Invasion • Grayson Dolan

25 - club

Ethan
"Hey guys!" Naomi sang walking into the house, followed by everyone else.

"Why are you guys back so early?" Grayson asked leaning against the counter, Rosé next to him.

"We just decided that we wanted to go to a club and wanted to change. We're good friends and we're taking you guys with us," Ryan explained.

Grayson nodded and walked up the stairs along with Rosé to get changed.

I wore a white button up shirt, leaving the top three buttons open and black pants with a Hermes belt. Grayson wore the same thing but with a Louis Vuitton belt.

All the boys wore a button up shirt with designer belts, we have nothing else to wear really.

"We're ready!" Alexandra left her room wearing a silver tight dress. Naomi wore the same but it was black.

"Rosé agreed," Grayson told me. "I did expect her to agree to the mission, I mean... she's Rosé," I shrugged.

"Does this make me look weird," Rosé stepped out of her room wearing an emerald green mid-thigh tight dress.

I looked at Grayson and his jaw was slightly dropped as he admired her.

"N-no you look good," Grayson gulped.

"Okay then let's go," she giggled.

We all left the house, blasting music in the car.

I look at Grayson in the front seat, he can't stop looking at Rosé. I smirk to myself hoping he starts catching feelings. Hopefully.

We reached the club and we all walked in the line to show our ID's so that we can enter. They're obviously fake, half of us are underage.

The smell of weed and alcohol fills my nose as I entered. Purple and blue lights everywhere.

The song was so loud, I can't even hear myself if I shouted something at Grayson just so that he can hear me.

We all separated and went somewhere different.

Noah, Naomi, Hunter, Connor, Ryan and John all went to the dance floor.

Carson and Alexandra went to get drinks then left to the dance floor along with the rest.

Rosé and Grayson were with me. "Three shots of tequila please," Grayson told the bar tender. We started chugging it all down having the time of our lives honestly.

"Hey," a man about our age with black hair and blue eyes stood beside Rosé, leaning on the counter.

"H-hi," she said nervously confused. "You seem bored, wanna go dance?" He asked. Grayson looked sharply at him.

"I mean, why not," she laughed taking the man's hand.

They walked to the dance floor and she started swaying her hips to the music along with the guy.

I looked at Grayson, his jaw and fists were clenched as he glared at the man dancing with Rosé.

"She doesn't even know the guy," Grayson mumbled but I was too close to him so I could still hear him over the loud and obnoxious music.

"Two more shots of vodka please," Grayson to the bar tender angrily.

"You jealous?" I smirked.

"N-no, just annoyed from the music that's all. I don't like it," he lied.

"Grayson I'm your twin brother, I know you more than anyone else," I said.

He looked at me as his face softened. "Okay fine whatever, I might just be a little jealous," he rubbed his eye taking another shot of the alcoholic drink in his hand.

"You like her?" I asked. He looked like he was thinking for a little.

"Maybe just a little," He shrugged.

"But!" Grayson said putting his index finger all up in my face.

"I know she doesn't feel the same way and will never," He laughed sadly. If only he knew...

I looked around and Rosé wasn't there anymore.

"Hey gray," I gulped.

"What," Grayson rolled his eyes leaning back in his chair.

"Where's Rosé?" I asked nervously.

We looked around and his eyes widened.

"I'm gonna beat the shit out of that guy."
Grayson said, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
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