
»∙Greyson Alexander Garlan∙«
"She's my best friend. Break her heart and I'll break your face"
»Name«
The name? Its Greyson. Greyson Alexander Garlan. Call me Greyson. Only Hatty gets to call me Grey. Yes, I called Rye Hatty.
»Gender«
Um, I've been a guy for all my life. I'm still a guy.
»Age«
I'm 20 years old. Barely older than Hatty.
»Sexuality«
I am straight. Yup. I like girls.
»Personality«
Greyson is calm and laid back, but protective of Rye. He hardly lets her out of his sight and having to stay home while she goes to college a few days before him is killing him. He hopes she is okay on her own and worries about her a lot. He is the only one that knows her secrets and will never share them. Ever.
»History«
Greyson grew up down the block from Rye and he is the only one she trusted with her secrets about the abuse. When teachers started to think things were bad for her, he would make up excuses for her so her mother wouldn't get angry at her. He helped her get over her parent's divorce and then her father's death. He was there for her no matter what. His parents really didn't care about his school stuff because of what he was doing for poor Rye. Greyson stood beside her when she began her escape from her mother. They were both overjoyed when she got to move in with him. She calls him her guardian angel sometimes because of how protective he is.
»Pets«
Greyson has a mastiff named Judge.




















