❝because i'm eighteen, and i still live with my parents.❞
the minute grayson got home from school, he immediately heard his parents complain about how he hadn't done his chores the night before.
"grayson why aren't the dishes done!?" his mother screeched.
"grayson why didn't you clean your room!?" his father yelled.
"grayson!"
oh my fucking god... grayson groaned to himself, walking into the living room his parents stood side by side. they both had their arms crossed, the only difference being that his mother was tapping her foot.
"i hope you know i'm very disappointed. first you start smoking weed, now you refuse to listen to us!" his mother huffed, his voice growing out of frustration.
"you know i think that it's because of those kids he hangs out with. david? and liza? yeah that's it," his father pitched in, pointing his index finger at the eighteen year old.
"what do they have to do with any of this?!" grayson screeched.
"do not raise your voice at me young man! just- go to your room!" his mother growled, turning on her heel. his father shook his head, following behind the shorter woman.
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8TEEN ♡grethan♡
Hayran Kurgu❝because i'm eighteen, and i still live with my parents.❞ ♡lowercase intended♡ side pairings = ♡liza koshy×david dobrik♡
