SUMMARY: Having a really funny idea for the project of your sculp class you ask the help of your friend, Grayson.
You knocked twice on the door and waited for someone to open. It was not the first time you had stepped on those specific steps and it was not the first time you had knocked on that door. You had been practically living here for the major of time and especially when you were feeling alone or when you were truly bored out of your mind.
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“Where is everybody?” You questioned when you and Grayson had made your way onto the deserted beach.
“Eth said they’ll be here soon. Laura needed to sober up a little, I guess.” Grayson shrugged and shoved his hands in his pocket. The lake was quiet, ripples in the water reflecting the moonlight. The wind was blowing slightly but it wasn’t cold. You looked to the cove, wanting to check if D had written back, “You okay?” Grayson touched your shoulder lightly. You turned to him and nodded with a smile, “Do you want to swim?” He nodded his head to the water. You didn’t have a suit but you were wearing shorts and your bra would dry if it got wet.
“Yeah, let’s go.” You pulled your top off and walked to the water. It had cooled significantly from the day but wasn’t cold enough to stop you from swimming. As you were about to dive in Grayson ran past you and jumped up, completely submerging himself. You laughed as he resurfaced, his previously styled hair now dripping onto his face and covering his eyes. You brought your hand up to your mouth to stifle the laugh coming out of your mouth. Joining Grayson in the water you submerged yourself until you couldn’t reach the bottom and were treading water. Grayson swam closer to you until he was about an arm’s length away, “Y/N there’s something I want to show you.” He came a bit closer and you nodded, you’d follow Grayson anywhere if he asked. He started to swim towards the shore and you followed. As soon as you got out of the water, however, the rest of the party came onto the beach. Grayson stopped so suddenly that you ran into his strong back for the second time that night. You rubbed your nose again as you stepped away from him. He turned and gave you an apologetic smile, “Maybe later?” You were disappointed but nodded nonetheless. His friends came up to him and they started rough-housing and you looked for Laura or Jack. You found Jack but Laura wasn’t with him.
“Hey, where’s Laura?” You gave Jack a quick hug and he squeezed you quickly.
“She was really tired. I took her home and set her up with some Advil for tomorrow and a few bottles of water.” Jack shrugged and laughed a little, “She gets rowdy when she’s had a few.” You knew all too well what he meant. Laura was a collected person by nature but when she had a few drinks she was like a whole new person.
“Alright, that’s probably for the best that she didn’t come then.” Jack bobbed his head in agreement, “Ethan and Grayson are over there,” you gestured to where they were surrounded by a few people, “I’m gonna go for a walk.” Jack nodded and made his way to his friends and you walked the opposite way towards your cove.
When you reached the cove you opened the notebook excitedly to see that D had written back, “That sounds like a shitty situation, I’m sorry. I think you should tell Brad…” You laughed when you read the name, you had forgotten that you named Grayson “Brad” to hide his– and your– true identity, “… about your crush. I know how you feel though, I’m in the same situation. There’s this girl that I’ve had a crush on for years but she and I barely talk. I think she likes my brother which sucks. He knows that I like her and I know that he wouldn’t make a move on her because I like her but it still sucks seeing her with him you know? Anyway, I think honesty is the best policy for you right now. I guess that makes me a hypocrite, huh? I’m telling you to tell Brad about your crush but I’m not going to tell my crush. I’ve never been in love but the feeling I have when I’m with her makes me think I might be falling for her. We should get together for dinner and discuss our hardships. I’m just kidding… kinda. It’d be nice to talk to somebody who knows what I’m going through. Anyway, I’m already late for something so I’d better go. I hope she’s there. I’ll let you know if she is. -D
P.S. What should I call you? I feel weird calling you “wave”… -D”
You smiled at the note. D was right, it felt nice to have somebody that could relate to what you were going thorough. You picked up the pen and started to write back, “I completely agree. It’s nice that somebody knows sorta what I’m going through. I found out that Brad and that girl I thought he was with aren’t actually together and that she has a boyfriend. It makes me feel better but I still can’t carry a very good conversation with him. We had a nice night together and that was the most that I had talked to him since I’ve known him, I think. Maybe I’m getting better at this? Maybe there’s a chance.
P.S. you can call me Kai.”
Kai was the Hawaiian word for sea and you felt like it represented you well. It also hid your identity from D or whoever else might know about your cove. You looked down to the lake and saw a sizeable crowd on the beach and you sighed, knowing that you should probably join or else people might wonder where you were. There were few enough people to where your absence was noticeable but that you could sneak away like you had for a short amount of time. You made your way down the trail and back to where people were mingling. They had brought the alcohol from the party and people were getting a little rowdy. You giggled at some of your friends acting silly with the aid of alcohol in their systems.
“Fancy seeing you here.” You shivered when somebody’s hand snaked around your waist and started travelling to your butt. Whoever it was smelled heavily of alcohol and their breath was fanning over your neck uncomfortably. Turning, you turned saw Dean standing there with a smirk on his face and you grimaced.
“Yeah well, my brother and his best friends put this little party on so I couldn’t really say no.” You started to walk away and kept an eye out for Jack, Ethan, or Grayson. You didn’t want any conflict but being closer to one of them would make you feel much better.
“Yeah? Maybe you should text them, tell them that you’re leaving this party early.” Dean was even more drunk than when you had first come in contact with him at Meg’s sister’s house and he was stumbling after you.
“That’s fine, thanks for the offer, though. I should find my friends.” Dean reached for you and your pulled your hand away.
“Aw, sweetheart, are you saying we aren’t friends? I’m hurt.” You saw him pout out of the corner of your eye and you rolled your eyes at him. You still hadn’t spotted any of the guys and you were running out of options. You thought about going into the water to get away from him but you realized even the colder water wouldn’t dissuade him from following you. Turning to the water you finally caught Ethan’s eye. He was in the middle of the lake surrounded by a few people. When Dean caught your wrist you were forced to break eye contact with Ethan and you tried to tug your arm out of his grasp, “I’m getting you one way or another, fucking prude. You might as well make it easier for yourself.”
“And what are you gonna do? Where you gonna take me? There’s too many people here for you to do anything to me in the open, and judging by your breath there’s no way you drove here yourself. Let me go, asshole.” You tried to look over to Ethan again but Dean grabbed your chin and made you look at him. His breath washed over you and you coughed at the strong smell of tequila.
“You don’t want to test me, bitch.”
“Hey! Let her the fuck go, Dean!” You sagged in relief when you heard Ethan’s voice coming behind you. Dean squeezed your arm and chin tighter when he saw Ethan and you yelped at the pain racing through your body. You struggled with him, wanting to be near Ethan or anybody that wasn’t Dean. “I said,” your body was jostled a little as Ethan shoved Dean, “stay the fuck away from her.” Dean let you go and you stumbled. Somebody grabbed your arm gently and pulled you towards them. Looking up you saw Meg with a kind but sad smile on her face.
“Are you okay?” She touched your jaw lightly and you flinched at the sensitivity, “I’m sorry, come with me.” She guided you towards the coolers and pulled out a can of beer.
“Meg, I don’t really want a drink right now…”
She giggled, “It’s for your face. You need something cold on it.” You nodded and took the can from her.
“What’s happening? Why is Ethan furious?” Jack came up behind you and raised an eyebrow at the can of beer on your cheek.
“Dean was being an asshole. Grabbed Y/N. Ethan got him off her.” Meg explained.
Jack dropped to his knees beside you, “Are you okay? Let me see. Y/N I’m so sorry.”
You removed the can and let him see your face. He surveyed it with furrowed brows. You raised your left arm where Dean had gripped you and he gasped, water gathering in his eyes as he looked at you, “Jack it’s fine, I swear. Meg is helping me and Ethan took care of it. He was bothering me at the party and must have heard that there was a party here too, just bad luck.”
“We’re pressing charges.” Jack stated firmly, “That jackass is going to–”
“Y/N! Are you okay? Let me see. I don’t think he’ll be bothering you again.” Ethan walked over to the table you were sitting at and you noticed his knuckles were a little red. A crowd had gathered around you and Ethan pushed his way through to see you. He crowded in next to Jack, looking at your face and arm.
“I’m okay, thank you for helping me.” You smiled gingerly at him, “You got there just in time.” You picked up Ethan’s hand and frowned at how swollen the knuckles looked. Lowering the beer can from your face you tried to put it on Ethan’s hand but he shook his head and placed in back on your face gently.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner.” Ethan looked away, “He could have-” Ethan cut himself off and held your uninjured hand, squeezing it a bit when he thought of what could have happened.
“It’s not your fault, I’m just glad you were there at all.” You didn’t really want to think what could have happened if Ethan hadn’t seen you when he did.
“What the fuck is happening? Did somebody get hurt?” You heard Grayson’s voice cut through the crowd. Ethan and Jack looked at each other and then over to Grayson who was making his way through the crowd. “Y/N?” you waved weakly, the can of beer still on your face. “What-?”
“Dean.” Ethan gritted through his teeth. Grayson tensed and looked around, “He’s gone, bro. I took care of it. Grayson stop.” Ethan got up to grab Grayson’s arm.
When Grayson turned around to look at Ethan his face was hard and determined, “E…” Grayson trailed off and gestured to you, his eyes softening when he met yours.
“I know, but he’s gone and all we can do now is make sure Y/N is safe and okay.” You felt your cheeks heat up as Ethan and Grayson talked about you as if you weren’t there; in front of the crowd, nonetheless.
Jack squeezed your hand and stood up, “Why don’t we talk about this somewhere else?”
Ethan and Grayson looked at him, “Nah, we’re good. The conversation is over anyway.” Ethan said, sending Grayson a steely glare showing that there was no room for argument, “I think it’s time to go home.” The crowd started to disperse and people started packing up the drinks and pack things away in their cars.
Grayson stayed where he was, watching as you and Meg conversed about what happened. You didn’t really want to relive it but a whole slew of people had seen it and you knew that even if you didn’t talk about it, others would, “You have my number, right?” you nodded at Meg, “Great. Text me tomorrow when you wake up, we’ll go shopping and do a movie. Sound good?” You nodded at her again. The look she gave you didn’t leave much room for objection, but you were glad that she was making these plans. You needed to keep your mind busy and off of what had happened today.
When you looked over to Jack to ask him to take you home he was talking rapidly with Grayson and Ethan, all three of them were gesturing wilding and you grew frustrated. You were right there for crying out loud! “Hey assholes. I’m right here. Don’t talk about me like I’m invisible, or a child. If you have something to fucking say, say it.” You balled your fists but the look of intimidation you were trying to go for was ruined when you flinched when pain shot through your left arm from Dean’s tight grip and made you drop your glare and unclench your fists.
“Grayson is going to take you home, now. I’ll see you in a bit.” Jack said, placing a kiss on the top of your head.
You panicked, thinking that Jack and Ethan were going to go after Dean again, “Jack! Please don’t. It’s fine I’m fine.”
“Shhh, relax. We’re not going to go after Dean. Grayson—“ he cut himself off before continuing, “Gray feels bad that he wasn’t there to help. He wants to apologize.” You glanced over at Grayson who was looking at something on his phone.
“Okay. Promise you won’t do anything stupid?”
“Promise, twin.” Jack gave you a tight hug and another kiss on your head.
You walked over to Grayson and touched his arm gently, “I’m going with you.” He looked up and smiled tightly at you before putting his phone in his back pocket. He rested his hand on your lower back and guided you to the car. He opened the passenger side door and helped you in, “No drinks?” Now that you knew that Grayson and Ethan didn’t drink you tried to make a joke about it ease the tense situation. Grayson gave you a weak smile, shaking his head, “Are you okay? I can go home with Jack if you have something to do. It’d make more sense, actually.”
“No!” The volume of his voice startled you and you jumped, “No. Please let me take you home. I just— I feel so bad that I wasn’t there.” He clenched the wheel tightly. You didn’t know why he was so torn up about what happened and asked him as much. “Y/N. You didn’t deserve that.”
“Nobody does. But I’m fine. Ethan was there. Meg helped me afterwards. Jack will keep him from me if I see him again. It’ll be okay.” You tried to speak softly, reassuring him.
“That’s not it. I know we’ll keep you safe.” Your heart fluttered.
“Then what, Gray?” His eyes snapped towards yours as he rolled to a stop at a stop sign.
“You don’t know? Jack didn’t tell you?” You shook your head, having no idea what he could be talking about, “Y/N I like you. A lot. I have for years.” He broke eye contact and drove forward.
You froze, “Fuck you, Grayson. Let me out. How dare you?” You jiggled the door handle, disregarding the fact that Grayson was currently flying down the road.
“Y/N what— stop! You’re gonna hurt yourself.” Grayson pulled over and parked the car, “What just happened?”
“Who told you? How do you know?”
“Know what, Y/N? I’m lost!”
“I’ve liked you since we were in kindergarten together. And you think just because of what happened tonight you can make fun of me? I may be weak but I’m not pathetic. I know I couldn’t get Dean off of me but I’m not gonna sit around while you try to take advantage of the shitty situation.” Tears were falling on your cheeks.
“I had no idea you liked me, I swear. And I would never take advantage of you. I’m not De—“ he took a deep breath, “I’m not Dean. I would never–.” You looked at Grayson, his eyes were full of sincerity and you were taken aback.
“You didn’t just say that? You meant it?”
“That I like you? Yes. I have for as long as I can remember.”
You huffed, “I’m sorry.”
Grayson started to laugh, “You’re a spitfire, Y/N.” You shrugged, looking away from him, embarrassed. He tilted your chin up with his pointer finger. The gentle contact on your face was a stark contrast to the force that had been used on you just an hour ago. He wiped the tear off your cheek, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. And I don’t know if you want to take things slow, or if you even want a relationship, let alone with me, but if you’ll have me I’ll keep you safe, always.” Your breath was caught in your throat but you nodded, “Yes to what, Y/N?”
“I want this. With you. I’ve wanted it since I was 5 and you offered me the Blood Orange crayon because the Red crayon wasn’t ‘pretty enough’ for the sunset.” Grayson giggled at you. When him and Ethan had come in to class on the first day of kindergarten Grayson had immediately come over and told you that the colors you had weren’t good enough for the picture you were drawing. You were hurt initially but when he opened his small palm he had a whole array of colors and offered them to you to use. “But, Gray…” he looked at you expectantly, “can… can we take it slow? I don’t…” you didn’t know what you were trying to say but Grayson understood.
“We can take it as slow as you want.” You smiled gratefully. “Let’s get some ice for you. Wanna go back to mine?” You looked out of the windshield and smiled then nodded at him. He smiled back at you before starting the car and pulling back onto the road. “We can watch a movie if you want. I think Jack is staying over tonight too.” A few minutes passed before Grayson spoke up again, “Can I hold your hand?” The request startled you but you smiled and offered your hand to him. He gripped it tightly and laced his fingers through yours. The size difference was almost comical and you laughed, “What’s up, Giggles?” He squeezed your hand quickly.
“My hand is really little in yours.” Your heart was beating erratically at being so close to Grayson and you were working on keeping your breathing neutral. Grayson looked down and nodded in agreement, a big smile on his face. The rest of the drive was spent in comfortable silence, Grayson’s playlist filling the silence. When Grayson pulled into the driveway you saw Jack’s car on the road. Some of the tension in your body was released when you saw it. Grayson opened the door for you and started to lead you inside but he stopped when the two of you reached the porch, “And for the record, Y/N, you’re not weak. Not in the slightest.” He placed a small kiss on the top of your head and you blushed. When the two of you made your way inside you saw Lisa and Sean waiting on the couch with Ethan and Jack sitting across from them.
“Y/N! Sweetie! Are you okay? Sean can you go get some ice? Ethan and Jack told me everything. I’m so sorry honey. Oh look at you.” Lisa ran a hand down your face gently, “You poor thing. Come here.” She guided you to the couch and Sean handed you some ice in a ziplock bag and you thanked him. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?” You shook your head at Lisa. She nodded and patted your leg, “You all should get some sleep. It’s late.” You thanked her as she walked up the stairs with Sean.
“You guys wanna watch a movie?” Grayson spoke up from beside you. Ethan and Jack nodded and Ethan went into the kitchen to make some popcorn.
“Are you guys…?” Jack looked between the two of you. Grayson nodded and you smiled at your brother, “Finally! I’ve been waiting for you two to figure your shit out for ages!” He punched the air a couple times and whooped.
Ethan came running in, “What happened?”
“Y/N and your brother are together!” Jack and Ethan jumped around dramatically, waving their hands around.
“We’re taking things slow right now, asshats.” Grayson rolled his eyes.
“Still! It’s about time!” Ethan called out, walking back to the kitchen, grabbing the popcorn and putting it into some bowls. Even though you had honestly been looking forward to a movie your eyes closed of their own accord as the title sequence started. You were asleep before the first line of the movie was spoken.
The glow up no one saw coming
Grayson’s Snapchat (11/16/18)
Grayson Bailey Dolan is not allowed to shave ever again
Grayson really out here tryna expose Ethan wth
I know i should be focusing on Grayson’s beautiful face but i can’t help but notice Ethan’s butt in the reflection 😂😂
Quickie with one of the boys
Something about hooking up with Gray at a college party has me 😩😩😩 so let’s go with that. Um this is my first time writing smut sooooooo please go easy on my fragile heart!
It was a saturday night and you were at your best friends’ frat. Ethan was making drinks at the bar for the mass amounts of people coming into the house, and Grayson was behind you, holding your hips, as you grinded on him.
You knew these boys since you were in diapers. Once you turned into teenagers, the dynamic slightly changed. You and Gray would give each other looks when no one was looking and would sneak off in the middle of the night while everyone was sleeping. One thing led to another and now you guys hook up with each other basically every weekend. During the week, you guys act super flirty and build up the tension. Once the weekend hits, it’s time to let it all out.
You were slightly tipsy, not drinking too much because Ethan knows how to make them STRONG. Gray had a few beers in his system from having a beer pong tournament with his brothers. You kept swaying your hips against him and felt his grip start to tighten.
“Baby, if you keep doing that we are going to have public indecency problems with campus police tonight,” he whispered in your ear.
“Hmmm maybe I’m in the mood to be a little bad tonight,” you teased back, putting an arm behind you to touch his toned torso.
He turned you around swiftly and smashed his lips against yours. You grabbed the back of his head and tangled your fingers in his floppy brown hair.
The DJ changed the song to “Arms Around You” by Maluma and XXXtentacion and you moaned while kissing Grayson, suddenly pulling away.
“Ugh I fucking love this song,” you said, head thrown back.
You heard Grayson whispering the lyrics of X’s part in your ear in a low and sexy voice, knowing you’re the only one who can hear.
You internally went wild. You knew if you stayed in this basement any longer, everyone was going to have a show to watch.
“We need to go upstairs. Now,” you demanded.
Gray smirked at you before saying, “Well damn, angel, I thought you’d never ask.”
You both pushed past everyone and ran to his room on the second floor. The minute the door closed and locked, you were both ripping clothes off of each other and were making out like this was the last time you would be able to do this.
Once you were both stripped of your clothes, Gray looked at you with intense lust in his eyes.
“Lay down, baby. I’m just getting started with you.”
You moaned and laid back on his bed.
“Have you been taking your pill or should I wrap up?” He asked while kissing your neck.
“We’re good. Just fuck me please,” you whined, needing him then and there.
“If you insist, angel.”
Suddenly, you felt an intense but very familiar feeling in your lower region and it drove you nuts.
“Oh Gray,” you moaned, nails digging into his back.
He picked up his pace and all you could hear was the faint sound of the X song in the background and Gray pounding against you.
“So wet for me, babygirl. Bet you thought about this all week, huh? Even in class?”
“Mhm, all the time.” You closed your eyes in bliss. You really could not get enough of this feeling.
“Yeah, I know. My naughty girl thinks about me fucking her all the time. Even when your surround by all those people.” He started slurring his words, feeling himself getting closer to his release.
“Oh Gray harder, please,” you begged, feeling yourself getting closer too.
“Where do you want me to cum, baby? Huh? Tell daddy,” he groaned in your ear.
“Right- oh god. Right here, baby,” you moaned, touching yourself.
Right after you said that, both of you felt that tight feeling in your stomachs, ready to release.
You felt him release inside you and you hit your climax, feeling ultimate bliss.
“Oh my god…that was the best hook up we’ve ever had,” you said as he pulled out of you.
He kissed you before agreeing. You both felt way too worn out to go downstairs and continue partying, so you decided to fall asleep in Gray’s room, wrapped in each other’s arms.
Um I’m just gonna leave now. 🤦🏻♀️
“So you aren’t mine?”
You’ve had an awful weekend, crying over the boy who isn’t yours. Finally having come to the realization that you deserved better and he if he wasn’t going to give you it, you were going to go out and find it.
You found it hard to pay attention in class from how emotionally exhausted you were from burying yourself in your pillow all weekend. Your eyes are so puffy and red that you’re sure someone is going to think you’re high. After class you decide to get the homework done so you don’t have to do it later but you know you’re not going to do it if you go back to your dorm, so you go to the place where you know you can avoid anyone and everyone.
The library was generally safe when you weren’t with Grayson so you decided to go hide out at one of the many tables on the fourth floor. Few students were studying there, others prefer the other floors with better lights and the coffee stand being near.
“What?” You turn around to face him and are met with the angriest he has ever looked.
“Some fucking douche bag said he heard that you’re going around telling people you aren’t mine.” His arms crossed over his chest, the muscle bulging making your mouth water, forgetting that you’re supposed to be mad at him.
“I’m not.” If it’s possible his scowl grows harder, his eyes deeper. He steps towards you grabbing your arm and dragging you from the table you’re seated at, towards the shelves where you would usually end up making out. Not today.
“I’ll show you who you belong to.” He growls into your ear, his raspy voice sending chills down your whole body. It takes all the power in you to pull away once he starts kissing down your collarbone.
“Stop.” Your voice is sharp and certain, he pulls away immediately, looking confused and slightly hurt.
“What are you doing?” His back is pressed to the bookshelf opposite to where you are, leaving space for you to breathe and gather your thoughts.
“I meant it when I told that girl I wasn’t with you. We aren’t.” You want to look at his reaction at your words, see if they hurt him as much as they hurt you but you’re too scared to look and see that he doesn’t care.
He doesn’t say anything so you continue.
“I am so tired of doing this thing. It isn’t fair that I have all these feelings for you and that I’m always there whenever you need to fuck and talk, but when I need you you’re out with your tongue down some other girls throat. I am so fucking fed up of crying myself to sleep because I can’t have all of you. I want so badly for you to want me back and I know that that’s not in the cards right now. I know that whatever we have between us is just some fling, that you don’t care and that’s fine. We’ve never defined anything but when you go out and tell every guy on this campus that I’m yours, what am I supposed to think? I fooled myself into thinking it went both ways and I just recently realized that I was being an absolute idiot. You aren’t mine so I’m not yours.” You take a deep breath before pushing on because if you stopped you wouldn’t be able to continue.
I’m not your property for you to take whenever you feel like. I love you, Grayson, I fucking do so much and it’s going to take a miracle and half for me to move on from you but I have to try because I deserve so much more. I want so much more, and if you won’t give it to me, I need to find someone else who will. Someone who will love me and want me just as much as I love and want them.” You end your long-winded speech with tears running down your cheeks. You’re trying to hold back sobs, trying to stop him from seeing how much he’s broken you.
He just stares at you, his face is frozen in shock and all you want is some kind of sign, an acknowledgement that he heard how much you love him, something that might show you that he loves you too.
When the realization that he isn’t going to say anything hits you, you choke back a sob, wipe your tears and nod your head. You turn to walk away from him and he’s still staring at the bookshelf where you once stood.
“I’m going to need for you to remove the ‘do not touch’ sign from above my head, god knows why they need your permission to start talking to me again.” And as you turn away and speed walk in the direction of the dorms, your heart straying behind you, you think of what could have been, with a boy that radiated sunshine when not around his social expectations.
You don’t see him around, thankful that your degree requires for you to be in a whole different building from him. You avoid the library like the plague, opting to study in your dorm room or one of the cities libraries. You’re glad that midterms exist because without them to distract you, you would be dying from the pain of not being around him. Sometimes, at night when you’re drifting into sleep you feel the emptiness that not being around him has caused you, but you’re so mentally exhausted from your classes that the emptiness quickly fades as you drift off to sleep.
You haven’t been going out as much and you’ve been using the excuse of having to study for not going partying whenever your friends asked. Of course, the excuse was more true than false but you also didn’t want to go out in case you ran into him with his arms around another.
Soon though, midterm season would come to an end and you would have to go to wherever your friends wanted to drag you to because “it isn’t healthy for you to be obsessed with someone who isn’t obsessed with you” and “what happened to finding another man!” You loved your friends but they didn’t understand the connection you had felt with Grayson and the betrayal you felt when he didn’t feel it too.
So when you’re taking your last exam for that quarter, you can’t help but dread that the weekend is coming up. Feeling like a zombie you get up from your seat, actually satisfied at how good you feel about the exam and hand it into the prof. It shouldn’t surprise you that as soon as you leave the classroom your best friend is sitting a little away from the room, against the wall.
“We’re invited to the end of midterms celebration this weekend.” You roll your eyes and walk past her, knowing that she would follow you.
“Is there a party for the end of all research papers too or?” You ask sarcastically, pushing through the door and walking into the cold air.
“Probably. Listen, you need a date, you can’t show up alone and be tempted by you know who.” You wait as a car passes by to cross the street and head for the east building where you’re going to get food and then head back to your dorm.
“How can I get a date when “you know who” won’t lift his property sign off me?” You snap at her, you don’t mean to but you’re just pissed off that Grayson still has control over who you can see and talk to.
“Okay, chill. And I have a super hot dude that doesn’t give a shit about the hierarchy of uni.” You don’t think you’re ready to see anyone yet but maybe if you show up with someone on your arm, Grayson will see that he can end up losing you and do something about it.
“Give me his number, I need to go out with him before the party to see if I can actually like him.” Your friend smiles and reaches for her phone, browsing a bit before your phone pings with a message.
You never thought you would turn into the person who uses someone to make someone else jealous but Grayson Dolan makes people do insane things.
You had texted the guy, Nathan, before going back to your dorm and he had responded almost immediately. You asked him if he was free to hang out before the party and you hadn’t been expecting for him to say that he could be at the campus lounge in an hour. So once you get your coffee, you go to your dorm to freshen up and just as fast, you’re making your way to the lounge.
He had sent you a picture so you would know who to look for and when you walk in, the warmth from the place wrapping you up, you see him. You hate that his hair is brown like Grayson’s but you also hate that his eyes are blue. He greets you with a smile and a handshake and you can’t help but blush. He pulls out a chair for you and you take a seat, him doing the same.
You find out that he’s a business student who works at a golf course almost every day to pay for school. He likes music and reading and drinks his coffee black but with sugar because he isn’t a barbarian. He has two sisters, one older and one younger. His mom raised the three of them alone and he loves her more than anything. He likes kids and sunsets and driving at night.
He’s absolutely perfect and you so wish you could forget about the other boy who loves his mom, dad and twin brother more than anything. Who dresses up to trick or treat with his younger cousin, the boy who is scared of haunted houses but loves the dark and driving at 2 am. The boy who drinks his coffee with way too much cream and sugar because it’s “fucking disgusting otherwise.” You wish you could stop comparing every word that leaves Nathan’s mouth to Grayson’s.
You wish so hard that you agree to go out with him the next day.
And you do. And it’s the best. You road trip to the ocean and wait until sunset to take pictures because he remembered from your one date that your favourite thing to take pictures of is the sky at sunset. While you wait you get ice cream and talk about everything. About both your goals after graduation has come and gone. You think about how you could fall in love with this man who is standing in front of you spilling his hopes and trusting you with them. You could really love him if it wasn’t for the fact that your heart was in love with someone else.
It’s the best first date you’ve ever had and you crave more of it, more of the attention, you want to feel wanted, this is what a relationship is supposed to feel like, this stranger has shown you that in not even two days of knowing him and that hurts.
When he drops you back at home and kisses you, you fool yourself into being all in, you want to want him so bad that you convince yourself that it will come with time. That you’ll be with him and you’ll learn to love Nathan.
You don’t notice the prying eyes from across the street looking on as Nathan’s lips engulf yours.
You walk into the party with Nathan on your arm, your group is late but no one seemed to care. You ignore the twinge in your stomach when you hear his voice, you don’t turn in the direction, your eyes never leaving the side of Nathan’s face, your hand grasped firmly in his.
“Do you want a drink?” You nod but don’t let go of his hand as he makes a move to leave.
“Don’t leave me.” He smiles and kisses your forehead, walking the both of you towards the drinks table.
As you walk by you hear the whispers and gasps, people obviously surprised that anyone would be with you with the warning to stay away from you still going around campus.
Wait…is that allowed?
Did Grayson finally realize he could do better?
Isn’t that Dolan’s girl?
Nathan gives you a worried glance and you reassure him that you’re fine.
When you make it to the table everyone parts and fake smiles, the curiosity killing them.
The only sound is the loud music blaring and the deafening whispers, you can feel all eyes on you, one in particular. But you don’t look towards him, you know it’s him, and you don’t want to give him the satisfaction. As soon as Nathan has two beers, you’re both on your way back to your friends, leaving everyone standing in amazement at the ballsy move Nathan had pulled by asking you out.
His eyes have barely left your frame tonight and you’ve had to try your hardest to avoid catching his eyes. You’ve been at the party for hours now, clung to Nathan’s arm the whole time. For a while, you had forgotten Grayson was there, and the fact that you weren’t sober wasn’t helping.
You weren’t one for PDA but the alcohol had already made its way through your system.
You were kissing all over Nathan’s neck, giggling like mad when someone comes up behind you and taps you on your shoulder. You turn around to see Ethan standing there, arms crossed, worry on his face. You look behind him and see the other guys from the frat surrounding Grayson whose raging eyes won’t leave Nathan. You notice that the guys are trying to keep Grayson from walking over to you.
“Yes?” You say to Ethan, faking sweetness.
“You both need to leave.” Ethan’s eyes move to look at Nathan and a slight glare grows on his face.
“This isn’t your house. You can’t kick us out.” You move closer to Nathan, smiling up at him and then looking back at Ethan, defiantly.
“Unless you want Grayson to end up in jail tonight, you need to leave.” He looks back behind him at the guys who are struggling to keep Grayson where he is, “they can’t hold him back forever. Leave.” You hated him so much for dictating who you could date and where you could go but you didn’t want him to get in any trouble. You didn’t want Nathan to get hurt because of you.
“Nate, we should just go, I’m sorry.” You’re expecting him to put up a fight, to run over to Grayson and demand what his problem is, but instead, he nods his head and grabs your coats from beside you.
You turn to your friends and say your goodbyes, hugging them. Ethan is still standing there, you think it’s to have another barrier between Nathan and Grayson.
“Babe? You ready?” You turn to Nathan who’s at the door in shock, the pet name slipping from his lips, blood rushes to his face but you smile at his cuteness.
“Yeah, let’s go home.” You say it a little louder so maybe he hears it from where he is. Nathan opens the door for you and you both step out, Ethan going to close the door behind you.
“What?!” You hear screaming and his friends calling after him, Ethan scrambles to close the door, only for it to rip right back open. Ethan is pushed to the side as a livid Grayson barrels towards you and Nathan.
“I need to talk to you.” He says, halting in front of you.
“I’m going home, you grab Nathan’s hand and Grayson’s eyes follow the movement.
“It’s late. It’s too late.” You whisper the latter part, knowing he can still hear you. Your double meaning making Grayson sober up as sadness overcomes him.
“No, it’s not. We can still talk.” Nathan steps in front of you and glares at Grayson.
“She said she doesn’t want to talk.” You see the bodies behind Grayson stand alert, waiting for a fight to break out.
“I’m not fucking talking to you, asshole.” He looks past Nathan and begs you with his eyes. “Y/N-” He’s cut off by Nathan turning around and walking you towards his car. You don’t turn around to look at him, your strength wavering when you hear Ethan yell for Grayson.
“You can’t fucking drive, you can’t take her in that car while you’re drunk dude, I won’t let you.” Grayson grabs Nathan by the shoulder and Nathan only pushes him off before Grayson can charge at him his friends are holding him back.
Nathan opens the door for you and you step up while he goes around to get into the driver’s seat.
“Please, y/n, please don’t go with him.” He’s still being held back but his eyes aren’t angry anymore, just full of worry. You aren’t his biggest fan right now, but you don’t want him to worry.
“I’ll be fine, he only had one beer.” Grayson shakes his head, his eyes sad as you close the door of the car and Nathan starts the engine.
You see Grayson say your name, as he starts to pull against his friends again. You have to look away or you’ll get out and stay with him forever.
He’s just had too much to drink and feeling jealous that you’re with someone. That you’re moving on. He’s mad that someone disobeyed him and decided to ask you out.
Nathan starts to drive away and you look through the side view mirror as his friends let go of him and he sinks down onto the sidewalk, his head dropping into his hands.
Jealousy is not love.
Nathan sleeps over, you guys cuddle in your bed and pass out almost immediately, your mind filling with dreams of the sunshine boy your heart belonged to.
There’s a knock on your door in the early morning. You feel for your phone and it illuminates to show that it’s 8:45 am. You curse whoever’s at the door and reluctantly get up, leaving Nathan in bed. Your roommate’s bed is made so you think it might be here, having forgotten her key.
“I hate you.” You say, opening up the door only to be met by a disgruntled Grayson.
“I know.” He looks behind you, definitely checking to see if you had slept alone. You step towards him until you’re outside your room and you close the door behind you.
“Is he in there?” He asks solemnly, playing with his hands.
“What do you want?” You cross your arms over your chest and look down the dimly lit hallway to see if anyone was coming.
“You.” Your breath catches when he says it. Your arms dropping beside you. You’re speechless, your eyes gaping at him.
“I’m an idiot for not realizing it sooner and I know I’ve made your life a living hell, but I know what I want now, I want you. I want us. All of it.” You’re still at a loss for words. Tears start to brim in your eyes but you don’t let them fall.
“Grayson,” you whisper, your head shaking slightly.
“I love you.” If you were speechless before, you don’t even know what you are now. Your heart swells at the words and you feel a pit grow in your belly. Those words are the ones you’ve been waiting to hear from him for the longest time. You’re about to tell him that when you hear a noise come from inside the room behind you.
“What’s my favourite thing to take photos of?” You say quickly, catching him off guard.
“What?” He looks to you with confusion. His brows furrowing.
“What do I take photos of?” You don’t know why you need him to answer this so bad, but knowing that a guy you just met knows this and Grayson doesn’t, kills you. You’ve told him so many times.
“Landscapes.” He isn’t wrong, but that’s not the answer you’re looking for. What other options are there really? People and objects.
It’s too late. Your timing is off. You can’t.
“I meant what I said yesterday, it’s too late.” Grayson moves closer to you, shaking his head.
“No, it isn’t. We can be together.” He pauses when another noise comes from inside, “Is it because of that guy? You just met him, you can’t have moved on so fast.” You see as he sinks into himself, the realization hitting him.
“I’ve been moving on for a long time now Gray, ever since the day I stopped us. And I might not be completely over you but Nathan, he doesn’t deserve this. He’s good, he’s cookie cutter perfect and there’s something there. I have to try. I owe it to myself to try.” He isn’t looking at you anymore, finding his shoes way more interesting.
“Is the pull that strong?” He looks up at you and you see that his eyes are rimmed red and all you want to do is take him in your arms and tell him it’s going to be okay.
“I have to see it through.” The door behind you swings open and shirtless Nathan towers over you, looking past your head to Grayson who steels himself, glares at Nathan and then looks back at you softening.
“I’m here. I’m in this, whatever this is, however much time you need, I’m here and I’m not giving up.” You know he means it because of the tone he says it in, firm and rough, letting you know that he’s going to fight for you.
He moves towards you and kisses your cheek, wavering when he pulls away to smile at you.
“Noah.” He glares, walking away down the hallway.
He turns quickly, which grabs your attention, “sunsets,” he calls back, walking away. Your heart wants to follow him, but your brain tells you to stay.
“That’s definitely not my name,” Nathan states as you both stare after Grayson.
“Yeah.” You say breathlessly.
“What was that?” He asks
“I don’t know.” You say, smiling and moving into the room.
You know what that was. That was Grayson declaring himself to you, that was him telling you all the things you have ever wanted to hear. Telling you that he wasn’t giving you up, that whatever this was between you and Nathan was going to end and that he was going to be waiting when it did.
@lauren_aber: First time with hot twins and a set of handcuffs - Thanks @dolantwins !! To see the video, head to their YouTube channel 🎥 EDIT: This caption is a joke, meant to be taken lightly and in no way insinuates misconduct with Grayson or Ethan. (Thank you to their fans who have sent messages and comments) #abersculpt
I love my dogs❤️
Also gray got some paint on his hair 😂
Finally caught this bitch!!