motivation to school properly so. I gave up so long ago."


"I don't know."

"You do realize you have to graduate right?"

"I mean... technically I don't have to."

"I really hope our kids aren't like this."


"Uhh... disregard that."

"Do you see a future with me?"

"I think I'm just tired."


"I can't actually say. We don't even know each other that well. We haven't even known each other long enough for me to actually say, 'yo, you're my soulmate I can feel it. Let's get married right here right now.'"

"Okay, well. My name is Grayson Bailey Dolan. I have a twin brother named Ethan Grant Dolan and an older sister named Cameron June Dolan. I was second to come out of the womb and died in the process. I'm younger than Ethan by 20 minutes. My favorite number is 47 and I have a bird named Gizmo and a fish named Fijmin."

"Oh??" she looked at me confused, "well. My name is Aria Genevieve Argenal. I'm the youngest in the family, but my parents only had two kids so. My favorite color is purple. My favorite number is 32. I'm more book smart than street smart. Aaaand... I don't know what a sleep schedule is. Never had one."

"Nice to meet you, Aria."

"Likewise, Bailey." she smiled.

"I fucking hate you."

"Quite debatable if you ask me."

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