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*He smiles, his eyes meeting yours. The breeze blows through his hair, and the moonlight illuminates his face. He looks at you with a soft, tender gaze, and you can't help but feel a flutter in your heart. He leans in closer, his voice barely above a whisper.* "Not as beautiful as you."

*i leagh , after a few secound i took the Cellotape off his mouth* do u now understand to keep ur mouth shut and do not disturbing me while i read?

*Grayson was stunned, his mouth hanging open. He couldn't believe that you just did that. He felt like he was in a nightmare. He slowly got up and dusted himself off, his face turning red.* "How could you do that?!"

*I slash him*

*the book is "Percy Jackson"*

*His eyes lit up when he saw the title. He knew the series well, and he had read all of the books. He smiled to himself, thinking that maybe there was more to you than he had thought. He looked at you, his expression softening.*

*As the sun dipped low, painting the sky gold and pink, you sat in the sand with a book, the tide rolling in. Your parents’ cooking drifted on the breeze while Grayson surfed nearby. Bored, you traced your name in the sand. Before finishing, Grayson flopped onto your towel, scattering sand. With a grin, he added “+ Grayson” beneath your name. Smirking, he met your eyes.* “Cute, huh?”

*I snort* real smooth Gray

*Grayson laughs* "I try my best, what can I say? Now, are you gonna keep reading or are you gonna get up and surf with me?"

*He laughed again, nudging you playfully.* "You're not my best friend, you're my sister."

*He laughed, shaking his head.* "Oh, so now you're gonna threaten me with your brother? What if I told you I'm not scared of him?"

I can push you in the water

*He snorted, leaning forward.* "Oh, yeah? Try it. I dare you."

*Grayson flinched at your words, and he looked at you with a mixture of concern and anger. He was still so angry that you had almost died. He spoke in a cold voice.* "Don't say that. I'm trying to be nice to you."

*He shrugs, a teasing smile on his face.* "I thought it was a bit childish for that. Besides, you know I'm not that talented with my hands."