Imagines ➙ Dolan Twins

mistakes [g]

i had a dream about this last night lolll so here ya go

this book got 4k+ reads last night!!! i'm still at 90 followers though : (

i'll tell the two faced bitch story when i write a mad imagine, which might be next lol
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you stared down at the small stick that was resting on your bathroom counter. two lines were visible on it.

"that can't be right.." you mumbled to yourself, and checked the box instructions again.

two lines means positive.

and you couldn't be pregnant.

you were seventeen. your boyfriend, grayson, was almost eighteen.

you took another test, and another. all three of them sat before you, all showing the same things; two solid lines.

you sighed before wrapping up the tests in toilet paper, and throwing them out. then you stashed the test box under your sink. you washed your hands, and went downstairs.

grayson was downstairs, watching tv with his friends and twin brother, ethan. ethan is like a brother to you. he was always supportive, and you were grateful for that. grayson wasn't as supportive, but he was kind to you. he understood you.

"gray, can i talk to you for a minute?" you mumbled. you didn't want to tell him, but you knew you had to.

"what, y/n? i didn't hear you." grayson said, not taking his eyes off the tv.

"can i talk to you upstairs please?"

"oh, yeah sure." grayson got off the couch, and followed you upstairs. you could hear his friends whispering and making noises, but you ignored them.

you went into grayson's room, and sat down at the edge of his bed. he sat down beside you, putting a hand on your knee.

"what's up?" he asked.

you took a deep breathe. "i'm pregnant."

grayson was silent, and took his hand off your knee.

"you're what?"

"i'm pregnant, and you're the father." you replied, louder this time.

"you're pregnant?" grayson asked, now yelling. you nodded your head, scared to say anything else. grayson was scaring you, for the first time ever.

"y/n, we're seventeen. i can't be a...a father!"

"and you think this is easy for me? i'm their mother! i have to carry him or her, and be there for them. all you have to do is support me." you said, suddenly getting a burst of confidence.

grayson was silent for a moment.

"you should go." he finally said.

"really? you're telling me to leave?"

"yes, y/n. i don't ever want to see you again. don't call me, don't text me,
don't come over. pack up your stuff and go." grayson got off the bed, and left the room. you were still at the edge of the bed, but now your head was buried in your hands as they filled with tears.