Actions•Dolan Twins•

••Twenty Five••

Mavis's POV

"remember to pack the chargers, you forgot last time" i reminded grayson as i put one of his hoodies on.

"yes, yes" he let out a slightly annoyed sigh.

he was just exhausted, he knew we were going to catch an early flight to jersey for thanksgiving. so why he stayed up late watching survival videos is beyond me.

"you'll get to sleep on the plane, cranky butt" i kissed his cheek before going out to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee.

in a couple hours we'll be back in jersey to celebrate one of my favorite holidays surrounded by all the people i love.

well, not all of them.

i haven't heard from jeff in awhile and i'm worried about him but he won't open up to me.

maybe i should try calling him again?

it's six a.m. he's probably not awake.

i'll just send him a text.

me
hey

hopefully he'll answer.

raya's POV

i let ethan in before walking back to my room to get my duffle. he had come to pick me up so we could go back to his apartment to get mavis and grayson and then head to the airport.

i dragged my bag lazily towards the small living room. it was way to early to be alive.

"hey raya" ethan said and i hummed in response. "who's are these?"

he pointed at the pair of men's briefs on the floor by the couch and i almost died.

"uh, must be kevs" i shrugged trying to keep myself calm.

he glanced up at me with a worried expression. "ray are you-"

"there they are!" kevin's voice startled the both of us.

he walked over to us picking up the underwear shoving it into his robe pocket. "ethan you're dating my best friend please refrain from touching my undies"

i could see the relief wash over ethan's face, i bet mine looked the same.

"raya do you want that leather jacket or not?" kevin asked me. i was confused for a second before realizing that kevin needed to talk.

"are you not going to tell that poor kid about jeff?" he said once we were alone, crossing his arms over his chest.

"i am, but not right now. things are going amazing i don't want this small thing to set him off" i almost whined.

"you know how him and grayson feel about him" he gave me a look before throwing jeff's underwear at me which i let fall to the ground not wanting to touch it.

no offense to him, though.

jeff's POV

10:36 a.m.

i knocked on rachelle's door with one hand using my other to hold my suitcase.

mom wants me home for thanksgiving this year and i plan on taking rosa with me.

rachelle can join if she'd like but rosa is coming with me.

a messy haired rachelle answered the door scowling at me. "what are you doing here?" she asked not acknowledging my suitcase. she had obviously just woken up.

"i'm here for rosa, i texted you last night that i was taking her to jersey for thanksgiving" i walked past her placing my suitcase on the ground.

"daddy!" rosa ran towards me, jumping into my arms. her hair was a wild mess that i tried to tame by smoothing it down.

"what? you think you can just take her?" she scoffed crossing her arms over her chest.

"you did the same thing why can't i?" i shrugged smiling down at my little flower.

"are we going somewhere?" she said looking at her mom.

"yes"

"no" rachelle and i said at the same time.

"rosa why don't you go play in the room while the grownups talk, hmm?" rachelle took rosa out of my hands placing her on the ground. she looked back at us with a confused face before disappearing into the small hall.

"she's not going, she's going to stay and spend it here with her real family" rachelle let out once rosa was gone.

"what do you mean her real family? i'm her dad rachelle." i kept my voice low, rosa doesn't like yelling.

i know what it's like to play in your room while your parents have screaming matches a couple feet away from you and it's not fun.

"and i'm her mom!" she said with a shrug.

"lower your voice rosa does not need to hear us fighting" i said glancing at the hall. "look you can come too, i just want to give rosa more family. she loves my mom and my sister and you know it"

"i don't want to go back to that sad one horse town. rosa is better off here" she said walking over to the kitchen area.

"how? you guys live in an apartment with an ex pornstar. rachelle her fucking boobs are on display right over there" i pointed at the big ass picture of trish that hung above the tv. the only thing covering her naked body was her long bleach blonde hair.

"so? that's trisha's life style don't judge her for doing what she's wants with her body" rachelle scoffed taking a carton of eggs out of the fridge.

"and that's completely fine, hell trisha can walk around this city naked for all i care i just don't want my child to be exposed to all of this at such a young age" whatever trisha chose to do with her life was none of my business but if it's affecting my daughter than i have a problem with it.

"what do you expect me to do then, huh?" she slammed the frying pan on the stove making a loud noise. "pull out a fat wad of cash from my asshole and buy a nice kid friendly apartment on the corner of kiss my ass avenue and fuck you street?"

"this is why we can never talk" i scoffed. "look i just want to take my-..our kid to see her grandma and her aunt. you can come too if you'd like but i just want to spend this holiday with all the women i love"

well, except one.

"how soon will we be back?" rachelle spoke up after a minute of silence.

"sunday" i shrugged.

"fine, but i'm going with and rosa and i are staying at olivia's house. your mother clearly doesn't like me and i'm not staying in a place where i'm not wanted" she said running a hand through her hair.

"okay" i nodded.