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The sound of thunder echoed through the land - lightning brighter than Zeus' eye. How else can the flashes of light appear so bright but in the twilight of a thunderstorm? The clouds were a type of gray that would make the mundane quarry rocks proud. The droplets raced each other down Grayson's window, connecting in certain points. Neither paid any recognition, as Devyn's eyes were glued on the blinding lights of her MacBook, typing away on the keyboard.
Usually they would play soft music in the background, yet the patter of the rain made a good substitute. Grayson's mouth let out a sound of frustration. The brunette looked over to see the text 'You Died!' plastered on his monitor, shaking her head. "You do realize you still have to do homework, correct?" She asked, then returning her eyes to the essay.
He turned in the chair, "I still have - like, five hours to do it." Grayson retorted, raising his brows at the girl. His gaze remained trained on her, almost studying her features. A smirk remained on his face as he turned back to the computer.
"It's easier if you get it done early so you're not scrambling to do it." Devyn advised, although she knew they had different logic. Grayson would rather spend his free time doing what he wanted - Bedwars, scrolling mindlessly through Twitter, catching up on some TV shows. Devyn would rather complete all her chores and assignments before relaxing.
Grayson let out a weak chuckle at her response. It was comical how many times Devyn had recommended for him to work. He knew he had to get it done. Maybe it wasn't the fact he preferred doing what he wanted to do, but maybe due to the fact he loved having Devyn aid him with his homework. Grayson, of course, didn't need the help. He knew what was going on in his classes. But, it was almost comforting having her there. "You're kinda boring, Dev." He monotonously said, for majority of his attention was on the game in front of him.
"I am not! Maybe while doing homework - yes." Devyn defended, glancing at the back of his head for a moment, a meager smile across her face. Her eyes returned to her laptop. She didn't know, but Grayson's face was also occupied with a grin. The rain then filled the silent room once again.
Devyn continued on writing her essay - Grayson focused on his game. Just how it always was. It was a routine they've done since seventh grade, the year they were finally allowed to be trusted alone in each other's room. Though they hardly spoke, it was a cherished time. Sometimes, you don't need to speak to know that you're appreciated, to know you're wanted, and especially to know you're loved.
Grayson stood up from his chair - "Victory!" printed across his screen. He stretched for a moment, then laying a hand atop his chair. His eyes trained on Devyn. Admiring her concentration. With a gentle smile across his face, Grayson shuffled over to his bed, then stuck his hand out. "C'mon." He coolly voiced.
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She looked at his hand, then in his eyes. "Absolutely not! I have an hour to get this done, Grayson." Devyn denied, shaking her head.
Her laptop was moved off her lap - Grayson's doing. "I don't care." He said, then dragged Devyn off the bed. With their hands connected, his hand pulled above her head and she twirled. He smiled down at his best friend before bringing the petite woman close once again. In perfect harmony, they swayed back and forth.
Devyn's head laid on his chest, comforted by the sound of his heartbeat. With his hand secured on the small of her back, Grayson closed his eyes - taking in the serene atmosphere. It seemed as if all the stress was lifted off of Devyn's shoulders - there was magic when they danced.
Their technique wasn't perfect, as they silently snickered at the times they would accidently step on each other's feet. No words were said about it, though. It was still peaceful nonetheless. The moment was perfect to them.
Swiftly, Grayson lifted the girl by her waist. Her giggles filled the air as he then placed her feet atop his own. Devyn's laughter continued on, causing him to grin subtly. "What?" Grayson asked, positioning his head up on hers. "Isn't this easier? Now we're not stepping on each other."
"I guess you're right." Devyn responded, wrapped her arms closer around his neck. She focused on his warmth, as she was an icebox. Grayson had poked fun at her for it before, it was nothing new. But putting more thought into it, maybe he wasn't the one warming her up. The thought puzzled her.
Grayson wasn't commonly touchy. In fact, he hated being touched by others. But when it came to Devyn, he simply couldn't resist. With her gentle strokes and tightened hugs, her contact was different. It was the type you couldn't refuse, the type you could get addicted to.
As they danced, the boy simply couldn't help but notice the pleasant aroma coming from Devyn's hair. "What did you put in your hair to make it smell so good?!" Grayson said with pure amazement. When he raked his fingers through her locks, he was even more dazzled. "Plus it's soft?!"
She let out an airy giggle while leaning her head back to see his dumbfounded expression. The smile on her face only grew once she saw just how astounded Grayson was. "What, shampoo?" She questioned, seeming as if that was the only answer.
"No way. Mine doesn't do that." He shook his head, knowing his evidence was full-proof. He kept a sturdy grip on Devyn's waist as she leaned back, taking extra precautions as to not let her fall. Though, with the look she was giving him, it's a surprise he didn't fall over.
Furrowing her brows, she continued: "That's because you're using men's shampoo." Devyn retorted, tilting her head a bit to the side to further prove her point. Grayson looked at the ceiling in thought, as she rested her head on his chest once again.
Grayson kept his gaze on the ceiling, mouth agape, grasp loosened around the girl in his arms. He tried to formulate some sort of explanation as to why feminine shampoo was superior to masculine shampoo. "So, girl's shampoo has like, magical shit in it to make it so soft?" He asked, fully aware of how foolish he sounded.
She grinned at his silly explanation. "I guess." Devyn muttered into his chest, nuzzling her nose into his collarbone. Grayson admired the girl, loving how at peace she looked in his arms. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world. Although, he knew she would never feel the same way for him as he did for her.
"Can you use it on me?" He asked after a short period of marveling at her, allowing himself another run through her hair, moving a strand out of her face, and behind her ear.
Devyn's cheeks were painted a baby pink after Grayson's actions, attempting to hide the color by turning her head the other way. "I mean, sure." She responded, smiling once her face was hidden. Devyn felt like the luckiest girl in the world to be in Grayson's embrace. Although, she knew he would never feel the same way for her as she did for him.
"Awesome." Grayson replied, the rain then filled the silence in the room, Zeus' bolts still visible. They danced. They danced until Devyn's assignment was due. They danced until her mother was calling her, ordering for her to come home. Neither one wanted to leave, but they knew their time was up. Both of them would count the days until they next time they would be in each other's arm again.
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