Tough Love | g.d |

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"Wow.."

He sat up, leaning up against the top of the bed, breathing heavy. I wrapped myself up in the sheets, cuddling up to him.

"Mmmm, shut up."

"That's not what you were telling me a few minutes ago." He said looking down at me with a smirk across his face.

"Babe, shut up."

His laugh suddenly filled the room. I could listen to his laugh all day.

It makes me happy. I can't help, but smile.

"Theres that beautiful smile."

"It's about damn time that the both of you shut up."

We both were interrupted by Ethan barging in the room. I buried my face in Grayson's side, with the blankets covered over myself.

"Shut up, man."

They both laughed as Gray wrapped his arm around my waist, placing his hand on my butt.

"Grayson don-"

He squeezed my butt, in the middle of my sentence making me squeal.

"I told you not to do that!" I whined.

"Oh common. Don't fuss about it, you weren't complaining about it just moments ago." He smirked again, before getting out of the bed.

Grayson and I have been doing better, in the last few weeks. We haven't done any fighting since the last one.

Ethan's keeping his feelings towards me under control. He says its hard at times. I wish he would loose his feelings for me, but I can't control how someone feels.

Honesty, I don't know what he sees in me. Hell, I'm not even sure what Gray sees in me but, if I asked him that he would tell me that I already know or a fight would occur and I really don't wanna fight with him.

Life has been great without fighting with him.

He hasn't fought with Ethan, and he must of listened to what Ethan said about him not letting Ethan do anything on his own because, he loosened the reigns up on him. He doesn't try to control him nor does he care what he does. Well, he cares but, he doesn't care what he does every second.

"Babe, I want pancakes." I whined, slowly limping out of the bedroom, to where he was. "Could you or E, make me some."

"Don't you know Ethan, at all?"

"Yeah, I think I do, why?" I chuckled.

"I bet, that if you walk down stairs there are gonna be pancakes already made in the fridge or on the counter."

"How much are we betting Mr. Dolan?"

"I'll bet your ass on it, that he already made some."

"Oh, common. You can't do that to me, I'm already in enough pain from last night. I'll just let you win without the bet."

All he did was smirk. He didn't say another word.

"Fine."

I said, slowly limping down the hallway then down the stairs and into the kitchen.

That little shit is always right. Well, I mean I should've known that Ethan was already gonna have pancakes already made because lets face it, Ethan is addicted to pancakes. Some people have an addiction to drugs but, for Ethan, his drugs are pancakes.

"That little shit..."

I fixed myself a plate, limping over to the table.

"So, was I right?" Grayson yelled from the upstairs bathroom. "I was right, wasn't I?"

"Grayson, shut up!"

His laugh filled the house.

"How are the pancakes?"

I looked up and I saw Ethan coming in the kitchen, who sat up on the counter.

"Surprising good. I'm pretty surprised that I'm not dead yet." I teased him, laughing.

"Hey, thats not funny!"

He says as I continue laughing.

"If you really wanna die after eating someones food, maybe you should try Grayson's."

"Are you really talking trash about me behind my back again, Ethan?"

"What? No."

Ethan looked at me, then we both started laughing.

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Ily.

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