Best friends || Grayson Dolan
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  • Reads 3,882
  • Votes 37
  • Parts 19
  • Time 1h 14m
Ongoing, First published Oct 10, 2017
We had been best friends for as long as I could remember. Since birth. Maybe in an alternate universe Rick and Morty style. 

He was dating Chloe Colaluca; Not that I cared. 

Then he asked a favour from me. It was weird at first but I'd do anything for him. He's the Bonnie to my Clyde. Yes he's Bonnie. He was the Morty to my Rick. I knew he'd do the same for me. 

Truth be told I loved him more then I had actually come to terms with and realised. Then he broke my heart. He couldn't be at fault for it he had no idea. 
I just got on with it until he confessed it all. 

I kissed his brother 

                                                                                            I kissed my ex
It wasn't the same as Grayson's 
                                                            It wasn't the same as Weston's
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It's weird how two people can change your whole life, for the better or worse. Grayson Dolan and Ethan Dolan book Started: June 2018 Ended: August 2018 *still being edited* -some part of the story below- "what if I don't want to be a da-" his lips closed as his eyes centered on my jaw. I furrowed my brows, subconsciously softly pressing my finger tips onto it. I watched as his jaw clenched, his fist ball up so hard his knuckles became a ghostly white, and his eyes become hooded. He took a step forward as I took another back. He didn't care much for the movement, grabbing onto my forearm and pulling me towards him. "what the fuck happened?" He growled, his minty-vodka breath fanning my face. With the hand not holding me in place, he softly touched my jaw. His rough calloused fingers and soft touch were a contrast to the anger seething from his body. It wasn't until then I remembered the bruises. "what do you mean?" I innocently asked, yanking my arm from his grasp. I tried to back away, but he held onto my chin with his fingers, glaring daggers into my eyes. His orbs suddenly turned a lighter shade, inspecting the damage done. "who hurt you?" His eyes not once left the bruises. I was ashamed but the anger boiling below my surface was becoming hotter and hotter and soon I would explode. "hickeys. Leave me the fuck alone, I'm fine." I said between teeth, pulling away once again. This time he took me by surprise, actually letting me walk away. I turned on my heel until he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me close. "That's not a hickey, I've seen hickeys. I've given hickeys. That is not a hickey. Now answer my damn question, who fucking hurt you!" At this point, the whole crowed turned to watch us. "You. You hurt me."