Backwards GPA | Grayson Dolan

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Down in the depths of the basement, there are several army green suitcases. Since it is only my brother and I on this trip, I take two of the suitcases and head back upstairs. Ethan snatches one of them from me as I am walking to my room. Typical. 

As the minimalistic person I am, packing only takes roughly 20 minutes. My brother on the other hand, has been taking over an hour. He is the least minimalistic between the two of us, and he is just really slow in general.

From the filming studio I take the Canon DSLR camera so that we can continue our career on YouTube. If we were to take a break, our subscribers would not be happy to say the least. 

(Current Amount of Subscribers: 5,014,789)

On the way down the stairs with both luggages in my hand, my knee is injured by a sharp edge and everything falls beneath me. 

"Good work idiot," says my loving and supporting twin. 

I reply, "some help here please! I bruised the hell out of my leg."

"Fine, I'll go get an ice pack. Wait here," he squawks.

"Wasn't planning on going anywhere," I roll my eyes. I continue to lie on the side of my thigh, which is still sore from going to the gym earlier. 

Ethan belatedly comes back with a freezing pack of ice, and so I press it onto my knee. The ice feels so cold that it is almost warm. 

My mom did not seem to notice my situation, as she was jamming to music and doing yoga in the exercise room. 

After gaining up the courage and strength I was able to stand up. Carefully, we pack everything into the Tesla (even though it was mostly Ethan doing the work). 

Ethan calls shotgun which means that I'm the one driving. I pull out of the driveway and begin our journey.

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The first stop on our adventure will be Cornell University (quick a/n: lol i have no idea if the order of universities that we are going in are actually in close proximity to each other and make sense in terms of route placing). 

It's a five hour ride to Cornell, which is equivalent to five hours of Ethan singing unpleasantly and ranting over yet another one of his girlfriends. 

"Alyssa is honestly screwing with me. She unfollowed me on Instagram," he gets more aggressive by the second, "she won't answer my texts either." 

Time for another breakup? These breakups have become a weekly thing. 

More often than not, Ethan just shuts them out of their life without any explanation. This time, Alyssa is the one to shut him out. A taste of his own medicine if you will. 

Why he still gets girls is beyond me.

After two hours and a half on the wheel, I begin to get tired and give up on trying to stay awake. 

"Bro we need to stop. I need coffee," I exclaim, rubbing my eyes.

He nods his head, and I turn off the highway in hopes of finding a small coffee shop open at 10:30pm.

Ethan points at a sign for a shop named "Claire's Cup of Tea." I could go for tea. 

Inside of the store is a girl brewing tea for a surprisingly large amount of people. 

Sure enough, her name tag says Claire and she is as pretty as the sound of her name. 

A/N

Sorry I was at camp and had no time to write or upload. Anyways, not sure if anyone is keeping up with this story but I'll continue to post. Thanks for the votes and comments though! 

aLsOOOOO yikes the end of this chapter was rough sorry.