My Two Best Friends|G.D|E.D

20|"they would never"

| Ethan |

I sighed, "I think this is becoming too much."

Grayson and I's eyes followed Beth as she stepped into her front door after we dropped her off.

I felt Grayson's eyes turn to me, "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying, that this is too much. We didn't do this with Seth," I said.

"Well, that's because Seth listened the first time. We're doing this for her. You can't quit on this, you're the one that got me in this!" Grayson whisper shouted.

I gulped and tilted my head back, "I know, I know Gray. We're not going to stop it, until he does. T-this is just getting crazy. I mean... Destroying his car? That's so illegal."

"Don't you dare make me look like I'm the bad guy that wants to continue this-"

"I'm not! I do want to do this! I'm just- Never mind, just forget it," I shouted.

Grayson's phone began to ring with the contact name titled 'Cameron'. He accepted the call and put him on speaker, "What's up, man?"

"Gray! E! Boys night, meet up at Nate's for a poker night," Cameron exclaimed.

I smiled, "For sure! Boys night plus Beth?-"

"Absolutely not! I said boys, emphasize on the boys. Beth's going to have to miss out on this one," Cameron denied.

Grayson rolled his eyes, "Ugh, fine. See you then."

| Beth |

"Knock knock!" The door sound made as I banged onto the Dolan's front door.

The door swung open and their sister, Cameron, greeted me. "Hey, Beth?"

"Are the boys here? I think I left my charger in Ethan's car," I asked.

"They actually went out tonight, I don't know where though," Cameron explained.

I sighed, "Damn, okay. Thanks anyways."

Before I walked away, Cameron suggested some thing.

"You can just come in and take one of their chargers, since they have yours," Cameron shrugged.

"Thank you so much, I'm at 13%," I thanked her as I stepped inside and made my way upstairs.

I got to the second floor and walked down the hall that holds Grayson and Ethan's rooms. I had two options. Either, Grayson or Ethan's charger. I eyed the both of their rooms wide opened, and sang eenie-meenie-minnie-moe inside my head. The last line landed upon Grayson's room.

"Sorry Gray," I muttered to myself as I helped myself into his room.

I walked inside and noticed his white I phone charger plugged into the side of the wall by his bed, but not connected to anything.

"Yesss," I whispered to myself.

I detached the charger from the outlet and smiled from accomplishment. I took a deep breath, smiling and realized just how gross Grayson's room truly is.