grayson's pov :
we watch ethan as he runs up the stairs, holding onto his mug tightly to make sure the coffee doesn't spill.
"after... he kissed nova. he made it ten times harder gray. you should know that." perla sighs
i nod, understanding and she smiles, setting her head onto my shoulder.
"you guys are such assholes. didn't call me at all." she chuckles
i laugh and dip my finger into the hot coffee, sprinkling some onto her.
"see! perfect example fuckface!"
my eyes widen and i grab my mug, running up the stairs to get away from her.
"get ready! we're going shopping for the wedding!" she laughs
i groan loudly and she chuckles at my reaction, sticking her tongue out at me.
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"when are we gonna meet the unlucky guy anyway?" i ask
perla turns around from her seat, giving me a glare and ethan starts chuckling loudly from the drivers seat.
"what? i'm just asking. what's his name again?"
"hayes, you dipshit." ethan answers
"see? ethan is the better friend." perla mumbles
i gasp and reach to hit her arm, pouting and slumping back into my seat.
"i'm kidding grayson." she laughs
"any chance of-"
perla gives me a glare in the mirror and i quickly shut my mouth, slapping my forehead.
i turn to look at ethan and his jaw clenches and he clears his throat, trying to calm himself down.
"how did you meet hayes?" ethan asks, trying to change the subject
perla continues to talk to ethan but in between the conversation, in the corner of my eye, i watch as she flips me off and mouths 'dumbass' in the mirror. i flip her off too and she chuckles, turning back around and putting all her attention back on ethan.
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ethan's pov (flashback) :
"take the picture nova!" grayson yells
"nova. i love you but, you need to fucking hurry up. there's sketchy ass people around this block." perla whispers
i watch as nova tucks a piece of her fallen hair behind her hair and her eyebrows furrow, confused as to why the pictures weren't coming out the way she wanted them to. i chuckle as she stomps her foot on the pavement of the sidewalk and her head snaps my way, hearing my small laugh.
i raise my eyebrows and wink teasingly. a deep, red blush spreads across her face and she clears her throat, focusing her attention back on the phone.
"ok, ok. i got it-"
grayson runs towards her and grabs his phone, grabbing her arm and running in the opposite direction of us. he turns around for a quick second and points behind us.
perla and i turn around to see two homeless men coming up to us. their eyes were bloodshot red and they kept sniffling, wiping their noses with their thin jacket.
my eyes widen and i grab perla's arm, running away and following nova and grayson.
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grayson's pov (present) :
"e. why you staring at that wall?" i ask, wrapping my arm around his shoulder
"uhm... nothing. let's go!" he says, plastering on a fake smile
i chuckle and pull my phone out of my back pocket, pulling up the photo that nova took of perla, ethan, and i.
"stop hiding shit from me. i'm your twin. now c'mon before perla kills us."
he stares at my phone until i grab onto his arm and tug on his sweatshirt, pulling him towards the shop around the corner of the block.
