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I was sitting on the couch watching Netflix when there was a knock on the door. I paused my show and looked at the time. 2:00 am. "What the hell" I mumbled, standing and walking over to the door. I opened and saw Ethan. He had messy hair, a black shirt, ripped jeans, and black vans. He had dark sun glasses over his beautiful brown eyes. But something wasn't right. I sniffed the air, "Ethan grant Dolan. Have you been smoking marijuana" I threatened. "No" he giggled. He gripped my hips and pulled me close. He started burying his head in my neck and nibbling on my ear. "Ethan. Get off" i squirmed. "No baby, I wanna cuddle" he whined with a giggle, kissing my neck. I got out of his grasp and grabbed his wrist. I pulled him into my apartment and slammed the door. "Oh, you wanna go to the bed room" he smiled cheekily. "No. Your high" I said, crossing my arms. "Come on, princess" he whined coming closer and putting his hands on your hips. "Get off" i squirmed. He giggled again and grabbed me tighter. I shoved him off "what the hell is wrong with you, you were hurting me" i said through deep breaths. "I was just playing" he whined like a little kid who got scolded. He took of his glasses and rubbed his blood shot eyes. He stuck out his bottom lip and opened his arms. "Come on, babe. I love you" he pouted. "I'm not touching you" I growled. He smirked, "aw, you wanna play" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "W-what" I stammered, backing away. He smiled playfully but it sent shivers down my spine. He lunged towards and pinned me against the wall. He held my wrist above my head. I whimpered and turned my head trying to avoid him. He leaned towards and kissed my cheek and released my wrist. He smiled sleepily and stumbled over to the couch. "Hmm, I'm tired" he hummed, cuddling with a pillow. I sighed in relief and rubbed my sore, red wrist. I grabbed my phone and tip toed to my bed room as he softly snored. I went to contacts and hit "boo😜" (aka gray).
"Oh my gosh, y/n, have you seen Ethan"
"Yeah, he's at my apartment" I said, chewing my lip nervously
"Oh thank God. Is he okay?"
"Well he's not hurt, but, well, he smoked marijuana"
"WHAT" Gray yelled.
Knock. I opened the door nervously. Grayson threw his arms around me. "You okay bup" he mumbled, pulling away. "Yeah, Ethan's asleep. You can just sleep in mahogany bedroom, she's on vacation"
"Thank you. I dont know what Ethan would do with out you" he smiled sadly. He brushed Ethan's hair out of his face looked at me, "I'm gonna go off to bed. Thanks for calling me"
"Of course, night gray"
