second to him | g.d.

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third person's pov :

ethan and grayson chuckle quietly as they watch elena bopping her head to 'main chick' by chris brown. they both know how she blasts music and puts her vocal chords to risk anytime her parents or her two brothers have any chance to get out of the house.

she turns around and grabs her powerpuff girl mittens from the drawer, bending down to check the cookies in the oven.

ethan clutches his hands onto grayson's shoulder to stop himself from laughing and grayson also clutches onto ethan's hand, both of them snickering at the mittens.

she's had those mittens since fifth grade.

"holy fucking shit balls!" she screams out, her hand flies up to her chest and her anxiety immediately spikes up as she sees her two best friend's laughing in the middle of the living room

"dude, what the fuck?! just because i'm the easiest person to scare, it doesn't mean you should take advantage of it." she whines, hoisting herself up onto the counter and crossing her arms across her chest as she tries to calm down her racing heart

"that's exactly what it means, silly." ethan smirks, sauntering over to the kitchen. "now are those snickerdoodle and double chocolate chip cookies i smell?" he asks, rubbing his hands together and licking his lips like a madman

"yes. they were for you guys. not anymore though." she murmurs, rolling her eyes and giving them both death glares

grayson simply chuckles and finds it cute how mad and annoyed elena looks.

he walks over to her and sets a hand right next to her leg that was on the counter.

"oh, come on! they're our favorite's, you obviously made them for us." grayson pouts

"damn. well, aren't you cocky today mister bailey." she taunts, raising her eyebrows up

"watcha mean? i just know you too well. you'd make cookies for ethan and i out of the blink of an eye for simply no reason at all."

her cheeks turn a crimson red and butterflies flutter in her stomach at his kind words.

"he isn't lying." ethan adds, now standing on the other side of elena

what the hell is this? a dolan sandwich?

"are you guys trying to charm me so you can get your cookies?" she asks, squinting her eyes while glancing between the two boys' eyes'

"however could you have guessed?" ethan teases, tapping his chin with his index finger

she breaks into a fit of giggles and grayson watches her with adoring eyes, his lips tugging into a huge grin as her angelic laugh fills up his ears.

ethan takes a note of his twin's actions and squints his eyes, smirking and crossing his arms across his chest.

he even takes a mental note to ask grayson about this later; knowing he's going to get his ass whooped in a wrestling match but he could give less than a fuck.

he just wants to know if his younger twin brother has a crush on his best friend.