In The End (Dolan Twin Fanfic)

13 Anger

Grayson's POV
I still haven't gotten the nerve to talk to Ethan yet. I just can't believe he'd do something like that. I almost felt betrayed. Not even almost, I did feel that way. We've, for the most part, always agreed on everything for years and all of a sudden he acts out like this. Great, now I sound like dad. I wanted to yell in frustration, but I channeled my energy to my math. Even in gym, we didn't talk. We just did our own thing and talked to different people. Once we got home, I realized that we needed to probably film.

"Ethan," He looked up at me, "We need to film."

He nodded his head and went and got the camera. He set it up on the tri-pod and sat next to me.

"So what the hell are we going to do?" I said trying to break this awkward tension between him and I.

"No idea. We have to put something out for them but..." we aren't even fine. I wanted to finish it for him. We both knew what we were thinking.

After an hour of lame debate, we decided we would just upload bloopers from our old videos.

"Who's turn is it to edit?" I said walking to the laptop.

"I dunno."

He always did that when it was me.

"I'll just do it, I have nothing better to do anyways," I sat down and started to work my magic of shitty editing.

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"Hey I'm going to go out for a little bit, are you going to be okay?" Ethan told me.

"Yeah I'll be fine, where are you going?I" asked turning around. My eyes felt bloodshot from staring at the damn screen all evening.

"I just forgot to give a friend something he needs tonight. I'll be back in an hour okay," he grabbed the car keys and left the apartment.

I felt tears well up in my eyes. Why are me and him so awkward right now? I thought this would blow over or somehow get better like it has in the past but it hasn't.

"Fuck this," I muttered to myself, wiping my eyes of tears. I turned my chair around, focusing on my editing.

20 minutes later, I finished. It only took me four hours. It was 8 now. I wasn't hungry so I just got on Instagram. I needed something cheery anyways. I went to some of my latest posts and started to like and reply back to my fans. They did always make me happy. But then again, there's always those hate comments you see. I started to read them, but I knew it would put me in a worse state so I just deleted them. Sometimes I did reply back to them.

YaboiJesse: You two tards are the most disgusting and disrespectful people I've seen on YouTube. How girls like you amazes me, ugly fuck heads.

Grayson Dolan: I'm sorry you have that opinion of us, but not everyone is going to like us. I appreciate your thoughts but somethings are best kept to themselves, right? And I think we both have the same thoughts, but a little bit different from each other. You can't see how girls like us, well I can't see how girls like you either with your nasty comments and wording. But I hope you have a nice day.

I'm in the mood to pick fights so it's not that big of a deal for me. Finally Ethan came home, though.

"Hey man," I said. I turned around.

Ethan didn't look right. He looked sullen. And he took forever to reply back to me.

"huh... Oh hey."

With curiosity filling me, I got up and walked closer to him.

"Whoa man, personal space," he laughed... Weirdly.

Then it hit me. The smell of weed. I don't care if people smoke weed, but I don't condone it. Especially if it's my brother and he was driving around. Also if it's illegal.

"Ethan, I think you need to go to bed."

"Nah man, I'm hungry. Do we have an mints?"

"I don't know," I turned around and went to my bedroom. What the hell.