Melrose • Dolan Twins

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I placed a hand on his shoulder and turned him around, only to find out it was not him.

Grayson's fake twin looked at us in disgust and cocked an eyebrow up.

"Sorry" we apologized in unison "We thought you were somebody else" Ethan explained.

He scoffed and kept on walking.

I rolled my eyes, sighed deeply and stopped walking. He stopped too and lifted my chin up lightly with his index finger, making me look up at him.

He cupped my face and placed his lips on top of mine, kissing me slowly but passionately.

"That was so embarrassing" I told him after the kiss.

"What? The kiss?" He raised his eyebrows.

I giggled and shook my head. "No, I meant to say mistaking that guy for Grayson"

"I know" He chuckled, but then his smiled vanished, as if an ugly thought just flashed through his mind.

"What's wrong?" I asked him, my eyebrows furrowed.

He shook his head and spread a smile across his lips again. "Nothing. We should probably be heading back to the hotel, it's getting dark and Jack is probably waiting for us too"

I nodded in agreement and began walking down the street, with my hand in his. We arrived to the hotel soon, where we saw Jack laying on the bed, shirtless as he groaned.

I giggled, closing the door behind me. "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm starving!" He yelled. Ethan and I giggled and Ethan threw the bag of food at him. "We got you food, mate" He said.

The bag hit the side of his head before landing on the bed. He rubbed his head, groaning and checked the bag. "You don't just throw things Ethan Dolan!"

"It's Mr Ethan to you" Ethan smirked.

I laughed at them and sat down on the bed, removing all the jewelry off my wrists.

Jack scrunched up his face and chuckled and began eating some rice and springrolls. We got him asian food.

Later that night, Ethan was knocked out on the bed. Both of the boys snoring loud. How could one possibly sleep with this? I thought.

So realizing I'd be unable to sleep any time soon that night, I decided to leave the room and go outside for a minute to take a few puffs as I stared at the dark night before me.

It was 1am and the road was illuminated by deem street lights, and there was barely anyone walking by. I thought and thought until I finished the cigarette.

I tossed it on the ground and stepped on it.

But before I could go inside, I felt a strong grip on my wrist, pulling me back while the other hand covered my mouth, making it difficult for me to scream.