Beautiful people // Ethan Dolan (2)

Batting Cages

"Alright, and this is the living room." I said, showing my mom my apartment over face time.
"Honey, why did I say about adding a little color?" She sighed.

"I tried to tell her that mom." Ethan yelled from my kitchen. I still can't get used to him calling her that, but she made him start calling her that around spring break. She said 'Mrs. Holland' made her feel like she's was talking to one of her students.

"Well, why don't you try to sneak a yellow painting onto the wall or something?" She asked.

"Have you met your daughter?" He asked walking up behind me and looking at the phone. "She'd kill me."
"She wouldn't kill you. Maybe injure you, but not kill you." She laughed. "But seriously Haley, add some color to your living room, it'll help your serotonin levels. Trust me."
"Fine. I'll got get some colorful pillow later."
"Good. Now let's see the rest of the apartment."
I sighed and turned around, walking towards the kitchen. "Look, color."
"Are your walls green?" She asked, her voice laced with confusion.
"Well it's like a mint. It came that way and I didn't want to paint. I think it looks nice."
"I'm not saying it's not nice. I've just never seen a kitchen with green walls."
"Moving on." I said, walking out of the kitchen. "Half bathroom, nothing exciting."

I closed the bathroom door and walked down to the next door. "Box storage room." I said in reference to the spare bed room.
"Nursery." My mom said suggestively.
"Not happening." I sing-songed.
"Worth the try."

"And should I even show you my room, it looks exactly like it did at home but I've got a different bed frame."
"Yes show me the room. I want to get a feel of the whole apartment".
"Fine." I sighed opening the door as showing her the room.
"Well no wonder you want to sleep all day, it's so dark."
"Well so is everything else about me. We're you expecting a hot pink room?"
"Well at least it's not all black. Grey is a step in the right direction."
"Well I'm hanging up now. I love you."
"Love you too."
"Bye."

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I woke up to my phone dinging.

Baby 💙
Send help. Grayson's lost it

Me:
What happened?

He's listening to music really
loudly and building.

And that's different to normal how?

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"You should've said no. You should've gone home. You should've though twice before you let it all go."  If you looked closely, you could tell that he was singing along quietly, while staining whatever it was that he was building.

Is he, is he listening to Taylor Swift?

Yes.
And Carrie Underwood.
And Beyoncé.
And destiny's child.

Did he steal my cheaters
ain't shit playlist?

He said that's exactly
what he did. And he blames
you for making the playlist public.

He could stop listening.
Why's he blaming me?

My phone then started ringing and I answered it. There I was, face to face with Grayson.

"Why isn't this helping? I'm doing all the things that make me happy and none of it is making me feel better. Even your stupid playlists aren't making me feel better. Please help me."
"Well, I'd suggest eating your feeling but vegan food would probably just make you sadder."
"If I wasn't upset, I'd lecture on how it's actually a good thing to be vegan." He sighed. "Now, can you please come help me? I don't want to feel like this anymore."
"Grayson, you know you're like the little brother I never had, so I'll help you." He perked up a little. "But I've never gone through an actual breakup before, only getting used, so the way I helped myself is not going to be as effective helping you."
"Yeah yeah. Try whatever you need."
"Okay. I'm texting Ethan a place for you to meet me at."
"Alright. Bye."