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Grant had fallen into his bed at 6am. It was only an hour later when his alarm was going off. He felt like absolute crap when he pulled himself from his sheets, but it had been worth it the night before. Grant had flirted through the evening, but had ended up laughing at Hal’s with some buddies, sharing in playful banter with the waitresses there. None of them had realised the time until it was much later than they could fathom it to be. By that point there was nothing they could do but curse loudly, pay the bill and stumble on home for what little sleep they could squeeze in. Grant was sure he was still a little drunk when he turned on the shower and stood under the water flow for ten minutes, barely moving as he tried to wake himself up. He really wished he could just sleep, but with finals just around the corner he didn’t want to miss a class in case it was something he came to regret. Grant probably sat through too many of them with a hangover as it was since he enrolled at NYU.

He wanted to be one of those people who looked back on his life and had plenty of great memories and stories that were just too much to be shared. He already had some wild boxes ticked, and had done things that could never be told to his children if he ever had any. He was young and he was living his life before it was too late to do so much. He didn’t come from wealth or a prestigious family. His mom had him when she was eighteen and a high school senior, and his dad was nothing more a few photographs in a dusty old yearbook. Clarke Randall had wanted nothing to do with the little boy who grew up looking so much like him, a wild streak in him that put his father’s to shame. Still, despite his tendencies to get into mischief and be the kind of boy mothers warned their daughters about, Grant had a good heart; that he got from his mother. His relationship with his mom was strange to so many people. Grant saw her as a friend rather than a parent and there was very little she didn’t know about her son. The wild stories, the nights of partying…he told her all of it. She usually had a tale to tell, too. It was rarely ever about herself since she had been preparing bottles and changing diapers when her friends were off at college or rebelling for the first time, but she still shared with him. Samantha had wanted that bond with her son, and she had it even though she was back in Columbus, Ohio while Grant was in New York City.

Grant made a note to call his mom later. He scribbled it on a receipt he found in his pocket and stuck it to his fridge. He fumbled through making himself a breakfast smoothie and made extra to fill a bottle to take with him to college. It was all healthy ingredients to get him through the day, and most of it bought from Crazy Roots at the end of his last shift. Working there had its perks and it meant he got the freshest selection from Amaryllis’ stock. Grant didn’t know how he got to campus, but his feet took him there somehow and he still had half an hour before his first class of the day so he headed for Java Stop. His smoothies were brilliant, but he needed caffeine if he was going to survive this. The queue was long there and barely moving. “I think heading back out to Starbucks would be quicker.” He mumbled to the person behind him, as the line continued to not move.

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TAGGED! Kanoa Baxter Kennedy
WORDS! 647!
OUTFIT! Hungover Hunk!
LYRICS! One Great Mystery - - - Lady Antebellum
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