dolan twins imagines ✰

our secret - [g]

word count: 1225

~ summary: you kiss grayson at a house party and a realization ruins any chance of you two being together ~

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The house was a mess. There were drunk teenagers littered across the yard and cigarette smoke was being blown at you from every direction.

You and your friends avoided the intoxicated people and made your way inside. You didn't want to be here but your friends insisted. Well, Lily did, Ingrid was as freaked out as you were.

The walls were graffitied and there was toilet paper hanging off the chandelier. This wasn't a my-parents-are-gone-for-the-weekend party. This was in an abandoned building.

You figured Lily and Ingrid noticed too but Ingrid was the only one that looked bothered. Lily was cleared used to this type of stuff. She was the queen of parties.

You and Ingrid decided to go upstairs to try and escape the madness while Lily blended in with the hundreds of dancing bodies.

"I knew we should've have let her drag us here. She attends some sketch parties," you stated, which Ingrid nodded in agreement.

You grabbed a room's doorknob and and took a deep breath.

"We'll go in here and hang out until Lily's too drunk to function. Then we'll have an excuse to go home and take her with us. Everything will be fine," you said.

"But what if someone's in there, like, you know, doing it?" Ingrid asked.

You shrugged and pressed your ear up against the door but the background noises were too distracting.

"We'll teach them not to hook up during a party," you said bluntly.

You turned the doorknob and flung open the door, faced with a group of people sitting on the floor, chatting.

"Sorry," you apologized.

"It's all good. While you're here, might as well play with us," one guy said.

He had brown floppy hair and gorgeous tan skin. He was really cute so, I mean, you kinda had to join.

You looked behind you to see that Ingrid had run off, probably to find Lily. You shrugged and walked inside the room, taking a seat across from the cute guy.

"I'm Grayson," he said.

"I'm Y/N."

He smirked and you blushed a little. He really fucking cute.

"We're playing Truth or Dare, you in?" Grayson asked.

You nodded. You were just glad they weren't playing 7 Minutes in Heaven or Spin the Bottle. That would be awkward because you'd probably end up being too chicken to kiss anyone and walk out.

You were asked to pick truth or dare a few times and did truth each time just to be safe. The questions weren't that bad, which was unexpected for a party like that.

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Towards the end of the night, Grayson asked you one more time.

It was time for you to step out of your comfort zone so you did the opposite of what you'd been doing the whole game.

"Dare," you said.

He smirked and ran his fingers through his hair. He hoped you would finally say that damn word.

"I dare you to make out with me in that closet," he said, pointing to a white door with chipping paint, practically screaming 'I'm haunted, come inside if you want to die'.