TRAIN ME-GRETHAN-

DINNER

Grayson Bailey
Saturday Night
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Ethan💖- come over for dinner? I have someone for you to meet.

I grabbed my phone off the counter as I read the text with a smile, it was perfect timing since I had just gotten out of the shower. Despite the tiring, stressful day I had I typed back quickly.

Recipient- who? send me the address and I'll be on my way soon.

Ethan💖- my bro, Dylan.

Ethan sent an attachment of his address, I clicked on it and saw it was almost a twenty minute drive. Thankfully it was only seven PM so I had time to get ready and myself together.

Recipient- be there in 40 ❤️
Read 7:23 PM

I quickly got into my room, shuffling through my closet to find my most presentable clothes. I slipped on my black and white striped pants and a plain black fitted tee. Once I got dressed I decided on my Gucci belt and some simple black converse, I sprayed on my Chanel cologne and quickly texted Ethan that I was on my way.

The drive to his house was a lot shorter than I expected, the nerves in my stomach tore me up. I don't know why I'm so nervous to meet his brother, maybe it's because I didn't even know he had a brother. Would he be nice? Mean? Judgmental? Homophobic even?

        Questions piled up as I pulled into his driveway, next to the infamous Jeep Ethan owned. The house was pretty ordinary which I liked, it made him seem humble and we all know Ethan Dolan is the last person to be humble.

          I raised my fist at the front door, my stomach twisted as I knocked three times, waiting in anticipation. The door swung open, Ethan standing in front of me with a smile on his face. "I'm glad you could make it" He tells me sweetly, pulling me in by my hand and placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

          My heart warmed at this, he could honestly be so sweet when he wanted to. "Yuck" a boy makes a grossed out face which Ethan laughs at, the boy had brown hair and brown eyes, a similar facial structure to Ethan but his body was rather scrawny and boney.

          "Grayson, this is my brother, Dylan." Ethan introduces us with a smile. "Hi, it's nice to meet you" I tell him nicely, placing out my hand for him to shake. Next thing I know Dylan pulls me in for an extremely tight hug, my ribs felt like they were going to crack as he enveloped me.

          Dylan pulls off with a smile, grabbing my shoulders and examining my face as if he were looking for flaws. His eyes swiped over my body, taking in what I was wearing, or maybe even my shape. "I like your fit" he compliments making me smile, "thank you" I say in a surprised tone.

        "But the belt makes you look like a douchebag who only cares about money" he says in a distasteful tone making my brows raise, taken aback by his sudden rudeness. "Dylan! I'm so sorry he's-" Ethan scolds but gets cut off, "autistic." Dylan finishes for him with a small smile.

       "He pretty much says whatever comes to his mind" Ethan tells me, pulling me back from Dylan's personal bubble. "It's okay" I tell them understandingly. "Dylan can you set the table?" Ethan asks nicely, he scurries off and does as told.

        "Is it just you two?" I ask as Ethan leads me into the living room, sitting down on the leather couch. "Yeah. He's all I have and I'm all he has" Ethan tells me, he didn't sound sad though, he sounded pretty happy about it.

         "So what's for dinner?" I try changing the subject to make myself feel a little less awkward. "I just made some chicken, angel hair noodles with my own little special sauce, peas and carrots" he answers, "Wait so you actually made it? Honestly I thought you were just gonna order food and take credit" I joke, both us of laughing.