Deep Breath | G.Dolan

In The Closet

"Whose idea was this anyway?" I said standing at James' kitchen counter with a cup of some mixture Bryant concocted.

"I believe I get to take credit for this one," Ethan said smiling.

"I really don't want to do this. Can I quit now?" I asked looking at it again making a weird contorted face. We were playing a game we made up where we all chose dares out of a hat. It was stupid but we were bored. It was either this or playing with fire.

"Don't be a pussy about it," Bryant said and Mike gave him a weird look. Bryant rolled his eyes and rephrased. "Don't be a little bitch about it."

"Not sure that's better," Mike said sarcastically. Ethan had the camera out.

"If I get sick and die this is all on you. Good luck to your PR people trying to cover the headline. 1/2  of  The Dolan Twins KILL college student."

"Shut up and drink it," Ethan said. I lifted the cup to my lips. The smell was absolutely foul. It was like a dead rodent and cows blood mixed with a hint of cinnamon. So like you when you don't shower. The cinnamon being the spray you use to try and cover it up. I need to stop talking to myself.

I squeezed my face really tightly and could hear laughter. I put a little more than a taste in my mouth and spit it out all over the counter.

"OH GOD!" I said coughing and wiping my mouth. I turned to lean over the sink just incase I puked. "Oh fuck, dude. DID YOU PUT KETCHUP IN THERE? WHO DOES THAT?" I gargled about 7 times with water and then with orange juice.

"It was one of the only things in Ethan's refrigerator!" Bryant aid defending himself.

"I do go out a lot," Ethan said shrugging.

"Don't be so bitter," James said. "Grayson doesn't like a bitter girl." I shot him a death glare. He enjoys teasing me about it. Little does he know...you're a hoe?

"Running out of jokes, sis?" I asked.

"Never," he said back and smiled.

"You bitches can clean that up," I said pointing to the spit all over the counter. Ooh I think I see some of my lunch in there.

After Ethan lost a bet and cleaned it up we all sat in the living room while Bryant and Mike payed video games and I sat between Ethan and James.

"Why isn't Gray here?" James asked.

"He's with his escort," I said casually reading my magazine. I looked up and they were all looking at me. Bryant even paused the game. "What? ...oh sorry I meant his girlfriend," I said looking back down to my magazine.

"You got it bad, C," James said. I stared at him.

"Its just that..." Mike started saying, "I don't know never mind," he said turning back to his TV.

"No, what? YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT! YOU PEOPLE DO THAT ALL THE TIME. YOU START SOMETHING AND DON'T FINISH IT."

"You're very unnecessarily angry," Ethan said. "Is it that time?"

"No," I said turning the page.

"Okay good so you won't be that mean when I ask this," he said continuing. "Why do you hate Alex?"

"Because she's a dick," I said with a biting tone. "Listen, you guys aren't going to understand. I don't expect you to."

"How are we supposed to understand if you won't tell us anything?" James said getting serious.