The Twin Games: A Dolan Twin Fanfic

Chapter 21: Coachella Bound!

The next day I sat on my patio and cried. I was still freaking out because of yesterday.

They used me. Sniffle. For several months straight. He even told me that he loved me. We even almost exchanged promise rings! I just couldn't really tell which twin I fell in love with.

Man... Cam was right. I should've listened to him.

My heart was so broken. I couldn't believe I was actually played by twins for as long as I had.

I questioned everything. How I let myself catch feelings for them. How I let them waste my time for so long. How I let them be the inspiration for my album?!

Something that I couldn't change. I just had to learn to live with it. Knowing that my album was dedicated to a heart breaker.

"I'm such an idiot!" I cried, angrily. I curled up in a ball and just sat there. I ignored the engine of the car that pulled up in the front of my house. I didn't even care to go see who it was.

I just sat there and sobbed.

Ethan's POV:

I decided to go make things right with Tatiana. I hated cleaning up Grayson's messes. But I had to. I couldn't live with myself knowing that Tatiana Slayer hates me.

I knew that she saw me and Grayson fighting at the after party. She looked extremely shocked and confused. At that point, I knew our cover was officially blown.

I rang the doorbell. No answer. Rang it again. Still no answer. I tried waiting for a few minutes. Nothing. I knocked. "Anyone home? Hello?"

Suddenly, I heard a noise from the backyard. Like sniffling. Is that... sobbing? I headed for the back of the house and found Tatiana sitting there curled up in a ball, crying her eyes out.

She glanced up, then gave me a dirty look and covered her face again. "Go away!" She snapped. "I don't want to see your face!"

"Hold on, just let me introduce myself properly. Hi, my name is Ethan. And my twin brother's name is Grayson."

"Look, I know I'm probably the last person you want to see right now. But I just want to let you know that I care more about you than you think."

"You played with me!" Tatiana shouted, stomping her feet down on the ground.

Her eyes were red and worn out. Her hair was messy and she looked exhausted, with bags under her eyes. She looked like she had been crying in bed all night.