Moving on - g.d

F i v e

"Hey guys! We're back!" Both boys chorused together before Grayson spoke up.
"In this week's video, we're doing girlfriend vs twin, because I'm delighted to inform you all that I have finally got a girlfriend, this is Cassidy." He smiled, wrapping an arm around me as Ethan nudged me gently, coaxing words to tumble from my lips.

"H-hi..." I stammered awkwardly to the camera, I felt slightly uncomfortable talking to a camera, it was hard to believe that instead, my words would be broadcasted to millions of adoring fans. I forced a smile and I turned my head to see Grayson smiling contended at me.

"Okay, so before we get started, you guys need to choose a buzzer sound. Ethan what's yours?" Grayson asked.
"TISH!" Ethan yelled, causing both Grayson and I to laugh naturally and I forgot what was happening until the attention was once again turned to me.
"Cass, what's yours?" Gray smiled, waiting for my buzzer noise. Pathetically, I clapped.

"Right, let's get started!" My boyfriend exclaimed, pulling out his phone to read a question. I hadn't known he'd prepared, I thought he'd improvise...

"Okay, question one, what's my favourite food."
I quickly clapped only a millisecond before Ethan shouted at the top of lungs. "TISH!"
"Sorry Eeteeweetee, but Cass beat you, what's your answer beautiful?" Gray grinned, pulling me closer to him.
"Pizza!" I answered in a "duh" tone.
"Correct!" I was told, causing me to stick my tongue out at Ethan playfully.
At that moment I forgot the camera was rolling and my competitive side began to come out to play.

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It was the last question, Ethan and I were tied, and whoever lost this would have to drink water that was filtered through Grayson's dirty sock. I could not lose!

"So this is a very difficult question since it's a tie breaker, whoever is closer will win, what's the circumference of my head?" He asked. "Cass you have the first guess!"

I stared at his head as though the answer would suddenly appear across his forehead, unfortunately, it didn't.
"Uh... 24.5 inched..." I stated uncertainly.
Ethan scoffed, "As if, his head is huge! 25 inches." He said confidently.

Grayson smiled sheepishly before speaking up again, "Well I measured it this morning then wrote it on this paper so you guys know I wouldn't cheat."
He unfolded the paper and held it up for the camera to see.
24.8 inches. Ethan was closer, I lost. I had to drink from Grayson's dirty sock.

We all trailed into the kitchen and Grayson pulled his sock off, wrapping the hole around the faucet. Ethan held a glass under the dock and the tap got turned on and brown water slowly began filling up the glass. I bit my lip, feeling my eyes stinging yet not letting any tears fall. I wasn't going to be a sore loser, I had to prove I was worthy to date Grayson.

Finally, the cup was full and Grayson handed me the glass while throwing me a sympathetic look, "I wanted you to win!" He said, as though that would help in anyway, I wish it had.
I slowly brought the glass to my lips, not inhaling as the cold material pressed against my lips.
Tipping my head back, I began to chug the liquid, knowing that I wouldn't taste it as much if I downed it quicker than if I took it in sips.

I slammed it down as soon as I finished and held my mouth under the faucet, allowing the clean, refreshing water to bless my tongue as the twins laughed at me fondly.
"Well guys, that's all for this video and we'll see you next Tuesday. Peace!"

Ethan then turned the camera off and a wave of nausea flooded over me. I quickly pulled away from the tap and raced to the toilet where I immediately keeled over, throwing up violently. There wasn't much content in there since my stomach was fairly empty, yet the retching pushed my stomach each time and allowed me to feel a small sense of satisfaction. Every time this happened, my stomach would be slowly shrinking, also I wouldn't be expected to eat since I was sick.

I wasn't alone for long and Grayson was by my side in seconds, holding my hair back gently while rubbing my back. It wasn't too long before the first round of vomit was over with and Grayson gently lifted me and carried me over to his bed. He handed me a mint that I didn't want, yet accepted. My mouth tasted gross and my breath probably stank. After swallowing, I discovered that I was a lot more tired than I thought.

I smiled slightly, curling up and closing my eyes, enjoying the feeling of Gray changing me into one of his t-shirts. I loved his t-shirts as they were oversized but I felt disappointment that it wasn't as big on me as it could be. I needed to be cute like those girls on Instagram or those girls you read about on Wattpad where their boyfriends are much larger so the shirts are like dresses.

I was almost asleep until I felt a cold, wet item on my cheek. My eyes fluttered open, not being able to focus them on Grayson's smiling face.
"Don't worry princess, I'm just wiping your makeup off," He whispered, continuing to gently stroke my face with the wet wipe, dragging off layers of unnatural beauty with it. Why couldn't I always look like I did with makeup?
Why couldn't I change the way I looked?

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