A Day With The Dolans

Chapter 5

I woke up around 9:00. I already heard clattering in the kitchen. I went to go see what it was and heard the fire alarm go off. The kitchen was full of smoke. 

"Ethan! You burned it!" I heard Grayson yell. 

I cleared away some of the smoke with my hand and saw a poor, innocent Ethan standing at the sink, pouring water over something black. I think that was supposed to be breakfast...

The Dolans noticed I was standing there. "Do you guys need any help?" I asked. 

Ethan started, "No, we don't need--"

"Yes. We need help." Grayson glared at his twin. 

I set to work making some scrambled eggs, settling for the baggy t-shirt that I was still wearing to serve as an apron. I used up a lot of eggs, but it came out to be enough to keep us satisfied. 

They thanked me for breakfast. I thanked them for letting me stay and told them that I had to leave soon. 

"Can't you stay to make dinner?" Ethan and Grayson asked. 

I laughed and told them that I had to go at noon. I went to look for my extra clothes, which were on the arm of the couch, just where I left them the night before. I couldn't even find my bag though. I asked the twins if they've seen it. 

"Yeah," said Ethan. "I saw it this morning and I threw it in the wash." 

Great. I guess I'll be staying until the afternoon...

I saw Grayson dip his hand in a bag of flour. What is he--? Oh...  I looked at Ethan so I didn't give Grayson's plan away. From the corner of my eye, I saw him sneak up behind Ethan. I gazed down then looked back up just ion time to see Gray smack Ethan in the face with a handful of flour. You don't know how hard I laughed.

"Grayson!" Ethan yelled after coughing up flour.

"What?" Grayson asked while laughing. "Payback!" Then he started to run. Ethan grabbed the flour and chased him. Today is gonna be a looong day...

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After I gave Ethan wet naps* to wipe his face and after cleaning the trail of flour he left behind, we took a break on our phones.

*Wet napkins

I texted my little sister, telling her that I'd be home soon. I didn't text my mom because I didn't know if she was still angry. Of course, the 12 year old asked where I was. I told her that I was at a friend's house.

I wasn't lying. The Dolans were my new friends, weren't they?

I looked around, noticing that Ethan wasn't there. Oh well.

It was almost noon. I hoped my bag was in the dryer or was already out.

"Gray," I said. "Where's Ethan?"

He continued to stare at his phone. I threw a cushion at him. His head snapped up. "What?" he asked. I repeated my question. "Oh. He went to the laundry room," Grayson told me. His eyes immediately went back to his phone.

Men...

I didn't know where the laundry room was, but I went looking anyway. Then I heard Ethan say "OW!" What the hell? Wasn't he just doing laundry?

I followed the sound of his painful cry and came to a room with a washer and dryer. Ethan kicked the dryer.

"What happened?" I asked him.

He tuned to face me. "Nothing. I was being a dumbass and I shut my hand in the dryer. It hurt like hell, but I'm fine now."

Thank God. "Oh, okay." I started to turn around, but he called me back.

"Um, Shay?" I turned. "Here's your bag," he said.

"Thanks." I grabbed it and tried to take it, but Ethan held firm. I pulled again. He started to smile. He was messing with me.

I smiled back and he took it as a challenge. His grip on my bag tightened. It was a gar of tug-o'-war now.

"Ethan, give me my bag!" I said with a giggle.

He just yanked the bag harder. I flew into him. I froze and looked at his face. His eyes...they drew me in...

No...

I immediately stepped back and pushed my glasses into place. We both stopped laughing at the awkwardness of the moment. Ethan walked closer to me and held out my bag again.

I smiled and tried to snatch it, but failed as Ethan held it behind his head. I glared at him.

"Just kidding," he said. Ethan handed me my bag willingly this time.

"Thanks," I told him. We turned and walked out, practically bumping into the snoopy ass Grayson.

This was starting to get annoying...  

"You guys okay?" Grayson asked. "I heard...noises."

I'm confused. "Umm, I don't know what you're thinking, but I just came to get my laundry," I said. I pushed past Grayson and started to walk back the way I came.

The twins started talking in hushed whispers again. You know what? They can say what they want. I don't care anymore.