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You'd gone over to your boyfriend Ethans house early this morning because he had asked you to come by and help him clean up their house. You agreed since it would mean being able to spend time with him, and Gray was a lot of fun to hang out with as well. Upon arriving Ethan had told you he was going to take a shower and then come and help you start cleaning. You agreed and went into the living room to wait for him.
Thirty minutes after you started waiting you decided to raid Ethans closet and find something more comfortable to clean in. On your way down the hall to his room, you could hear him faintly whispering behind the bathroom door. Now, you were never the nosey type, but after hearing him say your name, you grew curious and quietly pressed your ear to the door. "So she thinks I'm in the shower right now, but I'm actually going to make a fake hickey on my neck and see how she reacts. I've never pranked her before so I'm excited to see what happens...I'm a little nervous too." He whispers to what you are assuming is a camera. Pulling away from the door you start to create a plan and run off to find Grayson.
Grayson was in his room, doing whatever on his computer when you walked in, closing the door behind you. He turned in his chair to see who came in and started to stand up. "Are we cleaning now?" He asks, walking toward his laundry basket. "Not yet. I need your help." You say, grinning from ear to ear. He nodded, waiting for you to explain. "So I was going to change into something comfortable of Ethans and I overheard him in the bathroom saying he was going to prank me with a fake hickey. Now my question for you is, should I get him back by making a hickey on myself also, or acting like I'm devastated and just leave?" You ask, jumping up and down slightly in excitement. He tapped his chin for a moment and thought to himself. "I think you should make a fake hickey, he wouldn't expect that." He finally says.
Not being sure when Ethans "shower" would be over, you and Grayson went into his bathroom to start your masterpiece. Lucky for you Grayson had the eye shadow palette James had given him, meaning you wouldn't have to run to the drug store for cheap eye shadow. You propped yourself onto the counter while Grayson dabbed your skin lightly with the powder, doing his best to make it look real. You would have done it, but you wanted it somewhere, where Ethan would know you couldn't make it yourself.
"Y/N, babe where are you?" You hear Ethan yell from a few rooms away. You quickly shoved Grayson back into his room and shut the door. "Gray have you seen y/n?" You hear Ethan ask from outside the door. "Yeah, you were taking too long in the shower and she had to pee, so she asked to use my restroom," Grayson says, covering for you. A few seconds later you hear light knocks on the door. "I'll be out in a minute." You announce, closing the palette back and combing your hair down, covering it completely until you were ready.
You'd been cleaning for around 30 minutes and had a glance or two at Ethans neck already. The mark was obvious, but you pretended to be too busy to notice. While you kept busy doing their endless amounts of laundry, Ethan did the dishes and Grayson worked on the backyard.
You noticed Ethans eyes on you every once in a while, probably trying to see if you'd noticed, but you carried on separating clothing in the small space. Once you had the first load in, you walked over to the fridge to retrieve a bottle of water. "Can you help me start this?" Ethan asks, staring at the buttons on the dishwasher. You nodded and went over, squatting down in front of it. You could feel his stare on you and put your plan into action. While starting the machine you brushed your hair behind your ear, giving him a clear view of Graysons finger painting, a little below your earlobe.
Seconds later you were pulled to your feet by Ethan, who then slightly forced you to tilt your neck while he examined it. "What the hell is this?" He asks, staring at it instead of touching it. "What the hell is what?" You ask, moving your head away and giving him a puzzled look. His beautiful hazel eyes were now deep brown and his lips were pursed as if he were holding himself back from yelling. "The fucking hickey on your neck." He growls, moving your hair once again to look at it. "Ethan, it's probably from you." You assure, pushing his hand away and making your way toward the living room. He was hot on your trail and spun you around in seconds. "I know damn well I have never left a hickey on anyone, especially you. Now tell me the truth." He demands, staring darkly into your eyes. It terrified you some, but you knew you had to keep pushing the prank. That's when an idea sparked in your mind.
Flickering your eyes toward his neck you saw the mark and looked back up at him. "Well, after I saw that monstrosity on your neck, I was hurt and we knew just how to get you back." You say, crossing your arms over your chest. He raised his brows and shook his head "We?" he asks, and you nod with a smirk. "Who's we? The only people you've been around all day are me and-" He starts and then storms off into the backyard. You could have sworn he had red hot steam coming out of his ears as he quickly walked through the back door that was wide open.
You followed quickly as he approached Grayson and jerked the pool net from his hands and threw it aggressively across the yard. "I cannot fucking believe you," Ethan growls, somehow towering over his slightly younger brother. The look on Graysons face was laced in pure terror and for the first time that you'd known him, he looked small and weak. "I told you I was going to pull this fucking prank on her and you go and do that shit to me?" He yells. Grayson stayed silent, trying to figure out what was going on. It was completely quiet for a few minutes before Ethan busted out laughing.
Grayson straightened back up to his normal height, still petrified and looked towards you for an answer as to why Ethans attitude has changed so quickly. "You guys were so scared." He manages to get out between laughs. You both continued to stare at him in confusion until he caught his breath and spoke clearly. "I saw your shadow under the bathroom door when I was recording my intro, so I followed you back to Grays room and heard your plan. You're good baby, but I'm better." Ethan explains and rubs the "hickey" off with his thumb.
You sighed in defeat and hugged him tightly. "I was so scared." You mumble into his shoulder and he swayed you back and forth. "Not as scared as Gray. I think he might have shit himself." Ethan chuckles, looking towards his brother who had carried on watering the plants. Grayson just rolled his eyes and promised to get him back and you knew you'd be a part of it as well. But this time, Ethan wouldn't be around for the planning, that was for sure.
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