You Have To Support Friends Through Anything, Right?

Part Fifteen

It's been two weeks since my fight with Ethan. Since he told me he didn't want to talk to me. And we haven't talked to each other since.

Grayson and I talk a little time to time, but it's not the same. I don't blame him. Ethan is his brother. His twin brother. He has to be in Ethan's side, if there are sides to pick.

But I don't want it to be that way. I don't want Grayson to feel like he has to choose between us. Which is why I'm gonna ask him to come over later.

Y/n: Movie night?
Y/n: It's been too long since we've had one.
Y/n: And I know everything is complicated between Ethan and I right now, but that doesn't have to effect our friendship..

Grayson: I miss my best friend.
Grayson: I'll be over at 7.

Yes! He said yes! Today is Saturday, but I'm currently at target, buying toiletries that I need to buy again. It's five o'clock now, so I might as well grab snacks too.

As I was walking to the snack aisle, pushing the cart, I crossed paths with Ethan and Alissa. She was looking at something on her phone. Ethan saw me, and we locked eyes. Me being that socially awkward person, I quickly looked down and continued walking. But I still felt Ethan's eyes on me the whole time, until I turned into the aisle. Out of his sight.

I'm still upset over our fight, but I was just somewhat getting over it and moving on. That was until I ran into Ethan at Target. Out of all people. Seriously?

I grabbed some snacks that Grayson likes and what I like. I payed for all my items and left. By the time I got home from driving, it was nearly six thirty.

I grabbed the bags and walked to the front door. But slowed down when I saw the door was slightly opened. I took a deep breath to try to calm down, knowing no one was home.

*PHONE CALL*

Grayson: Hey Y/n.

Y/n: Gray? Are you in my house?

Grayson: No? I'm in my room.

Y/n: Were you in my house? And left the door open?

Grayson: No? Y/n what's going on?

Y/n: My door is open. I swear I locked it when I left.

Grayson: Oh.

Y/n: Can you come over? Please? And check?

Grayson: Of course. I'll be over right away.

Y/n: Thanks Gray.

Grayson: No problem.

Thirty seconds later, Grayson was at my door, with a baseball bat.

"A baseball bat? Really?" I said with a small nervous laugh.

"Well what am I supposed to use? My fist?" Grayson said. "Just stay outside until I tell you, ok?"

"Yes."

Grayson slowly pushed the door open with his foot, which made me laugh. He walked in, and a minute later I head him yell. "Jesus Y/n." Grayson showed up inside the house, but looking at me through the threshold. "You had me scared for nothing."

I was confused. He put the bat down, and told me to come in with his hand. I brought my bags in, and put them on the floor.

"In the kitchen." Grayson said with a goofy smile.

I walked in, not knowing what to expect. Then I saw him there, leaning up against the counter drinking from a water bottle I had in the fridge.

"Dad!"