Invasion • Grayson Dolan

24- Louvre

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"Lunch is ready!" Naomi screamed from down stairs making me get off the bed. I stuffed the note in my pocket and walked out the door.

"Ouch," I winced as I hit the door frame. "You okay?" Grayson asked bluntly coming out of Hunter's room, closing the door behind him.

My stomach dropped at the sight of him. He's so perfect.

"Take a picture sweetheart, it'll last longer," he chuckled. My face turned read with embarrassment after realizing I was staring at him.

"Come on babe," he took my hand. My stomach filled with butterflies. Babe. I could get used to that.

I sat down next to Grayson picking up my fork and digging into the spaghetti placed in front of me.

"We need to talk," Grayson whispered in my ear. Everyone else was invested into their own conversations.

"What about?" I asked. Before Grayson could speak, we have laughter fill the room.

"That's so Grayson!" Connor laughed with Alexandra.

"What?" Grayson laughed. "Aw, he's so clueless," Alexandra was crying from laughter at this point.

We just continued eating and I put my plate in the sink. "Who's washing the plates tonight? Dibs not it!" Ryan put his finger on his nose.

"Not it!" Ethan, Hunter, John and Carson said.

"Not it!" Naomi, Noah and Alexandra said.

"Not it! Ha! Grayson's cleaning the plates tonight," I laughed pointing at him. Everyone laughed along as Grayson groaned.

"You're washing them with me Rosé," he put his plate in the sink too.

"Or too-"

"You are Rosé, you can't argue with it," he huffed.

"No I'm not-"

"Just Shut up and agree with me," he rolled his eyes and I huffed and said, "okay fine."

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"We're all leaving! Have fun with the plates," Naomi took the car keys to my Jeep. "Why are all of you leaving, couldn't you wait for Rosé and I?" Grayson asked.

"No, we're too impatient," John opened the door and started calling everyone out.

The door closed and the house fell silent.

"So... what did you wanna talk about?" I asked as the room filled with tension.

"Oh right," he nervously laughed. The water ran out of the faucet as he washed a white plate.

"Well, when we were taking yesterday..." he trailed off.

My stomach dropped as my breath hitched.

"I totally forgot about the mission I wanted to start you know. I need to tell you the plan," he put the plate on a towel, water droplets falling off the edge of the white object.

"O-oh," sadness took over me. Wow, you really thought he was going to apologize and say that he has mutual feelings? Get your ass back to the circus Rosé.

"Yeah sure who are we doing this with?" I asked sitting on the counter.

"Would you help me and dry the goddamn plates," Grayson ignored my question and I chuckled.

"Yeah sorry," I got off the counter and took a dry towel.

"We're not really trading anything, we just wanna kill some people to show them not to mess with us, that's all," Grayson shrugged.

"Who are they?" I put a dry plate on the top shelf.

"The Louvre Mafia," Grayson said with disgust.

"Wow, you really seem to like them," I said making him laugh. Butterflies... again.

"Well then let's do it," I put another 4 plates on the shelf.

"Wait... you agree?" Grayson asked in confusion.

"Why not?"

"Because you know... this mission is very dangerous and you might lose some of your members you know," Grayson dried his hands after finally washing the last plate.

"No no, we're all one now. I'm considered part of your mafia, and so is everyone else Gray. Don't worry about us." I reassured him.

"And as we're all supposed to know..." I sighed.

"Mafia is family."