forum Under Seven Minutes // Private RP

Started April 08, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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“Do you want to come, too?” she asked quietly, unsure whether or not she should reach for Gray’s hand again. “Come and finish your lunch with us.”

Gray reached for Violeta’s hand, squeezing it tightly. He looked at Laura apologetically. She looked at Violeta instead.

“I’m okay,” Laura replied to Violeta softly. “You guys can go. I’m all right. I don’t have a lot left, anyway.”

“Laura, I didn’t know you were with him,” Gray tried again, “I’m sorry.”

Laura let out an exasperated sigh. “I told you it’s fine. I’m not upset. I know why you did it. It’s my fault, too, for not charging my phone and not telling you where I was,” she rubbed her forehead. “I just wish Violeta and Josh hadn’t crossed paths again this soon.”

Violeta flinched a little at the mention of Josh, her eyes flickering in the direction he’d gone.

“If you’re sure…” she murmured softly, squeezing back.

Laura merely smiled. “I’m sure. Thank you for inviting me, anyway. I’ll be going now. I’ll see you after school, Gray.”

GRAY:

Gray leaned against the building of his girlfriend’s dormitory, waiting for her to come out. They were finally free enough to go on a date and Gray would be damned if he let this time slip out of his hold.

So here he was, outside, picking up his girlfriend like a good boyfriend. And she, of course, had no idea where he was taking her.

Violeta was struggling to contain her panic by the time she stepped out of the elevator on the ground floor of her dormitory building. Her outfit had a lot of time and effort put into it——a knee-length black skater skirt and a pastel pink top with a white jean jacket (borrowed from Rae) on top——but what if Gray didn’t like it? What if he forgot about the date? What if she weirded him out?

Finally, she stepped out and into the cool air, wiping her clammy palms on her skirt. Where was he?

When Gray saw his girlfriend step out of the dormitory, his heart had just about stopped beating. He stared open-mouthed at the girl. Did she choose that outfit to give him a heart attack? That girl… He walked over to her and wrapped her in his arms, breathing her in.

"Hey, beautiful," he murmured. It took a lot out of him to prevent his voice from trembling. "God, you look amazing. Jesus, are you doing this to kill me?"

Violeta sank back against him, her heart kickstarting as an enormous smile overtook her lips.

“Hey—Hey, Gray,” she murmured, already breathless. Beautiful. For the first time, someone genuinely believed that she was beautiful. “Do I—Do I really look that good?”

Though he felt pleased to receive that reaction from his beloved, it did annoy him how she was made to believe she wasn't pretty. This beautiful angel in his arms, with her amazing smile and her breathtaking self… God, she was so perfect. He wished she knew just what she meant to him.

"You always look beautiful," Gray responded, nuzzling her neck. "But today you look extraordinary."

Violeta's breath hitched. Leaning into him, she craned her head and pressed a tentative kiss to his cheek. "You're so sweet…" she murmured, "Are you going to let me go so I can see how good you look?"

Gray chuckled and stepped back, letting her see him properly.

“I didn’t dress up as well as you did,” he shrugged, gesturing to his black button up shirt and blue jeans. “You’re going to steal the spotlight from me, love. Not cool.”

Violeta's heart skipped a beat as her eyes skimmed the length of his body. "You look very handsome, Gray," she murmured, cheeks going pink. "I highly doubt that I'm the one stealing the spotlight."

Gray felt his heart flutter at her compliment before he chuckled, shaking his head. He neared close to her and pulled her into him. “I have to try being handsome. Your beauty is natural, love.”

Violeta snorted loudly. “Gray, you’re really sweet, but you’re talking to the girl who just spent two hours getting ready for this date.”

“Because she’s silly,” Gray flicked her on the nose, though his heart melted at her statement. She’d been fretting over this date for so long. He loved it. “Because she thinks she needs to try looking pretty. Because she doesn’t know that her boyfriend will find her the prettiest even on her worst days.”

Violeta hadn’t smiled this wide in… a while. Especially not since the incident with her father at home. “You’re the best, Gray, even if your standards are ridiculously low~ Let’s go eat?”

Gray stared at his girlfriend for a couple of seconds before frowning. “Low standards,” he repeated. “Never talk to me about yourself like that again. Never think of yourself like that again. You are not what you think you are. You’re more than that, and I hope to see the day where you truly believe you’re much more than what you think of yourself as. I don’t want you putting yourself down like that again. And every time I catch you, I’m going to make sure you think differently.”

Violeta faltered, the teasing smile slipping from her face. The unfamiliarity of the words washed over her mind and body, causing her brows to draw together for a few moments.

“Oh,” she murmured, as if trying to puzzle out the things he said. “I’ve never—I’ve never heard that before.” Her heart warmed over. “Thank you.”

Gray leaned down to press their lips together briefly, kissing her softly. His hold on her tightened. “I love you,” he murmured. “And there’s no one else I’d rather love. Even if you don’t return my feelings, it’s still going to be the same. Okay?”

Violeta inhaled Gray’s scent, pressing close to his warmth. Gratitude filled her up, wiping all the hesitation and anxiety off her features until she looked completely at ease in his arms.

Gray smiled when he felt her relax in his arms. This girl… he needed to be extremely careful with her. He didn't want to say the wrong thing and end up hurting her. "Now, let's go carry on with our date, hm?"

“Yeah,” she agreed, pulling away and linking their fingers together. “Lead the way. Where are you taking me today?”

Gray shrugged, tightening his grip on her hand, squeezing it gently. “Who knows. I guess we’ll see when we get there, right?”

“Fine,” Violeta laughed, lifting a hand to brush the hair from her face and realizing in dismay that there was still a dried splotch of paint on her wrist. “Keep your secrets.”

“You’ll like it,” Gray promised as he lead her to his car. “Well, I hope, at least.”

“I’m sure I will,” she smiled, climbing into the shotgun seat and rubbing at her wrist.