thirty five

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"hi" payton smiled as he walked into my bedroom, he shut the door and sat at the end of my bed

"hey" i mumbled, i took one last look at my messages with vereena and turned my phone off, putting it to the side

"i'm so tired" he sighed

"come here" i replied, opening my arms up

he looked back and gave me a small smile, he then scooted closer to me and laid his head on my chest, wrapping his arms around my waist

"can i tell you something?" he asked looking up at me

"yeh of course" i replied

"i uh i you know i-"

"actually no don't worry, it's nothing important" he said cutting himself off

"are you sure?" i asked

"yeh" he said

"alright" i gently mumbled

"you're cute" he giggled

"shut up and go to sleep" i replied, he let out another giggle and tightened his grip around my waist

"can i have a kiss goodnight?" he sheepishly asked looking up at me

"no" i lightly laughed, he let out a sigh and tried his best to give me puppy dog eyes

"you're a loser" i laughed

"i want a kiss" he replied

"i want grayson dolan, we don't always get what we want" i said

"i always get what i want" he smirked

"do you?" i asked

"in this case? yes, all the time" he said

"now shut up and kiss me" he smiled

"no" i teased, he let out a sigh and unwrapped his arms from around my waist, he placed his hand on my cheek and gently pulled my face closer to his

"do not kiss me payton" i said, he didn't even say anything and straight away smashed his lips onto mine

"okay do kiss me then" i sarcastically said as i pulled away

"okay" he simply shrugged, once again connecting our lips

"what the hell" i laughed as he pulled away

"i didn't mean kiss me again!" i added, he let out a small laugh and left one last small peck on my lips

"stop you weirdo" i said

"fine okay that was the last one" he replied, he then wrapped his arms around my waist and laid his head back on my chest

"goodnight my love" he gently whispered

"goodnight payton" i replied, my hand making its way to his hair, i gently played and pulled at it

"i love you, like i really love you" he mumbled

"i love you, like i really love you" i replied

"i'm to tired to have this conversation but i will question you tomorrow about that" he said, i let out another small laugh and carried on playing with his hair

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