It's November 4th and Ethan and I's relationship has been falling apart. Grayson and I haven't done anything, but we're still good friends. Ethan and I just have some... issues we need to fix. Ethan doesn't want to admit we have problems but he knows we do.
I came over to their place and I've been here for two hours, just us three hanging out. Ethan left the room and Grayson walks over to me. He sits down beside me and smiles.
"Hungry?" He randomly asks me.
"Not gonna lie, I'm actually glad you asked me because I really am hungry." We laugh and I smile. He gets up and starts to make me a sandwich. I smile and he turns around and smiles. He starts to dance and puts a cookie from the cabinet in his mouth. He turns around and chews. He quickly says 'I love cookies' and I laugh.
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Ethan walks in and we stop laughing. Grayson turns around and keeps making me a sandwich and I just look down while twiddling with my thumbs. Ethan looks at the both of us and I look back down.
"You didn't need to stop laughing just because I walked in here. You know that, right?"
"Yeah, we know but we-"
"What? Didn't want me to be uncomfortable? Well, it makes me uncomfortable when you just stop. It seems like you have something to hide. So the both of you, act like my brother and act like my girlfriend." He walks out the door and slams it.
"Okay, now I am officially done with his little bullshit ass being so petty. I'm gonna go beat his ass, be right back." Grayson drops what he's doing and starts heading to the door. I get up and as he opens the door, I run to the door and slam it.
"What the fuck are you doing? Let me go beat my dumbass brother's ass!" He yells.
"Grayson, no. This is stupid for you to beat him up for. In general, you shouldn't be doing that. Leave it be."
"Why should I, Alyssa? Tell me and I won't go." I stay quiet.
"That's what I thought." He scoffs and puts his hand on the door knob. He twists it and I grab his other hand.
He looks at me and his eyes change from anger to relaxed. He slowly removes his hand and drops it to his side.
I let go of his hand and I start walking back to the couch until I feel him grab my hand and I turn.
"What are you doing?" I ask him.
"You don't even know what I'm thinking right now." He looks me up and down and scoffs.
"Then tell me. Tell me what you know that I don't." I say.
He starts to slowly push me against the wall and puts his mouth beside my ear.
