A Day With The Dolans

Chapter 6

I took my morning shower and changed into the extra clothes-- baggy gray sweatpants, a black cami, and a gray beanie. It was comfy, yet stylish. Well, for me at least. I let my hair out of its usual ponytail. My curly black hair flowed down to meet the middle of my neck. You know, curly isn't even close to describing it. My hair is practically made out of thousand of tiny, shiny black springs.

I put my pajamas into my bag so that I could wash them when I get home. I walked into the living room. The Dolans were watching TV. I sat next to Grayson, all the way at the end of the couch...away from Ethan. Taking out my phone, I saw that it was around 12:30.

I pulled up my Instagram. 8 new followers, 25 new likes. I took a picture, my eyes looking to the side. My caption said "#bored. with my besties though." 

I felt eyes on me. My gaze shifted to the twins...who were indeed looking at me. I looked from one twin to the other. "What?" I asked curiously. 

They looked away and pulled out their phones. I shrugged off the confusion and went back to scrolling through my feed. Then, I got two new likes. 

I wondered who they could be from... I rolled my eyes and checked anyway. The twins like my most recent picture--the one I just took. How did they even find my profile? I got two new followers. I think you can already guess who they were. 

I turned to Ethan and Grayson. They were smiling at me with those perfect, dazzling smiles. Ethan's made me swoon. Soon, a Twitter notification told me that I got two new followers. 

"Why?" I asked.

They seemed confused now. "Why what?" they both said. WHY do they keep saying things at the same time??? 

I smiled at them. "Why are you following me on my social shit?" 

Ethan spoke up. "Well, we don't want to lose contact with you. You're our new friend."

My smile got wider. 

"Like the hair, by the way," Ethan complimented. 

I ran a hand through the kinky curls on my head that are exposed . "Thanks." I went back to my phone, but I was watching him from the corner of my eye. 

Ethan tapped Grayson on the shoulder then gestured to me. They switched spots on the couch. Ethan touched one of my tight, exposed curls. I looked at him again, heart racing. 

"Where did you get this done?" 

I hated that question and I hated answering it. "It's natural." 

Ethan dropped his hand back onto his lap. "It looks nice." 

Not the usual reaction I get when I answer that question. I normally get "You lyin'!" or "No way! I want your hair!" Trust me, I've gotten that second response many times and sometimes it's kinda creepy. 

I nodded my head in agreement and put down my phone. I sighed, finally bored. "So, what do you guys wanna do?" 

The Dolans looked at each other and smiled widely. "Challenge time!" 

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We went to the backyard. 

"So, what are we doing?" I asked. 

"Shay," said Grayson. "You've watched our videos, right?" 

I rolled my eyes. "Isn't that obvious?" 

"Do the words 'Dizzy Waiter' mean anything to you?" asked Ethan. 

Oh no...we were doing that challenge. Dizzy Waiter was funny to watch, probably not too fun to do. For those of you that don't know, there are two tables, a bat, and a tray with cups full of water. You spin around with the bat until you are dizzy and then lift the tray. The goal is to get the other table without falling or dropping the water. 

Luckily, they weren't recording this. It was just for fun.

They let me go first. To make it more challenging, they made me take off my glasses. 

I took a deep breath and stepped up to the bat. After spinning around twenty times, I lifted my head. The blurry world started to turn upside down. I hastily grabbed the tray, staggering toward the other table. "Just a little bit farther," I thought. Then, I fell. The tray landed on the table...but the water didn't. I'm a failure. I lay there in the grass, waiting for the world to stop spinning.

The brothers ran up to me, my back still on the ground. "Are you okay?" they asked at the same time.

I looked at them, realizing that my earlier assumption was wrong. "Yeah," I said, breathing heavily. "That's was...that was fun."

We all started to laugh. Ethan held out his hand. I took it and he helped me up. We stood face-to-face. I gulped and then pulled away. "Now," Ethan said, "it's my turn!"

Ethan had a better turn out than me. We ended up doing the same thing, but one cup of water was miraculously still standing.

"That's unfair!" I yelled while laughing. "How is that possible?"

Grayson helped his twin get up. "Just got lucky I guess," Ethan replied.

Grayson Dolan wasn't so lucky.

He spun himself silly. Then he took two steps to get the tray, and fell before he could grab it. Grayson failed the challenge before it even started.

Ethan and I stood there, staring down at Grayson and laughing. We didn't help him up until we were sure he got his balance back. If he fell again, we might've never stopped laughing.

We went back into the house after another half hour of Dizzy Waiter. My sweatpants were stained and my back, hair, and beanie were covered in grass. But I didn't care. For the first time in a long time, I actually had fun.