Invasion • Grayson Dolan

11 - yellow shirt

"Wake up!" Grayson pours a huge cup of water on my face. "Dolan! Why?" I groan covering my head with a pillow.

"My hair is all wet now." I whine lamely. "So? You can go take a shower." He said as if it was nothing.

"I straightened it Gray." My body began to gain consciousness. "Well, does it look like I care?" He pointed at his serious face.

I tilted my head to the side, raising my eyebrow. "Apparently not."

"Well good, now get up." He walked out of the room.

Doing my morning routine, I struggled to think of an outfit to wear. I've worn everything more than four-hundred times.

I walk to Grayson's side in the walk in closet and started to look for something to wear.

I found an oversized yellow shirt and decided to wear it with my black shorts, wasn't feeling like trying today.

I put his shirt on, his cologne filled my nose, it smelled heavenly.

I walked out of the room and made my way down the stairs.

"Good morning." I said bluntly as everyone watched me making my way to the fridge.

I took the container of pancake batter and then closed the fridge.

I looked at everyone who was surrounding me, their jaws almost touching the floor.

"R-Rosé? Is that you?" Ryan walked towards me.

"No I'm her cat," I looked at him, raising my eyebrow.

"B-But you aren't wearing black?" His eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

"So? Why not try making a change." I shrugged happily as I put the batter on the heated pan.

"Hey guys, did you see-" Grayson came into the kitchen. "Rosé?" He walked towards me like Ryan did. He put his hand on my forehead to check my temperature.

"Ay!" I slapped his hand away playfully. "I'm fine guys. Just because I'm wearing yellow doesn't mean I'm sick or anything." I flipped the pancake.

"Is that my shirt?" Grayson cheekily smirked. I nodded my head and took a plate from off the shelf.

"What?!" Connor said shocked. "Why would you wear his shirt?" He looked confused and hurt at the same time. He's always acting like my older brother, it's annoying sometimes.

I shrugged and said, "all my clothes were boring so I decided to wear some of Gray's."

"Whatever," Connor rolled his eyes and started scrolling through his phone again.

Everyone went back to what they were doing and Grayson wrapped his arms around my waist and said, "why is he acting like that?"

"He always has been," I took a bite of my pancake, and damn was it good.

"Okay everyone!" Grayson let go of me as Ethan got everyone's attention, including myself.