Brooklyn

Prologue

 I was 17 when my life changed, and it changed for the better. Kaia was my first real girlfriend, she and I started dating a few months into senior year. We were were dating for six months and we decided to take it a step further. After that night everything was fine, in fact it was normal, but one day she didn't show up to school. I had called her and texted constantly that day, but she didn't pick up, nor respond to any of my texts. So I waited for the next day, but she didn't show up to school, nor answer any of my calls or texts. After school on that day I went to her house, but there were no cars in the driveway. I knocked but no one answered, so I turned around to get in my car and drive home, but that's when I saw the for sale sign.

I was heartbroken for a while until Ethan had enough of my shit and he finally told me to get the fuck over it, and it surprisingly worked. Graduation rolled around and Ethan and I made the decision to buy a house in Los Angeles because our Youtube career was taking off. Graduation day was our last day in New Jersey and my last day waiting for Kaia to magically show up. My hopes were up that day because it was graduation, but she never came. After E and I finished graduation we said our goodbyes and caught our flight to Los Angeles.

It took awhile but by the time mid July came around we had finished unpacking, decorating, and all the other usual things people do to set up their house. Not long after it dawned on Ethan and I that we needed to find some friends so we called up our thirsty friend James Charles, and from then on we became best friends. In September James' good friend Emma Chamberlain moved into a loft apartment in LA as well and he introduced us to her, and we quickly became best friend as well. From the moment that Ethan and Emma met I could tell that there was something between the two of them. We went out the four of us to go bowling and as soon as E and I got home I questioned him about it and I don't ever think I've seen him shoot down something that fast, meaning it was true. ;).

The months passed and the thought of Kaia faded away, but E and I went back to Jersey a lot to visit our family. We spent our 18th birthday in LA and celebrated with James and Emma even though our family was upset that we didn't come home. Soon enough it was Christmas and we ended up back in Jersey once again to visit the fam for the holidays, but time flies and we had to head back to our second home. We spent New Years with James and Emma and we had a big party just the four of us. The four of us had our 'party' at our house since we had the biggest space for a 'party'. I'll never forget the moment E and I threw Emma and James in the pool; it was funny, but when James came out he was pissed because his make up was ruined.

Fast forward a few days days and the four of us were in Vegas for two ish days because we just needed to get out of LA, and have a bit of fun. We filmed a video for each of our channels, technically four because our video could be turned into a reaction video. When we got back everything was normal, but one night came around that changed my life. Ethan and I were watching a movie in our living room until we heard a knock come from our front door. I got up to go open the door, but when I did there was no one there. As soon as the door was almost shut a small cry prevented me from doing so. I picked up the little baby on our doorstep and brought him inside, but I noticed that there was a piece of notebook paper taped on his blanket. Before I started to read it I called for Ethan and started to explain what happened. I opened the letter and it read:

Dear Grayson,

You must be extremely confused right now, and you should be. This is your son that you got me pregnant with in April. Do the math dumbass he's yours and I don't want anything to do with this kid. He doesn't have a name and you need to sign his birth certificate because I didn't, or else he going to be an orphan.

Go Fuck yourself

Kaia

So yeah that's how this all happened and this is my story on how I learned to raise my son, Brooklyn Bailey Dolan.