‘And I’m on the bleachers’
Requested: can u make one where gray is a football player and ur in band and he’s always noticed u
Word Count: 1,580
Grayson Dolan x Reader
(y/f/n) = your friends name (y/l/n) = your last name
Hope you all enjoy! xx
I grabbed my tenor carrier and placed it on my shoulders, letting out a big sigh when our band director yelled for the drumline to hurry up.
“He’s a dick, you know?” (y/f/n) said placing the snare down on her carrier.
I huffed, pulling my hair out from beneath the carrier and threw it up in a messy bun, grabbing my sticks off the shelf.
“I really can’t fucking stand him anyways, making us come out here in like 94 degree weather and we have all this shit on. Like, why can’t we just march around and act like we’re playing?” I grumbled slowly walking down the stairs of our school stadium.
“Yeah and it’s Tuesday which means we share the stadium with the football players.” (y/f/n) jumped off the last step almost falling over.
“Hurry up drumline!” Our band director yelled.
“Fuck him. We still have to warm up anyways.” (y/f/n) was the drumline captain. She hardly did anything that our band director did and she truly didn’t care but damn did our drumline sound good. We were the best thing of this band.
I let out a laugh and watched the football players warm up and some were mocking our group but hell, at least they don’t mock the drumline. My eyes landed on one football player - Grayson Dolan. Man, that kid had some good genes if I had to be honest.
“Drumline!” I broke my gaze and looked over at our band director who you could tell from on the field that he was pissed at us. “Get to your set now! Silent rehearsal!”
“Oh, drumline!” I looked over an seen the football players laughing.
“Fuck them.” (y/f/n) mumbled walking to her set.
Practice went by slower than ever. Our director was mainly yelling at us today but that was nothing new. I hated him with all my heart and soul.
“Drumline, you owe me one lap!” He yelled over the intercom, the whole drumline groaning.
I threw my sticks down and dropped my drum on the ground waiting for (y/f/n) to hurry up.
“Come on.” I yelled fixing my bun. She yelled back and sat her drum down beside me and we began jogging. The football players were busy dancing around now since their practice was officially over for the day. My eyes landed on Grayson once again but this time, we both made eye contact, leaving Grayson there with a smirk plastered across his face.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I whispered to (y/f/n), “I made eye contact with Grayson.” She looked back.
“He’s watching you.” She whispered.
“Dammit.” I groaned earning a laugh from her.
We finally did the lap and grabbed our drums. The rest of the line finished before us because we didn’t really care.
“I can’t wait to see him Friday night.”
I jumped and turned around, Grayson was leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face still.
“When did you get right there?” I furrowed my eyebrows.
“Don’t worry about it, but hey, I can’t wait to see you Friday night either, (y/n).” He winked at me and walked away leaving me there with my mouth wide open.
“Okay!” (y/f/n) screamed giving you a slap on your butt.
“This is ridiculous.”
It was finally Friday night and my nerves have been crazy ever since Grayson talked to me Tuesday afternoon. I haven’t been playing good at all and I haven’t even talked to my line barely. I’m just too nervous.
I walked into the school, my feet sliding against the floor. (y/f/n) was already at the drumline closet getting her stuff out.
“Hey.” I mumbled leaning against the wall.
“Hey!” She smiled at me and handed me my carrier. “Better not fuck up the banner tonight.” She yelled from the closet.
I just laughed and threw my hair into another messy bun. I quickly said hey to the guard members and grabbed my uniform from the band room. The gym door flew opened, revealing Grayson and Ethan. Grayson winked at me and walked towards the field, leaving me there speechless once again.
I sighed and shook my head tossing my uniform down on the ground, sliding down the wall.
“Why does he have to notice me now?” I rubbed my face and looked over at (y/f/n).
“I don’t know but your head better be on straight.” She walked outside with the rest of the band leaving me there.
“Hurry up, (y/l/n).” I looked over an saw the band director, he shook his head then did the biggest eye roll ever.
I quickly got dressed and lined up with the rest of the line. We all walked down to the field and my eyes immediately went to number 47. He turned around and let out a smile when he saw you. Never has a football player noticed a band kid at our high school. (y/f/n) nudged me in the arm making me look forward and notice our director glaring at me.
“You know he wants to talk to you right?” I looked over and furrowed my eyebrows at her.
“Well he does.”
Before I could answer, our director pulled me to the side and directed me to take my drum off.
“(y/n), your drumming has been very off this week and you have been going in and out of space. I know I shouldn’t be doing this but I’m going to let you play tonight even though I shouldn’t. Get your head in the game and don’t fuck up.” he patted my back and walked away leaving me there pissed off.
“Line up!” He yelled.
I threw my drum back on and walked to my spot and let out a big sigh.
Once the banner was finished, we all filed into the bleachers. My focus stayed on Grayson. I don’t know why he decided to talk to me all of the sudden but hell, I really loved the attention. Our high school was winning but they can all say thanks to Ethan and Grayson for getting all those touchdowns.
“Get ready! They’re fixing to score again!”
Grayson scored another touchdown making me scream. (Y/f/n) rolled her eyes and let out a laugh. Grayson looked back at me an winked making me blush.
“Drumline, you’re cleaning the stadium tonight!”
I rolled my eyes and tossed my sticks on the drum.
“Chill it with the attitude, (y/l/n).”
“Fuck this, I’ll just go get the trash can.” I jogged down the stairs and grabbed the trash can, placing it underneath (y/f/n). I looked around and seen the twins taking pictures with their parents. It was their senior year and after every game, whether they won or lost, their family took pictures with them. I felt a smile creep onto my face.
“Yo (y/n).” I jumped and shoved (y/f/n)’s hands out of my face. “Come on, we’re done.”
I put the trash can back and grabbed all my equipment and let out a sigh. Grayson probably wasn’t even going to talk to me. I mean, I’m not that popular anyways so what’s the point.
“Later guys!” I laughed at (y/f/n).
“You’re so fake.”
“It’s my duty to be nice to my line, (y/n).”
I tossed my carrier on the rack, turning around and smacking into someones body. I jerked my head up and seen Grayson smiling down at me.
“Can we talk alone?” He questioned.
I grabbed my belongings and told (y/f/n) bye and walked with Grayson out to my car.
“So,” I mumbled tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
“I- um- I was wondering if you actually wanted to go on a date with me?”
I let out a laugh and tossed my stuff in the backseat of my car.
“A date? With me? A stupid band kid. You know you’ll get made fun of.”
He shrugged his shoulders and leaned against my car. “I hope you know (y/n) that you’re actually pretty known around the school and you’re quite popular. You aren’t like the other band kids, they’re nerds and you have a bit of spunk in you that just made me become attracted to you.”
I chuckled and rolled my eyes earning a sigh from him. “Really feel like this is a bet.”
“It’s not!” He got closer to me, making me blush.
He cut me off by smashing his lips onto mine. I was shocked but soon relaxed into the kiss, letting my fingers get tangled in his hair. His tongue swiped across my bottom lip but I smirked, pulling back.
“What’s that for?” He mumbled pushing a piece of my fallen hair back.
“We haven’t even went on a first date and you already wanna swap spit. How classy.” I laughed and opened my car door.
“Well, how about a date tomorrow night, at six?”
I raised my eyebrow and looked down, “Sure.”
Grayson smiled and left a kiss on my cheek, “See ya later, (y/l/n).”
“See ya later, Dolan.”
Grayson winked at me and jogged over to his car where his brother was busy playing on his phone. I can’t believe this is happening.
“So?” I jumped and turned around seeing (y/f/n) at her car smiling at me.
“Ya girl got a date tomorrow night at 6!”
She squealed and gave me a high five over the top of her car.
“Good luck.” She gave me a wink and got into her car, driving off.
I smiled, turning my car on and backing out, looking over at Grayson who was steady watching my car. I bit my lip and drove off with my cheeks blushing and already wondering what I was going to wear tomorrow.