"What's up, guys! We're--"
"Sorry, but can I use the restroom?" you ask.
"Sure, it's right down that hall," Ethan says.
You thank him in response, "Thanks."
Ethan and Grayson pull out their phones and scan through them, like most teenagers, while you rush to the bathroom.
As you close the bathroom door slowly, you end up on the floor sobbing like an idot. You're balled up with your face pressed up against your knees.
Grayson looks up from his phone searching around, then asks Ethan, "hey, do you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Ethan asks, stalking people on Instagram.
"That noise. It sounds like... Crying."
Ethan looks up from his phone and begins searching across the room, also. "Crying?
Grayson nods. "Yeah. It sounds like it's coming from bathroom. I'm gonna check it out!"
Grayson runs towards their hallway seeing what's up.
"Gray, wait up!" Ethan starts running for Grayson.
...
Ethan and Grayson stand at the bathroom door, listening to your soft cries.
"It's y/n. She's crying," Grayson whispers to Ethan.
"What do we do?" Ethan asks, your sobs still continuing.
"Let's go in and see what's up," Grayson says, as he slowly starts moving his hand toward the bathroom door knob.
"What?! Gray, no!" Ethan whispers shouts, stopping him from opening the door. "We don't know what she's doing in there. She may be on her period! Remember what happened with you and Cam?"
Grayson shivers at the horrifying flashback.
But he still didn't back down.
"Yeah, I remember, unfortunately. But y/n is probably in that bathroom needing our comfort! We can't just leave her alone in there."
Ethan listens to your sobs, feeling guilt in his stomach.
Ethan sighs. "Yeah, you're probably right. She needs our help."
Without hesitation, they both open the bathroom door to see you balled up on the white tiled floor.
You look up to see two handsome twins staring at you in horror.
"Y/N! Are you okay?" Grayson sits with you on one side, Ethan sits on the other side.
"What's wrong, y/n?!" Ethan asks you in a worried voice.
Jack Dail, the twins' best friend, hears mumbling from the bathroom. He grabs the camera, and hurriedly runs to the bathroom and starts filming.
Grayson notices Jack and gets an attitude.
"Jack, please stop filming. Y/n is hurt, so if you could please stop filming us, and go!"
"Well," Jack says, doing what Grayson asked, "can I at least play it your foam pit?"
"Knock yourself out!" Ethan sighs.
"ALRIGHT!" Jack immediately puts the camera down and jumps in the foam pit.
"I meant that literally!" Ethan shouts.
All three of you laugh at Ethan's little joke.
You look up to wipe the salty tears streaming down you face with you sweater.
"Hey," Grayson says whispery, turning your head gently towards him, and wiping the rest of your tears. "It's okay, you're okay! Tell us what's wrong, please."
You sniffle, wiping your nose with your sweater.
"Get the girl a tish! She needs a tish!" Ethan yells, making you giggle.
Grayson opens the cabinet from under the sink, and grabs a custom tissue box one of their fans made for them.
It had Ethan's face on it, with a whole where his mouth was.
Grayson grabs a few and hands them to you.
You take them. "Thanks."
"No problem," they both say.
They watch as you blow your nose and wipe your tears.
Ethan pulls out a trash can that was next to him and pulls it towards you.
You put the tissue in the trash can.
"Now, tell us what's wrong," Ethan says.
"Okay, but promise me you won't get mad at me."
Ethan and Grayson both look at each other.
But they both agree.
"Promise."
author's note~
Hiiuuu, it's london here. I just wanted to say that this fanfic made me even more supportive. I feel even closer to them than I do now, even though I've never me them before.
Also, I got this idea from a dream I had of them. I'm a pretty light sleeper, so I just woke up and jotted me dream down on a notebook I had beside me, lol.
But any ways, if you want me to continue on writing this so you know what you were going to say, either say so in the comments, or vote for me continuing.
I love you guys so much! 💜
