no control | dolan twins

sixteen

This is not what I was expecting him to say at all. Although, If he wants me to meet his parents then he must really be serious about us. This is a big deal, so I accept the offer. "Yeah, I would love to meet your parents."

"I told them about you, I hope that's not weird." He lets out a small chuckle.

"No, not at all." I'm actually flattered.

"They invited us to come to dinner, and I couldn't say no to them. I actually miss being home so I figured it would be the perfect opportunity."

"It sounds great." I flash him a smile.

"If there's anyone I want to be in the car with for almost four hours, it's you." He flashes me a goofy smile.

"Wait, just us?" I ask.

"Yeah, Grayson would never voluntarily visit my parents." Ethan lets out a laugh. "It'll be our little road trip."

"I can't wait." This all feels so surreal, plus without Grayson I can finally have some alone time with Ethan.

He leans forward and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a hug. I rest my head on his shoulder as I keeps my hands on his back.

"I'm so sorry about everything." He mutters into my ear.

"Me too." I nod, feeling disgusting about my actions. I feel like I need to tell him, but I don't want to ruin the good thing that is going between us. My mind keeps drifting into a dark place, what if Grayson tells him first?

He pulls away from our hug and cups my face. He leans down and kisses me, making me feel even worse. I return the favor and softly kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his neck to bring him closer.

His kiss is a lot different than Grayson's. He is soft and gentle, not rough and aggressive. I open my mouth wider, adding more passion to it.

Our sweet moment is interrupted by an unexpected bang coming from my door. We pull away from each other and Ethan looks down at me confused.

"Princess, open up." The banging continues.

Holy shit, it's Grayson. Why is he knocking on my door?

"Is that my brother?" Ethan stares down at me, furrowing his dark eyebrows.

"Uh, I have no idea." I lie as I stand up from my spot on the bed. Ethan also stands up, perhaps even quicker than me.

"Why is he knocking on your door?" He asks.

"I don't know." I slowly walk closer to the door, terrified to even answer it. My shaky hands reach the knob as I force myself to turn and open it.

"Look, I know you probably don't want to see me but there's something I-" he goes to step in the room, but stops his sentence when he sees Ethan standing there.

"Grayson, what are you doing here?" He awkwardly stares at his brother.

Grayson slowly turns to face me. I don't even know what to say to him so I just stand there. He looks surprised, almost like he doesn't even know what to say. I have a feeling the truth is going to come out, and I'm not prepared.

"Uh, I need your notes." His words shock me.

"What?" I look up at him.

"For psychology." He mutters.

"You're actually going to do homework?" Ethan raises an eyebrow, unconvinced.

"Yes, my professor called dad." Grayson angrily sighs and turns to him. "I can't fail again."