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Request: (Y/N) is an exchange student studying politics, and has come to LA as part of the program. She’s looking around for a cute restaurant to eat at, but is having some technical difficulties. She runs into the Dolan twins, with whom she is familiar with but not a dedicated fan, and decides to ask them for help. She can’t help but notice how her and Grayson seem to hit it off, and maybe he’s noticed too.
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A/N: hello gorgeous babies, I am spoiling yall today with a second fic ! requested by the super sweet @aquasunflow !
Warnings: none, just some sweet (Y/N) & Grayson interactions :)
The sun shone brightly in the stark, blue sky. There wasn’t a cloud in sight, and the sounds of waves crashing and people talking were all around you. The heat was intense, and surprisingly, the air was so different here than from home.
You were in Los Angeles, doing an exchange program while you studied politics. It was such a great opportunity for you to get out and learn about foreign politics while actually being in a foreign country. Plus, America had such bold, intense politics; maybe that’s what made the air so different here. Who knows.
You took in all the sights around you, your eyes hungry for the scenery. You’d only seen this place in pictures. It seemed so glorious in all of its photographs, and you were eager to capture that glory and bring it home with you. You realized, with a low grumble coming from your stomach, that your eyes weren’t the only hungry things. You looked around you, the boardwalk you were on absolutely cluttered with people, vendors, and restaurants.
You decided you would pull up your Yelp app, to see where you could go. You had no idea what was good, who could be trusted, and you definitely didn’t want to get ripped off by anyone. You were adjusting to the idea of tipping, and had to get used to being ready to tip on top of your meal price. Sure, you wanted to respect the customs, but it was so strange to you. Why pay someone for doing their job? Whatever, you thought. America was weird.
You scrolled through the Yelp app for a moment before it crashed suddenly. You let out a frustrated breath, opening the app once again. It loaded for a while, buffered, looked like it was almost ready, aaand — crashed again. You sighed louder this time, rolling your eyes. The feelings of annoyance and stress seeped into your chest as you looked around you, your eyebrows knitted in slight worry.
You didn’t like feeling like you didn’t know what you were doing; it was already so much to be alone in such an unfamiliar place. You looked around, all the unfamiliar places, sounds, smells, and faces getting to you. You walked over to an empty bench, sitting down and taking a deep breath as you considered what you should do next.
Although the thought was certainly unnerving, you figured it would be best to ask a local. You heard so many things about Americans and their feelings about immigrants, no matter where they came from. They wouldn’t care that you were here for education; they would hear your accent and make up their minds. Maybe it was a problem that you already made up your mind about Americans, but you didn’t have time to think about that. You were getting hungrier.
With a deep breath, you looked around to see who looked the friendliest. Him? No, too white. Her? No, she had too many kids. That couple? No, they were speaking a language you didn’t understand. You considered running over to them to give them a fist bump for being foreign like you, but then, you realized that was presumptuous of you. America didn’t even have an official language, they could be Americans.
Your eyes scanned the crowds still, your nerves eating at you. Your eyes passed over two brunets, hard to miss because of their towering statures. Then, you did a double take — you knew them. You thought for a brief moment about where you had seen them.
Then, the one with the dangly earring laughed, and it was so familiar. YouTube! They made videos, the twins, what were their names?
Ah yes, Ethan and Grayson Dolan. You watched a few videos of theirs, acquainted with their work but not immersed in it. You decided they would be the best guys for the job, as they knew the LA area well, and seemed friendly enough from their videos. Better to ask them than a complete stranger.
You stood and walked over to them, jogging a little to match their strides before they could walk away. “Excuse me,” you said politely, your accent present in your speech.
They turned to you and smiled, and you were taken aback by how gorgeous they were in person. “Hi,” they greeted you simultaneously.
“Hi,” you said back, your voice cheery. “You’re the Dolan twins, right?”
“Yeah, that’s us,” the taller twin answered, his smile bright. “I’m Grayson.”
“I’m Ethan,” the shorter twin answered, his smile matching his brothers.
“It’s so nice to meet you, my name is (Y/N),” you told them, their smiles so infectious you couldn’t help but return them.
“Would you like a picture, (Y/N)?” Grayson offered, already moving towards you to stand with you.
“No, actually, I came to ask for a different favor,” you told him, which surprised him a bit.
He tilted his head to you curiously. “What’s up?”
“I’m not from America, not sure if you could tell,” you giggled, jokingly referencing your accent. They chuckled and nodded, waiting for you to go on. “I’m pretty hungry, but I don’t know what’s good around here, and I also don’t want to get ripped off. I’m also a little lost on tipping,” you admitted, blushing lightly as you told them of your worries.
Ethan looked at Grayson, almost for permission, and Grayson gave a slight nod at him. He looked back at you as his smile spread across his face again. “You’re in luck, we’re heading over to get some brunch now,” he told you, clapping his hands together with enthusiasm.
Your heart leapt, both with gratitude and anxiety. “Oh, I couldn’t impose, I’d feel so intrusive,” you said, your hand falling over your heart at how kind they were to offer.
“No, please, we insist,” Ethan said, taking your hand gently to lead you in the direction they were heading before letting it fall beside you.
You fell in step with them, feeling the butterflies take flight in your stomach. “You guys really don’t have to do this,” you tried again, truly not wanting to be a bother.
“No, we don’t, but we want to! It’ll be our pleasure to show you the best of what LA has to offer,” Grayson told you, his voice laced with sincerity. Your heart did a little back flip at the way his eyes were so soft on you.
You sighed, “Okay, fine, I appreciate this beyond words. But I’m going to let you guys eat in peace when we get there.”
Grayson shook his head and let out a little laugh. “Sure, (Y/N),” he chuckled. You could hear in his voice that he was not convinced.
“So, where are you from?” Grayson asked, changing the subject.
You told him, and he politely asked about your hometown, despite him likely not knowing where it was. He was American, after all. But you told him anyway, and he even asked how different it was here.
“It’s pretty different,” you told him. “But some things are oddly familiar. I feel like it’s just the human nature in all of us. Even though you and I don’t come from the same place, we do come from the same earth, and bleed the same blood, and breathe the same air. I take some comfort in knowing that, because despite our differences, we’re still the same.”
He looked at you with something different in his eyes, and a new smile played on his features. His gaze had changed, as though the sun was hitting you differently now, and he was seeing you for the first time. You felt your cheeks warm under his gaze. “I like that,” he said simply, the corners of his mouth just slightly upturned.
“So, what are you here in LA for?” Ethan asked this time. You looked up at him as he addressed you, and you didn’t miss the look he gave his brother. It was this knowing look, like he was onto something.
You brushed it off, thinking maybe it was some weird twin thing. Instead, you answered his question, telling him about the program, and how you were studying politics. You described how it was so great to see the things you had studied first hand, and how it broadened your perspective so much to just be here.
“When did you know you wanted to study politics?” Grayson asked. You noticed that his arm brushed against yours softly, and the small touch caused little goosebumps rise across the skin there.
Man, this guy was having an affect on you. You’d only just met him. But he was so sweet, and seemed so invested in what you had to say that it made your heart warm. You had to check yourself mentally, telling yourself he was probably this invested in any fan he had a chance to talk to. He was just that nice of a guy.
You explained where your passion for politics came from; all the times older relatives told you what they thought was right and wrong in the world, and how you began to question that. How you’d argue with everyone about everything. How not knowing your stance on a policy, foreign or not, made you antsy. How you spent so many days and nights reading about great political leaders and their amazing impact on the world. And, most of all, how you wanted to be a part of that.
Again, he had this look. Impressed, you decided. He was impressed with you. You couldn’t help but feel your ego swell.
“We’re here,” Ethan informed you, nodding to the establishment to his left. You looked at it, taking in all the details.
It had a brick exterior, all painted black. In contrast, the trimming running along the roof was white, and the awnings that extended from it were a deep fuchsia. In white script, the restaurant’s name stood out against the black paint. There were beautiful windows, each with a set of decorative yellow curtains. There were flower boxes with flowers of different hues of blue, and all the colors seemed to blend and clash at the same time, making your eyes race back and forth from color to color.
“It’s beautiful,” you decided, smiling up at Grayson. You were surprised to find him already looking at you.
“Yeah,” he agreed, but you had a small feeling he wasn’t talking about the restaurant. You smiled up at him.
“Seriously, thank you so much for showing me this place,” you told them, ready to turn away and sit on your own. “You guys are the greatest.”
“Sure thing, (Y/N),” Grayson said, but there was this glint in his eyes that warned you that you could walk away, but he would absolutely be following you. You smiled in spite of yourself and hoped, deep in your heart, that they would follow you.
You walked inside, telling a waitress that you needed only a table for one. She gathered a menu and silverware for you, leading you to a seat by the a window, looking right out onto the ocean. You ordered a coffee, your gaze returning to the waves, immersed in the different places they crashed, and the colors they generated.
Your attention was diverted when you heard a chair scrape from next to you. You turned your head, not at all surprised to find Grayson sitting there with a playful grin on his face. “This seat taken?” he asked, looking around.
You laughed, putting your chin on your hand, supported by your elbow on the table. “Now it is,” you answered, your tone light. Flirty, even.
Grayson laughed back, a light, quick sound that made your heart swell. “Listen, I really am happy to have company, but wouldn’t you like to eat in peace?” you asked, still insecure that your presence was only bothersome to the twins.
“(Y/N),” Ethan sighed as he sat across from you, “we’re happy to have company, too.” He gave you a reassuring smile, his eyes warm enough to convince you. You smiled in return, taking a sip of your coffee as you tried to contain your happiness.
The waitress came to collect your orders, a bit confused as she found 3 of you instead of 1. “I can’t get rid of them,” you joked, feigning an exasperated look.
“Don’t know why you’d want to,” she joked back, winking flirtily at the two men. They chuckled politely, but you could see the way they lightly cringed.
When she walked away, you asked, “Are women in America always so direct?”
They laughed at your question, looking around to make sure she wouldn’t hear. You all immersed yourselves in a conversation about cultural differences between your culture and theirs. It was all so interesting, and even quite funny, for you to hear about. However, you found something else much more interesting than the conversation at hand.
Grayson’s eyes were constantly trained on you, listening to you with rapt attention, as if he were trying to memorize every detail about you. His eyes never left yours, and whenever your eyes would trail over to his, you would be promised his eye contact.
Grayson took a moment to excuse himself to the bathroom. As he walked away, Ethan turned to you with a eyebrow quirked.
“So,” he started. “Are you gonna see Gray again?”
You looked at him as your eyes widened. “What?”
“Come on,” he said, dramatically dragging out his vowels. Americans did that a lot, you noticed. “He totally likes you. He’s only ever this wrapped up in someone who he’s into. And I can tell you like him, too.”
You blushed heavily, playing with a strand of your hair. “Is it that obvious?”
Ethan tipped his head back with a laugh. “Yeah, (Y/N), you can barely keep your eyes off him. And he definitely can’t keep his eyes off you.”
You giggled softly at the prospect, playing with your fingers in your lap as excitement fluttered in your heart. Grayson was returning now, and the food was arriving. You accepted your meal, and the twins waited for you to taste the food before eating theirs.
You took a small bite, your eyes closing as the food landed on your tongue. You sighed, opening your eyes and giving the boys a dramatic show of how good the food was. They laughed, digging into their food as well.
The three of you carried conversation as the meal continued, and you found yourself feeling comfortable. They were so nice, and the way they kept you company and showed you to this great restaurant made you feel warm. You felt accepted, like you belonged. You barely felt like you were away from home at all.
The meal was over, and the check was delivered. Grayson immediately went to pay it, and your eyes widened. “No, I can’t let you pay for my meal, too,” you said, trying to get him to stop.
“Hmm, yes, you can,” he laughed it off, his eyes twinkling at you again. You held his eye contact, meaning to tell him that no, you insist, but you just couldn’t. Not when he made you melt under his gaze like that.
You sighed defeatedly, feeling the guilt but also the gratitude in your chest. You realized your time with them was likely coming to an end, as you had to return to your apartment to study and get a few things done. You all gathered your belongings, making your way outside.
“Are you planning on doing anything else today?” Grayson asked as you walked away from the restaurant.
You gave him a little sigh, “Yes, I have to get back to my apartment to study, unfortunately.”
Grayson nodded, looking a bit disappointed. You smiled softly at him, and it was your turn for your eyes to twinkle at him. “Can I give you my number? You know, in case I need anymore help,” you asked, your smile now coy.
He smiled back, and you saw the way Ethan shook his head at the two of you from the corner of your eye. “Yeah, that’d be great,” he said, handing you his phone with the contacts list pulled up.
You typed your number in, double and triple checking that it was the right digits. You hugged them both, maybe lingering in Grayson’s embrace for a bit too long. You made your way back to your apartment, a smile never leaving your face.
You were wrapped up in a light blanket to combat the feeling of the air conditioner in your room, sitting with one leg bent sideways and the other extended before you on your bed. You had a book in your lap, a highlighter in your hand, and a pen tucked away between your lips.
It was getting pretty late, and you hadn’t moved from your spot since you’d returned home. As if on cue, your phone dinged, signaling a text had come through. You looked over at it, and a giddy smile formed itself on your face.
(Unknown Number): hey, any chance you’re hungry again?