elevator © 2016 DISCLAIMER: this book is horrible and i was high when i wrote it, for your own sake please do not read. RANKED #49 IN DOLAN FANFICTION RANKED #2 IN GRAYSON DOLAN FANFICTION

he taught me why hurricanes were named after people. ***COMPLETED***

babysitter © 2016 "tyler, you're babysitting grayson dolan's sister. do you understand how blessed you are?" - in which a girl simply tries to make money by babysitting the sister of a rather popular student. however, she ends up getting into way more drama than she can handle and ends up with less money than she had before. RANKED #39 IN DOLAN FANFICTION RANKED #1 IN GRAYSON DOLAN FANFICTION

it all started with texting the 'wrong number.'

"Dorm 1001, Miss Stewart." The lady at the welcome desk gave me the key to my room. "Thank you." I made my way down the walkway to the large building that will house most of the freshman class. Unfortunately, I do not know my roommate. I really hope we get along because if not we will be head to head all year. As I walked out of the elevator and down the red carpeted hallway, I found my dorm room, 1001. I put the key in the hole and twisted the knob. I nearly fainted at my next sight. "Who are you??? Am I in the right building?!?" I asked the tall, dark haired boy unpacking his boxes. "Um... Are you Delilah?" He asked looking me up and down. "Yes... I am. Who are you?" I asked questionably. "Well good. I'm your new roommate, Delilah. I'm Grayson."

"If you ever want to hang out, have a drink, or have sex, I'll be waiting for you in Apartment C."

"Revenge is a bitch, Grayson, you should've never gone undercover."

"You were my reason to live."

"It's weird, he only texts me at a certain time." "What's that time?" "3am."

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