dolan twin sad imagines

stay//g.d

(y/n pov)

You sighed as you stopped at the red light. You just wanted to get home and curl up in bed. You'd had a long day at work, meeting after meeting, phone call after phone call. You sighed as you started the car again, going above the speed limit.

You turned your music off as you groaned, being stopped at another red light. And it didn't help that you didn't exactly work close to home either. You turned the radio back on and sighed, as long as you weren't thinking of that promotion you were supposed to get, you'd be fine.

You started the once again and kept driving. Until you were forced to stop. You almost hit someone. A pedestrian. Your car came to a halt and you turned the ignition off. You sat back, as you looked at the person walking past your car. He held up a peace sign and kept walking. Or actually, stumbling,

"Hello?" You called out. You got out of your car. The street was empty and was lit by street lamps. You sighed as he turned slowly. "Hello? Are you okay?" You asked. He turned to face you. He held his stomach and smiled.

"I'm splendid," He said, voice slurred. He looked up at you and opened his mouth to talk again, but instead of words, vomit came out. You winced as he vomited on the street, holding onto your car for support. You sighed.

You walked over, around the puke, and rubbed your hands up and down his back. Going to your passenger seat, you grabbed a plastic bag from the dashboard and brought it to him. "Do you want a ride home?" You asked as he wiped at his mouth with his sleeve.

"I have been-" He held his stomach, and you reflexively backed away for a second. "Kicked out." He finished, swallowing once more. You looked over at him.

He was wasted. You couldn't tell if it was just alcohol or if he was high too, but this guy was wasted. He couldn't have been that much older than you. His beanie was on backwards, and his shirt was ripped at the arm. You winced at the thought of him being in a fight.

"Where were you going?" You asked him. He shut his eyes. "Hello?" You asked.

"He- heaven," He said. He was now hiccupping. You sighed. You figured you would just take him home with you. You pulled on his arm, leaving the puke where it was, and dragged him into your back seat. Opening the door and pushing him in, you handed him another plastic bag. As you fixed his beanie, you started mumbling. "Hell," He said. You decided to take his hat and looked down at him.

"What?" You asked softly. You combed his hair back and sighed at how soft his hair was.

"I'm going to hell," He said before falling into the seat. You sighed and looked at the beanie in your hands. You walked back to the driver's seat and started the car. "Take me to hell," You heard him say from the back. You sighed sadly and drove him to your place.

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"Okay," You pulled into the parking lot of your condo and looked back. He was sprawled over the seat, the bag clutched in his fist. He hadn't thrown up at least. He looked asleep.

You got out of the car and went back. You tapped on his shoulder and shook him slightly. He stirred in his sleep. He woke up and smiled at you. "Are we gonna smash?" He slurred. You rolled your eyes and pulled him out of the car. "Aweee..." He slurred at your response.

Throwing his arm around your shoulder, you locked the car and made your way to the entrance of the building. You dragged him in as he mumbled understandable things and you pushed him into an elevator.

"What's your name?" You asked him as he leaned against the elevator, as you pressed the floor number.

"Grayson," He slurred. You nodded and caught his arm before he fell over. "But you can call me-" You cut him off.

"I can call you Grayson," You said. He let out a laugh, and you smiled to yourself. "Okay Grayson, can you walk?" You asked. He nodded as the elevator came to a stop.

"Yes, ma'am," He said. You took his arm and pulled him gently out of the elevator. He stumbled as you walked him to your door. He leaned against the wall as you fumbled with your keys. You put the key in and looked over to see Grayson sliding down the wall.

"Shit," You muttered. You caught him by the arm and sighed when he wrapped his arms around your neck. "Okay, then." You said, opening the door.

"My brother would think you were hot," He slurred. You turned your head and rolled your eyes. You sat him on your couch and made himself comfortable. "He'd be jealous of me," He mumbled. You looked over.

"What's he look like?" You asked as you filled up a glass of water for him. You figured if you kept him talking, he wouldn't throw up.

"Like me," You looked over at him before handing him the glass. He took it, hands shaking. You took it back and sighed, not wanting him to drop it over himself. "But less better." He mumbled. You chuckled before and putting the glass to his lips.

He tipped his head back and drank the water and looked up at you. You raised your eyebrows at him and he closed his eyes and drank the water. You felt like you were feeding a baby milk out of a bottle as you pulled the glass away. "Do you still have to throw up?" You asked as you washed the glass. He looked up and shook his head.

"Are we having a sleepover?" He asked. You smiled and nodded. "I don't have my stuff." He pouted. You dried your hands and made your way over.

"It's okay, we'll improvise," You said. You pressed the back of your hand against his forehead as he closed his eyes. "Let's sleep?" You asked.

He looked up at you and blinked. You looked at him and smiled as his face fell. "No, why'd you bring me here?" He asked. You sighed and sat down next to him.

"You were about to walk into my car, and you threw up on the road," He looked down at his lap. "I wasn't going to leave you." You whispered. It seemed as he was coming to his senses. He looked up at you, tears in his eyes.

"You should've hit me," He muttered. Your eyes widened as you gasped. You shook your head as he started to cry. Not knowing what to do you wrapped your arms around him. "I want to die," He mumbled. You shook your head, running your hands through his hair.

"No, you don't," You whispered. He pulled away from you. "You're alive for a reason." You said.

"I don't even know your fucking name and I'm crying on your shoulder what the fuck?" He wiped at his face and stood up, but fell back down. "I'll go, sorry," He muttered, standing up again. You pulled on his arm.

"Y/N." You said. He looked over at you, confused. "Y/N. That's my name." You said. You sighed as he played with his fingers. "Stay." You whispered.

"Why?" He whispered.

"Because I want to help you," You said. He gave you a sad smile and shook his head. "Please, I- I want to help you." You put a hand on his shoulder. He looked down at it, then back at you. Even sitting, he was taller than you.

"You'll leave, you'll leave too, I'm not bringing you into my life so you can leave," He said. He started to cry again. You pulled him into you and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Then I won't leave."