(y/n pov)
"Bro, what the fuck, is happening to our bank account?" Gray asked, gesturing to the computer screen. E ran a hand through his hair.
"I- I don't know?" E asked. "How the fuck would I know?"
"Because, we're losing, like, hundreds of dollars a week- who's been taking that fucking money man?" E shrugged. "Ethan, I swear to go-"
"I don't fucking know!" Ethan screamed over Grayson. A few of the men working in their kitchen looked at them, a little confused. The twins lowered their voices. "I don't fucking know, Grayson, check if you have your debit card, may-"
"Mine- I have mine, where the fuck's yours and what have you been doing wi-"
"Nothing!" Ethan yelled. "Nothing, I never fucking leave the house so maybe ask one of the many people you hook up wi-"
"Bro, what the fuc-"
"Fuck, Grayson, I don't know-" Ethan yelled, storming up the stairs. Gray watched him leave, sighing. He stared at the account and frowned, closing it up. He'd call into the bank a little later when he wasn't feeling like this.
He looked up to see one of the construction workers and gave him a smile. "Don't worry, we're good," Gray reassured. He nodded and pointed up. "Shit, my room?"
"You said you wanted to change out the floorboards?" Gray nodded. "Should we get started-"
"Yeah, for sure," Gray said. The man began to head up when Gray stopped him. "I don't mind helping," Gray said. He shrugged.
Gray could use the distraction. So he helped them move out the furniture and they got to work prying off the boards that Gray had down. He started in his own corner, music blasting as he got to work.
He tried not to think about his brother. What the hell was going on with Ethan? If this still had to do with that girl- Grayson couldn't even remember your name.
"These ones, correct?" A worker asked. Gray looked up and nodded, looking at the hardwood sample he was holding.
He pried off the wood he was working on and sighed, shaking his head. Then, he moved a piece over. But this one was already loose. He frowned as he simply pulled it up, the things beneath it, leaving him bewildered.
"What the fuck," he whispered to himself. He didn't look at any of it, afraid someone else might see. He cleared his throat. "Hey- guys, how about you start again tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow?" a worker asked.
"Yeah, take the rest of the day off, it's okay." They looked at each other, also confused. He smiled at them reassuringly. "Yeah, it's cool."
"O-okay." They cleaned up, everyone downstairs and in the yard doing the same. And in less than ten minutes? The house was empty. Besides him and E.
Gray went back into his room and took a better look at the stuff beneath his floorboards. Drugs? In his room? He didn't use- Ethan.
"Ethan!" Grayson yelled. "Ethan!"
"What?" Ethan yelled back.
"Get the fuck over here," he yelled. No response and so Gray called him again. "Eth-"
"What do you wa-" Ethan froze as GRay held up a bag of God knows what.
"What the fuck is this?"
"Grayson-"
"What the fuck, Ethan-"
"Grayson, bro, the fu-"
"Is this where all our fucking money's been going- Ethan, what the fuck, dude-" Ethan rolled his eyes, walking over. "Why in my room, bro- what the hell are you-"
