❝yeah they're not like yours
well yours are more understanding.❞
grayson walked beside ethan, his arm wrapped around the smaller boy's shoulders. ethan was mumbling about some band that he likes, and the eighteen year old knows that he should be listening but he just couldn't.
"grayson? are you okay?" ethan questioned softly, stopping in front of the taller boy and placed his hand onto grayson's shoulder. the eighteen year old boy blinked and stepped back a little, a small smile on his face when looking at ethan.
"i am now,"
~♡~
"ethan grant dolan why are you late? wait... ethan is this your new friend?" ethan's mother squealed, completely forgetting about the smaller boy being late and began speed walking and engulfed grayson into a hug. the eighteen year old chuckled, although his heart sobbed with want.
wanting his mother to be less strict, like ethan's.
"stay for dinner please!" grayson couldn't say no to ethan, with his bright eyes and smile he nodded.
♡☆♡
that was horrible anne i'm getting sick and my birthday is coming up (november 1st)
thoughts?
i really didn't know how to write this chapter so that it should match the lyrics let me know if it worked.
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8TEEN ♡grethan♡
Fanfiction❝because i'm eighteen, and i still live with my parents.❞ ♡lowercase intended♡ side pairings = ♡liza koshy×david dobrik♡
