Greaser ☾Ethan Dolan

Twenty Nine ☾

I squealed running back into the mansion as Grayson chased me as the 'tickle monster.' While at the ice cream shop Grayson ate the prized, most amazing, luxurious piece of cotton candy off of my ice cream.. and you know what he got, the silent treat meant.

He reached his stupid arm over the table, and grabbed my cotton candy with his stupid fingers, putting MY cotton candy in his stupid mouth.

For the rest of the time I had a pout on my face because he ate the one thing I looked forward to. He later went on to apologize over and over repeatedly, non stop making him sound like a broken record.

Sorry buddy you had your chance.. but you did the unforgivable.

Geez. I was so sad that I could probably watch an entire episode of sponge bob without smiling. Mhm you heard that right, it was that serious.

I continued with my silence to teach him a lesson. Cotton candy is a very serious matter that should not be messed with.

He continued the ride home looking up on his phone 'funniest jokes ever' and told them to me, trying to get the slightest reaction.

Oh please like I was gonna laugh at knock knock, who's there? Daisy. Daisy who? Daisy me rollin they hattin. What kind of human being would I be if I found that funny..

At one point he fake cried saying that he was going to die if he didn't see my smile. Oh please, he was just trying to butter me up like a roll.

Soon we got out of the car and I carefully walked on the ice, but soon jumped out of my skin from my waist being tickled. Grayson chased me all the way into the house tickling me to the point where I couldn't breathe.

For the sake of needing oxygen to continue living.. I decided I should probably forgive him.

"Fine. I forgive you." I said reluctantly as he proceeded to pick me up and spin me around making a smile grow on my face. He set me on my feet gently as if I would break at the slightest contact with the floor.

After a day of tears, cookies, boys, pouts, giggles, and naps, it finally dawned on me.. where are the monkeys? I haven't seen Nick and Max all day and I'm starting to worry. We are in a mafia mansion full of allies, soon to be allies, and ex-allies, of the Italian mafia.. I have every right to be worried.

"Hey Gray?" I asked immediately getting his attention since he was still feeling a bit guilty. "Yes best friend and greatest person ever?" He asked while his voice got higher with each word. I giggled and went on to crack the case of the missing monkeys.

Haha that reminds me. Ten little monkeys jumping on the bed, one fell off and bumped his head, his mama called the doctor and the doctor said, no more monkeys jumping on the bed! Nine little mon-

"Livy?" Grayson's voice snapped me out of my solo, and I shook my head mentally apologizing to the audience that was listening to my performance.

"H-have you seen my brothers?" I asked him waiting for him to tell me that they were jumping on the bed. He moved his lips to the side and furrowed his eyebrows looking deep in thought.

"Tsk tsk tsk." He said while looking off into space then suddenly snapped his gaze to me. "Ah. There downstairs with Xavier and Benny." He said as if he had just solved the mystery of the century.

I smiled knowing they were safe- kind of, and nodded letting him proceed what ever it was he was doing before.

I yawned and grabbed my phone seeing that it was only 6:42pm, but I'm really tired. Lately I've been taking a bunch of naps but I guess I just like to sleep.