Dolan Twins Imagines // 1

Best Friend Part 2 // Grayson Dolan

part 2 baby. -KudosDolan

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I smiled against his skin,

"What?" I looked up at him through my eyelashes. He smiled back,

"Are your parents going to kill us because you snuck out and slept over?" He leaned back. I nodded,

"Probably. But, I don't care. I like cuddling with you. Even if this means that I can't for a whole month." I grinned, getting off of him. Ethan trotted downstairs,

"I hope you two didn't get anything on the couch. Mom would kill you." He smirked devilishly. It took me a second to figure out what he was trying to say,

"You nasty!" I tossed a pillow at him. He dodged it,

"Ew! I don't want your potentially cummy pillow." He grimaced. I gagged, secretly thinking about what would happen if Grayson and I had sex. I climbed off of him,

"MY PARENTS ARE GOING TO KILL ME!" I grabbed my phone, 40 missed calls from my mom slapping me in the face. I sighed, calling her back. She answered immediately,

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG YOUR FATHER AND I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU?!" She took an exaggerated breath. I cut her off,

"IsnuckouttoGrayson'shouseat3amandwewatchedamovieandcuddledandIreallyreallylikeditandthenIgottiredbecauseIwaslayingonhimandIfellasleepIamsososorrypleasedon'tbemad." My words ran together and I just about collapsed from my lack of oxygen. I could practically see the flabbergast on my mom's face,

"You went to Grayson's house?" She sounded calm. I sighed,

"Yes mother." Silence for a second.

"Did anything bad happen?" She sighed at the same time as me. I dropped my head,

"No mom." I licked my lips. Grayson watched my every move. I could envision my mom rubbing her temples,

"And Y/N, why did you have to sneak out?" She spoke a little faster. I took a breath, running my words together so only she could understand,

"Becauseitwas3amandIknewyouwouldn'tletmegosoItiptoedthroughthedoorandwentstraighttoGrayson'sbecauseIreallyreallylikehimandIwantyoutounderstandandnotbemadatme." I took another big breath and glanced at Grayson. My mom laughed,

"Sweetie, hasn't he been your best friend since kindergarten?" I knew the question was rhetorical,

"ButIlikehimmom." I bit my lip hard. My mom sighed heavily,

"Be home by 3 p.m today. I love you." And she hung up.

~12 p.m~

Grayson and I were eating a home made breakfast. He broke the awkward silence,

"Would this count as a date? Only if I, like, asked?" He took a sip of orange juice. I nodded,

"I mean, we did all the things I really enjoy doing with you. So, if you had asked me to go out with you and we did this, then yes, it would technically count as a date." I smiled and took a bite of my bacon. He smirked,

"Y/N, will you finish this date with me?"

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