DolanTwins/GrethanStories

Chapter 1:

Surprisingly,  it wasn't the obnoxious sound of Ethan's alarm clock that woke him up. It wasn't the sound of birds chirping, a shower running,the smell of eggs on the stove.

It was his twin brother.

"Ethan! Get up!"

A  heavy weight landed on top of him, pinning him down onto the blankets. 

"Ethan!"

Ethan opened his eyes, finding Grayson inches away from his face. He yawned; Grayson jerked back, wrinkling his nose.

"Dude, your breath. Get up and brush your teeth."

"Go away, Grayson. It's a Saturday, I planned to sleep until noon at least." 

Grayson grabbed his face and smushed it. Ethan flailed, managing to push his brother off the bed, landing hard. Grayson made a little "uh" sound and scrambled to his feet, flicking invisible pieces of dust off his shoulders and back and flinging himself back on top of his twin again, somehow managing to nail an elbow right in his crotch.

Ethan shrieked, curling up in a ball, facing away from Grayson as the latter began to look guilty.

"Dude, I'm sorry, but seriously, get up!"

It took a while for the pain to ebb. Ethan turned his head, cracking open an eye and glaring at Grayson, who seemed unrepentant. 

"5 minutes," Grayson warned, stepping forward to pull open his shades. "Then I'm coming back with a bucket of ice water."

"You fucking wouldn't!"

"I fucking would."

Groaning, Ethan swung his legs out of bed, sinking his feet deep into the white furry mass of carpet and standing up. Grayson wrestled him into a headlock, pulling Ethan's head down against his chest. 

"Go shower, be ready as quick as you can."

Ethan stumbled into the bathroom, wiping away a bit of drool in the corner of his mouth. He looked like shit. Wrenching the shower handle to blistering hot, he stood in the path of the water for 5 minutes before washing his hair and brushing his teeth. Hey, saves time.

He shut the water off, climbing out of the shower to the sound of voices below. They were laughing, talking, giggling. Grayson's, and...

A girl's?

He stole over to the bathroom door, pressing his ear against it.

Yep, a girls. No doubt about it. 

Ethan swore quietly under his breath, running a hand through his still sopping hair.

Fuck.

***

Ethan was in bed now, scrolling through twitter on his phone. Yesterday, Grayson had made his relationship official; the majority of the comments were sympathy for Ethan. Not much hate for Andrea yet. But that was because they didn't know.

Ethan knew.

He knew Andrea. She was a player, fuck-girl, one who stole hearts and crushed them without a backward glance. He had dated her.

Flashback:

Ethan was heading over to his girlfriend Carly's house, singing loudly along to Cub Sport, happiness blooming in his chest. It was a clear night, moon peeking over the tops of the trees that were spotted at various intervals in the neighborhood. 

He knocked on the door, heard a thump. Carly had given him a key about two weeks ago, so after about three minutes of waiting he let himself into her house. The entryway was deserted. Calling out for her, he heard a "just a minute, Ethan!" but jogged into her bedroom, smiling.

The smile dropped from his face as he looked around at Carly in the midst of pulling on a shirt over her torso. And next to her, hurriedly rooting for boxers under a lounge chair next to her bed...

"Carly, who is this?" Ethan demanded angrily. The girl was looking up at him, frozen, hair mussed and lips swollen. 

"Ethan-it's not what it looks like, I can explain—"

"Be quiet, babe," the man interjected, having located his boxers. He slid them on and stood up in front of Ethan, who was suddenly conscious of how much taller than him this man was. He towered over Ethan easily, looking supremely down his nose at him.

"This is your boyfriend?" He shot over his shoulder at Carly, who nodded. He appraised Ethan again, who was still standing there, shocked. "You didn't know she was cheating on you?" 

Ethan shook his head.

"Pathetic." He had shoved Ethan roughly out of the room. "Bye, asshole."

End Flashback

And she hadn't even blinked when she saw him.

And now Grayson.

He actually didn't think his brother was the susceptible type. She was like a...a witch of some sort, casting spells.

He extinguished his phone, stowed it up on his headboard and rolled to look out at the moon outside.