Grethan: Never Let Me Go

Chapter 3

It's been a month since that day and Grayson hasn't said a word about it.

it's late. 1:13am to be exact. and i see headlights through the window.

it's still an hour before his shift ends who is this?

*knock*

i walk over to the door and open it.

"Are you Ethan??"

my jaw dropped, "Y-yea. what's up?"

Someone came up behind the man with something in his arms, "your brother got drunk again and he passed out like 2 hours ago. i know he gets off in an hour but please tell him to not come in tomorrow to clear his head."

They flopped Grayson on my shoulder and left.

Oh great. i gotta get this bastard up the stairs.

i pick him up so he's not just flopped and began the trek up the stairs.

When i finally got up the stairs i walked into his room and threw him on his bed. tried to get him semi comfortable and i left his room shaking my head. i closed his door and walked downstairs to shut off the lights.

it's 2:45 am now and i'm too tired to do anything else so i head up to my room and as soon as my head hits the pillow i fall asleep.

for some reason my eyes shot open and i see Grayson right in front of me. sleeping.

i turn over and see that it's 3:30am.

omg. for fuck sakes this guy needs to stop drinking.

i get up to leave and he grabs my hand, "please...stay?"

"Grayson you need to sleep. how you got into my room i have no clue but-"

he pulls me back into bed. granted he's older and stronger than me so i really can't fight back at this point.

"There see? now we can BOOOTH sleeeeep"

"shh! Grayson!!!!"

he laughs, "Well who's gonna hear us? the dog?....oh wait we don't have one ahhahahaaha"

oh my god. he's insane.

"Just be quiet it's super late and i'm tired!"

he salutes me, "aye aye sir grumpy!"

i lay back down facing the other way and i instantly feel his arms make his way over my waist.

"Gray-"

"Shut up. i'm drunbk"

I was confused but let it happen.

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*BEEP* *BEEP*

i hear a groan, "oh my god shit that thing off before i- wait what!?"

he turns over and sees me, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING...," he looks around, "...in my room?"

"Yea. you got drunk last night. your buddies brought you home and i had to literally throw you to bed."

he rubs his eyes, "ugh. just shut that thing off before i throw it at your face!"

i turn it off fast because i know he will actually do it. I get up and get dressed and walk out of my room in confusion.

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As i walk up and down the store i keep thinking about what he said. How could he not remember what happened? or if he did why isn't he being upfront about it?