Beyond a Brotherly Bond | Grethan

Chapter 10

Author's Note: Aaaaaaand we're back! After some suspenseful chapters, I felt as though you needed a break... SIKE LMAO. I have to keep you on your toes ;)

Enjoy the new chapter! <3
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*Grayson's POV*

I can't help but cry as I hold Ethan tightly in my arms. The possibility of him never waking up kept me restless all night.

He slowly looks up at me, "Grayson, w-what happened to me?"

My thoughts simultaneously halt.

The more I think about what happened last night, the less I understand it, but Ethan needs to know. He needs to realize that Meredith isn't the angel he's made her out to be.

I take a deep breath and begin to explain everything — the suspicious call with Meredith, her excuse for having his phone, driving to the party, talking to Madison, and finding him unconscious in a dark room upstairs. His eyes grow wider as I progress through the chronology of the night.

The more I explained, the more it started to sound like the story line of a Lifetime movie.

When I finish, Ethan studies my face, as if there's an additional part to the story that will help him make sense of everything.

"Oh! And there was a note..." I add.

"What note?" Ethan forces out.

I reach into my pocket, pulling out the crumbled note. I hand it to him, "I'm guessing Meredith wrote this note, not knowing when you'd wake up."

He grabs it, carefully smoothing it out before reading. A small smile spreads across his face and he looks up at me, "She took care of me. Dude, she's amazing!"

I furrow my eyebrows, "Wait... what?"

"Grayson, she took care of me. I don't really remember anything that happened after we left the living room, but she made sure I was safe and stopped me from looking stupid!"

"Ethan... you're forgetting about the part where you were unconscious! Did she give you alcohol?!"

"No! I told her I didn't drink alcohol and she told me she'd just make me a drink that tasted good. She said it was a combination of different juices," I struggle to fathom why he's defending her so strongly. This situation clearly runs deeper than it appears.

I sit up, now looking down at Ethan. "Then how does that explain why you got so 'tired' all of a sudden? And how come you somehow don't remember a majority of what happened last night?"

His face drops; my message is finally resonating with him.

"I think we need to go talk to Meredith," he says after a short while. That's the first logical thing he's said so far.

"That's a good idea," I push his hair out of his face.

"Let's have breakfast first; I'll make us something!" I exclaim, trying to get a small smile from him.

"Eggs and pancakes?" His eyes light up.

"Anything you want, bup," I lean down and kiss his forehead before pulling the sheets off of me and hopping out of his bed.

As I take out the ingredients from the pantry to start cooking, a rush of relief comes over me. I've only ever wanted the best for Ethan, and now he's going to see Meredith's true colors.

Once we confront her about what happened, she won't be able to make up an excuse as to why Ethan was unconscious. She's going to be forced into revealing her true intentions. And once all this Meredith crap is over, we can get back to doing what we do best: being idiots and making kick ass Youtube videos.