who's gonna save you now, can you cheat from underground
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I wake up to Ethan's voice the next morning.
"C'mon, we made breakfast, get up" he says as he nudges me. I immediately jump away from him, pushing myself out of the blankets and falling to the ground.
"Woah, you okay?" he chuckles, pulling me up. I nod, my cheeks warm.
"Holy shit, are these Grayson's clothes?" he interrogates. I look down, my eyes wide.
"I think so" I answer. He stares at me.
"Not only did he take you to his house and let you sleep in his bed, but he let you wear his clothes too? Did you cast a spell on him or something?" he asks seriously. I open my mouth and try to come up with an answer.
"Ethan" Grayson speaks suddenly. We both turn to see him standing in the doorway. Ethan winces.
"I know you said not to wake her but-"
"Go finish breakfast" Grayson cuts him off. Ethan rolls his eyes.
"Can't believe she's in your clothes, I've never seen anyone but you wear your clothes" he mumbles as he walks out. Grayson looks at me.
"You can go back to sleep," he says quietly. I run my fingers through my hair.
"No-, uh, it's okay" I reply. He doesn't reply.
"I'll go change so you can have these back," I tell him quickly, spotting my dress on his dresser. He shakes his head.
"Keep them," he says simply. I nod slowly, shocked at his reply. Why would I keep them? They're his clothes.
"You hungover?" he continues. I shake my head.
"I don't really get hungover" I answer anxiously. I just get a little nauseous. He nods and turns to leave without another word.
I hesitate before following him out of the room and downstairs to the kitchen.
"There she is!" Kristina says happily. My face flushes. She pulls me to sit next to her on the counter.
"Coffee?" Ethan offers. I nod.
"Yes, please" I answer. Grayson leans against the counter and looks at his phone. Ethan pours a cup of coffee and hands it to me, offering me creamer but I decline.
"You hungry?" he questions. I shake my head.
"No, I'm okay, thank you though" I smile. I feel Grayson look up at me, but I don't look back.
"You anorexic or something?" he blurts rudely. My face drops.
"Grayson!" Everyone in the room scolds. I look down at the mug in my hands, not answering him.
