"Grayson!" You yell, hoping he will be the twin who shows up at your door, "I need my jeans from the dryer now! We need to go or we are going to be late!" You yell, and as you do so you hear laughter erupt from down stairs. They sound so much alike when they talk, or laugh, that you find it hard to tell them apart sometimes.
"Coming right up, babe," you hear one of them say, and assume it's Grayson.
One of the twins comes to your door, and since Ethan usually left you alone, you assume, again, it's Grayson. You go up and pull him in to your bedroom, shutting the door behind him and wrapping your hands around his waist. You pull up one of your hands and rest it on his shoulder, feeling his bicep as he moves his arm.
"Wrong one," you hear him whisper under his breath, both of you knowing there's someone outside the door.
"Shit!" You whisper, and just as you say it Grayson comes in through the door, you and Ethan still in your precious position. Ethan moves as fast as possible towards your bed and just sits down, looking at the ceiling.
"What's going on?" Grayson asks, chuckling. He doesn't know, and you sigh with relief.
"Nothing, just need to ask Ethan something," you say, and Grayson raises his eyebrows.
"What kind of something?" Gray asks, obviously skeptical about his twin brother sitting on your bed.
"For our birthday, dumb ass," Ethan says, backing you up, "she wanted to know what to get you for next week, it's our birthday Tuesday."
"Wait, really?" Grayson says, and continues, "holy shit our birthdays on Dolan Twin Tuesday this year!"
Ethan slowly realizes the same thing, and looks up at Grayson excitedly. "No way!" He says, and you laugh at both of them.
"You two are hilarious," you say, and they both come up beside you and kiss you on the cheek. You feel your face warm up wen turn red, and you smile at both of them.
"I love you guys," you say.
"I love you too, babe," Grayson says.
"I don't know if it would be appropriate for me to love you, but I love you as a best friend," Ethan says, and everyone laughs.
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Magcon Imagines and Preferences
Hayran KurguThat last description was so dramatic I became nauseated just reading it