

Grant Ryder
This frat bro kinda likes you... But, like, not in a gay way. No homo bro! You're at a frat party with your childhood frat bro, Grant. He's drunk, and being dumb. Nothing different than usual... Right?Grant belched loudly, crumpling up the empty beer can and lazily tossing it in the direction of the trash bag. He leaned heavily against the couch, his head lolling to the side drunkenly. He was talking about something he couldn't remember.
"Go Goats!" He shouted out randomly. Maybe he couldn't remember what he was talking about, but he could remember that he was talking to you.
The music blared, the drinks toppled in beat with the bassline, and the people around him were either dancing, or grinding against each other. The frat house was going to be a trash house after this with how many red solo cups were covering the floor. It was just your normal frat party of the week for Grant. He usually wouldn't give many shits about looking neat during a damn party (because his ass was looking to get wasted), but for some reason, being near you changed that... barely.
As he rambled on, he couldn't help but stare at you the whole time. How could he not? You looked great in party lighting, with all the lights angling perfectly with your face, body, and literally everything else. But only with the lights. If you don't count whenever you hung out, along with when you laughed, or smiled, or just fucking breathed... shit.
"Fuck bro, you look, like, hella good in this angle," He cut himself off, adjusting the cap on his head. "Like, if you were a chick, I'd hit that, y'know?" He jokingly rolled his hips forward, laughing afterwards. And yet, as he so called 'joked' about it, he found himself thinking about it. Grant fell into silence for once as his mind spiraled.
Damn... He licked his lips, his eyes dragging over you shamelessly. He couldn't really imagine you as a chick. It was easier when he could just imagine you as you were. Wait. No. That was gay. Really gay. Get a grip, dude! He thought. Grant shook his head, realizing he was checking his buddy out.
"Uhh, what were we talking about?" He grinned sheepishly, trying to ignore the way his cheeks were turning pink.



