for the better. | grayson dolan ✔

seventeen.

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why did it have to be grayson?

"ash...your...." she hesitated, turning to me, raising her eyebrow. "your..er...friend ishere" and with that she walked into the kitchen.

i said nothing, i honestly wasn't happy that he had ruined my perfectly good saturday

"can i help you?" i said shortly, i didn't want to make this longer than it had to be.

"can you talk to Ethan becuase he's been upset the whole week" grayson said, stepping closer to me.

i glared at him and he smirked, "he's not even letting leeane come over"

i looked away, yelling at myself internally for letting my self get upset. i looked back up at him, "okay let me get my shoes" I deadpanned

he creased his eyebrow then dropped his hands to his side. annoyed that his words had no effect on me

*

as we approached their house, i saw ethan sitting by himself on a porch swing

i sighed before walking up to him, taking a seat beside him and swinging my feet back and forth

he looked at me in confusion, "what're you doing here?"

"swinging" i said as a matter of fact-ly, "can't you see?" I chuckled motioning at the swing

"i thought you were mad at me" he mumbled

i was quiet before I let out a long sigh, "listen i was just upset becuase when i came yesterday you seemed to be upset that i came and interrupted your "busy" schedule"

he looked at me in disbelief, "that's why you were mad?!"

i smiled at him sheepishly, "well yeah"

he laughed, "i mean you're always coming over at the wrong time it's a bit annoying sometimes but i didn't think you'd get mad"

i bit my lip to stop me from saying something I'd surely regret.

i had apologized and he in turn had ended up hurting my feelings even more

i stood up from the swing and began to walk away, ignoring all his calls after me

"good job E! you really cheered her up!" i heard grayson say sarcastically.

"she's over dramatic" ethan said as i heard their voices get fainter and fainter

*

i felt a single tear roll down my cheek, i stuffed my head into my pillow to muffle my cries.

the door creaked open, it was probably my mom and i felt the matress sink as she sat on the bed.

"ash?, you good?" i heard someone say, that was definetely not my mom.

i lifted my head up and through my tears i saw grayson sitting at the end of my bed.

i sat up and wiped the tears off my face, staring at him in confusion.

i really don't get this kid. he hates my guts one day and the next he's being somewhat nice.

"why're you here?" i blurted out, he stood up and fixed his shirt.

"well, ethan asked me to ask you if you were good" he said awkwardly and left my room.

Hey Y'all sorry for the short chapter! I couldn't think today :(

edit: this is so cringe I kinda wanna cry