oneshots → grethan

crybaby

3rd person.

everyday ethan got picked on for sucking his thumb, crying when someone slightly raised their voice at him, and coming to school with bruises covering his once tanned skin, which is now relatively pale.

and everyday grayson would watch with the rest of his school mates, frowning as he heard them laugh when they shoved him.

"hey.. uh, ethan? ethan dolan?" graysons voice was soft, but it didn't fail to make ethan flinch before he turned to face the taller boy,"oh" is all he said, well, whispered.

"i like your shoes" the younger boy tried desperately to spark conversation, but ethan wanted nothing to do with human interaction. he hated people. every single one of them. even himself.

"thanks" he didn't try to sound interested in the boy in front of him. he only stayed because he was just too scared to walk away.

grayson simply nodded, his eyes wandering down to ethans arms which were covered in a purple and blue bruises.

ethan of course noticed the boy staring at the marks his mother left him and became self conscious. he wanted to run away from grayson.

"so what are you doing after scho-"

"ethan! buddy!" the shorter boy froze, his eyes grew wide and his cheeks began to tint a soft pink.

"why don't we walk to the park" grayson whispered, pushing ethan in front of him, leading the two of them to a small park by their highschool away from the group of boys that tried to catch their attention.

grayson couldn't let ethan be harassed one more time. he couldn't.

"what are you doing?" ethan frowned as they walked over to the swings. he slowly plopped his thumb into his mouth. his left thumb.

"i know that they hurt you... and i didn't want them to do that again"

the older boy with bags under his eyes and a lazy posture nodded slowly, sitting on the empty swing next to grayson.

"why does your parents-"

"mom" ethan corrected. he knew where this conversation was going. he knew he'd have to tell grayson. he could lie, but what's the point?

"oh, well, why does she h-hurt you" grayson stumbled on his words, too scared to find out why this boy's mother would hurt her precious son.

"i don't know" he mumbled, playing with his slightly soggy thumb that was once in his mouth. he really didn't know.

he was about to cry. he always cried and he hated that about himself, so much.

but he still cried. the warm tears fell onto his rosy cheeks as he stared at his worn out converse.

grayson stayed silent. he didn't know what to say. he just wanted to comfort the older boy.

"would you maybe want to spend the night at my house?"

and for a moment ethans eyes lit up, but he quickly remembered this could be a joke, a set up.

"that's probably not a good idea" ethan smiled weakly over at grayson, standing up off the swing.

grayson smiled sadly, looking down at ground, "okay"

and he let him go. he let him go back to his abusive mother who told him he was worth nothing, that he wasn't beautiful enough to be loved by anyone.

"see you around, grayson. oh! and thank you"

"of course. tell me if you need anything"

"i will"

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"eth-" grayson froze. he couldn't ignore the huge smile on the older boys face as he walked down the hallway with a pretty girl.

she was way prettier than grayson. no wonder ethan liked her.

even though he wished that was him, he couldn't help but smile at the fact someone made the broken boy happy.

something grayson could never do.

then he heard it.

the soft cries and mumbles that sounded way too familiar. they were ethans.

"fuck.. ethan!" grayson shouted, jogging over to the pale boy by the vending machines who now had his left thumb back in his mouth.

"i- i knew i couldn't be l-loved" ethan choked out, sucking harder on his thumb. it was a bad habit.

"oh god no, ethan. come here" grayson picked up the crying boy and carried him outside as he dug his face into his chest.

"you're beautiful. people do and will love you, ethan"

i actually don't know what this is... i didn't even finish it but o well!!