Duke Imagines ?? (Really just Grayson Allen and Luke Kennard)

ADITL 35 (be ready to hate me)

As we wait in line for Apollo's Cherriot, I gasp.

"You're taller than your dad!" I say to Mike.

"No he's not!" Grayson protests.

Mike smiles as he stands next to Gray, and yep, he's an inch on him.

"That's not fair!" Grayson groans.

"You're the one who put in that sperm, dad."

"Shut up."

I absolutely hate dips in roller coasters, so Grayson makes us three sit in the front row.

I hide my face in Grayson's shoulder, but he pushes my head off. "That's unsafe, darling."

"Good! I'll die and not have to deal with this any-" I start to scream as we go down hill, and Grayson laughs extremely hard.

"I'm dying! Stop the ride! Pretty please with a cherry on top!!" I keep screaming.

Grayson's a little irritated by the end of the ride.

"You shouldn't have dragged me on." I say.

"You shouldn't be such a bitch and actually have some fun."

"You know what? Grayson and Mike, you two go off. So I don't disturb the king, I'll go on my own. I hope someone takes me."

"They'd turn you right back in." Grayson mutters.

"Right, because I'm such a bitch." I turn on my heel and head to the small chain of food places.

I get a small cheese pizza and sit at a small green table underneath an umbrella.

My phone rings: a call from Mike. I pick up. "Yes?"

"Dad said you gotta come back..."

"Nope."

"Yeah, he's being really stupid right now... he's actually even... never mind."

I chew a bit of my crust. "He's actually even what?"

"...Talking with this pretty lady on a bench."

I sigh. "You've the most dumbass father. I'll bring you another day, get to the car. Don't get your dad, okay?"

"Yes ma'am."

I hang up then throw the remainder of my pizza away, my appetite has disappeared.

Grayson does this a lot when he gets mad and I walk off. Finds a girl to flirt with, and I'll somehow find out, usually via Mike, then just slap him. But this time, I'm just driving back to Detroit. He can catch the flight tomorrow. But, the ride will be 10 hours, worth not having to deal with Grayson, though.

Once Mike is in, I start driving.

"I'm sorry dad is so bad to you..."

I sigh. "He used to not even think about hurting me. Now he loves to."

"Are you guys gonna get divorced?"

Of course, my first instinct is to say no.

"Why would we, we are fine."

Mike scoffs. "You're not fine. Don't think the twins don't tell me about you sleeping with them because you feel like it. I know it's because dad gets mad at you, I can hear, since I'm in the room right next to you guys."

"Well, that's not every night."

"6 out of 7 days of the week. The twins love to brag, mom. And when the twins and Lilly are at their Kid Church stuff, I'm not listening to music upstairs, I'm listening to you guys fight. And dad is so dumb, starting every single argument. He always finds a way to get mad at you when the kids aren't around. When they're around, he's all lovey Dovey with you."