blisters ; jayson

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 ∴            06 Jun. 2017          ∴

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"You need to stop this childishness," Ethan said to Grayson. They were sitting on the stairs of their warehouse, because Grayson automatically flopped there after Ethan told him that he finally replied to Jack's dm's on Twitter.

"Look what he sent me, Gray," Ethan's expression was stern and his tone was strict.

9:48 pm - im so sorry you guys

9:50 pm - i know what i did was wrong, i know the way i thought was wrong, everything was clouded in my mind. im not like that anymore and ill never think that way again. it was wrong and gross and everything i did because of it was bad, i never talked to summer again after i left the apartment

9:52 pm - ethan please, i especially want grayson to know

9:54 pm - you are my childhood friends... you mean so much to me..

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Grayson's face became flushed, he stayed silent. He was slightly embarrassed for being petty, maybe it wasn't worth as much drama as he made.

Summer?

Was it really about her at all? 

 
 

    

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"What do you mean?"  Grayson croaked.

The question hung in the air, Jack gulped, looked down at the floor and shut his eyes. 

I mean that I've been in love with you for a year. I mean that I might be gay but I don't know if I am. I mean that I was so overcome with jealousy I fucked Summer because I hated her! 

Jack swallowed his thoughts and opened his eyes, turning his head to look up at Ethan who just stood there, looking tired. 

"What I'm about to say.. would make him hate me- It's disgusting, E," he chewed on his lip and Ethan looked down at him in his kneeling position, eyebags dark and heavy. 

"Spit it out or this will never be resolved," Ethan leaned against the door frame. 

"Ethan-" Jack tried, 

"Why can't you just say, can't you see you've hurt him enough?! Summer was everything to him and you just fucking did him so dirty and you randomly expect forgiveness like some fucking moron-" 

"I love  you," Jack breathed quickly, turning his head back to Grayson. He whispered it, so nobody would hear it and he hopes nobody heard him because.. 

"What?" Grayson said quietly, thinking that's not what he heard. 

Jack rubbed his own face until it was red and his voice broke to a thousand pieces when he said, "I love  you." 

I love  you, Grayson.

I love you and I fell for you, like a leaf falls to gravity.

∴          06 Jun. 2017      ∴ 

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"I'm kinda nervous," Grayson says out of nowhere. He's fiddling with his fingers and he's sitting on the blue mat in the warehouse, Ethan is jumping in the trampoline, doing back flips.

Ethan shakes his head when he lands, shooting him a glance that said everything he needed to know. He didn't need to be nervous, that was ridiculous.

Someone rang the doorbell and Grayson's heart jumped to his throat. And it stayed there, thumping loudly in his pharynx because he'd realized, as the day had come, that he never forgave Jack. He didn't forgive him, he didn't talk to him, he'd done it all through Ethan's convincing. Ethan is a peacemaker. 

They walked to the door, Grayson steps behind Ethan, feeling his hands sweat and he didn't feel ready at all when they saw Jack's face and Ethan opened the door too fast.

Jack smiled as soon as he glanced over both of them, his thick and frizzy blonde hair was snuck away under a white snapback, he was pale as ever. 

His lips were a dark shade of pink and shiny like he'd applied lip balm, and of course, those dimples, the dimples he joked about sitting in and living in them, they were adorable, beautiful almost.

"Hey, guys," his voice sounded deeper than Grayson remembers, he was taller now, he looked bigger and more muscular like he'd been going to the gym a lot. 

He hugged Ethan first, swinging to the right and giving each other a hard pat on the back while Grayson waited, feeling awkward. 

"Grayson," Jack said lowly when he came to hugging him. 

He hugged him, tightly, and Grayson's shirt was wrinkled against Jack's sweatshirt. Grayson tried to relax in his grip. Just when he thought he'd let go, Jack didn't and kept hugging.

Grayson's hands slightly flailed around awkwardly as he felt himself be crushed against Jack's chest and when Jack breathed a sigh on his neck, sighed like he was relieved and like a thousand tons were lifted off his shoulders, Grayson felt tears sting his eyes.

So he laughed his hearty and squeaky laugh to hide the fact that he felt tears filling his own eyes and said, "Let me go, idiot." His voice broke in the slightest note.

I won't ever,  Jack thought and shut his eyes with a smile. 

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authors note

HI GUYS IM BACK!! i really hope someone out there is reading my stories AND OMG IM FREAKING OUT ABOUT THE PICTURE ETHAN POSTED ON HIS TWITTER IT'S LITERALLY ALL I HOPED FORRR 

JAYSON!!!