Your POV
After a week of not talking to either of the twins, you've grown to miss them. Grayson's laugh was becoming foreign to you. Ethan's eyes were fading in color, becoming unknown to your imagination. Sure, you saw Ethan, and obviously he has his eyes every time- but not the way you've been used to seeing them.
The lustly burn of dark brown, and in the sex after effect - a light green. The same was true with Grayson's eyes. However his never held as much green as Ethan's earthly pooled irises.
You cross your foot over the other as you lazily drape over the bed, wishing for peaceful sleep instead of the interrupted naps you've been subjected to instead.
"Ugh" you groan when your phone begins to ring. The ringtone, reserved especially for Maddie, flooded your ears obnoxiously.
You slam your hand on top of the phone and pull it to your ear, pressing the green button, "what" you bark.
"Wow" she says, sounding sarcastically hurt, "what's your beef?"
You sit up and run your hand through your hair hastily, "nothing. What's up?" You say with a slightly exasperated sigh.
"I just saw Grayson at this frat party i'm at and he looks totally wasted" she speaks. At the mention of a frat party, you start to recognize loud music and talking- faintly painting the background with sounds.
"When did you leave to go to a frat party?" You ask.
She laughs lightly, "a few hours ago. But you gotta get down here. This kid is plastered and he keeps downing more shots" she orders into the speaker.
"Fine. Fine. I'll be there soon."
You could practically hear Maddie's smirk as she begins to think she could get you to let loose, "okay it's the Theta House. See ya soon."
The line goes dead and you get up, not worrying about your outfit that was currently a pair of ripped jeans and a plain black sweatshirt, because it looked fine. You slipped on your black Converse and pushed your phone into the back pocket of your jeans, heading out into the slightly chilled air to walk down four blocks to the frat house Maddie was talking about.
All the guys there either knew you or Maddie. But most of them knew Maddie. She always attended more parties than you, hence the reason why half of her closet is party clothes.
Lately there's been no reason to go to parties. After breaking up with your ex, Dean, you had no interest in hook-ups or getting shitfaced at parties.
You also didn't feel the need to do so when you were so closely affiliated with the twins. Mostly Ethan.
Leaves swirled in small tornadoes of themselves as the wind picked up, also whipping your hair around a bit. You silently couldn't wait for the spring. It was winter now, but in California, sixty degrees is cold.
As your shoes hit the ground with small pounding noises, you heard another pounding noise. Music, from the house a block from you now.
You could see it, at the end of the road with blue, red, and green lights protruding from the windows. The music was blaring so loud you thought you'd get a headache from being in the front lawn.
Coming closer to the bumping structure, you noticed the one person you came to see immediately. Your eyes caught sight of Grayson out front, a bottle of alcohol in his hand as he sat on the porch swing.
No one else was around, except you.
He hadn't noticed you yet, but if he was really as drunk as Maddie said he was- it wouldn't matter. He was in his own intoxicated world filled with joints, bottles, and tramps.
"Grayson" you ask as you walk up the porch stairs to stop at the last one. Your hand gently rests on the chilled banister just before he lifts his head to drunkenly observe you.
"What the hell do you want" he spits bitterly, almost like you had on the phone call with Maddie. Although, he was much more pissed off.
"I came to talk to you."
"Yeah?" He laughs with anger dripping from his lips. "Go talk to Ethan."
You sigh and swallow your fear, walking up the last stair, crossing the porch to sit on the moving swing with Grayson. "Leave me alone."
You shake your head and glance at the bottle in his hand, 99 proof vodka. "Gray" you hoped your sweet voice was enough to coax him out of drinking any more of the toxic liquid, "give me the bottle."
He stood up abruptly, chucking the bottle into the street where it shattered to millions of pieces. His body language was raging with anger as he bent to your level and yelled, "i didn't fucking ask for you to come here!"
This side of Grayson scared the hell out of you. "No one asked you to bring your skanky ass here to ruin my fucking night, okay?" He didn't yell that time, which is what made it hurt even more. His words sounded sincere, and it hurt badly.
"Grayso-"
"No." He dismisses, running his hand through his hair before dropping his hands to his sides, "you had to know how i felt about you. I told you countless times how beautiful i think you are, right?" He rambles, the drunken thoughts falling off his tongue. "And yet you still didn't see it."
There was a moment of silence, except it was white noise with the partying in the background. "You know what- go find someone else to fuck with. I'm done." Grayson opens the front door to the house and loses himself inside, grabbing another bottle of liquor to nurse all night.
"Fuck" you whisper. You drop your head shamefully into your hands and let a fee tears fall as you realize you lost a very good guy in your life.
Ethan's POV
There was no reason for me to be here. Grayson wasn't even outside.
There was just some girl on the porch with her head in her hands.
The house was obnoxiously loud with music and people, even i could hear it from across the street inside my car. But the text said 'come get me' from Grayson, so here i am.
I slowly get out of my car and tuck my keys into my pocket. The door shuts a little loudly, but i doubt anyone would mind a car door more than a loud house of teens and college kids.
"Um, excuse me" i ask the girl outside, wondering if she knew Grayson, or if she knew where i could find him.
As soon as her head lifted, i felt my heart hammer in my chest, "Y/n? What the hell are you doing here?"
Her eyes were red and puffy. She tried wiping her wet eyes with her hands, but all they did was smear the little bit of mascara she had on. Either way, i couldn't find words to speak to her.
The closer i got to her, the more frantic she seemed. "It's nothing- i should go home" she suggests before standing up, trying to move passed me as quick as possible.
I was blocking the stairs already, so there was nowhere for her to go. "Ethan" she says oh so gently, like she could break at any moment like a falling fine china doll. "Please move."
Seeing her cry made my heart bleed for her, and pound harder than ever. I hated seeing her like this. "Tell me what's wrong, baby."
She just silently stares at the ground ahead of her. Another tear falls and i don't hesitate to wipe it away with the sleeve of my jacket. A barely audible sniffle comes from her nose and she tucks her hair back, "Grayson's inside, and totally wasted so maybe you should-"
"No."
The soft brokenness of her eyes made me give in, "let me take you home."
"Ethan, i live four blocks from here."
I shook my head lightly, obviously not making myself clear enough, "uh-uh, babygirl." She visibly shivers, "my home."
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