#and now imma go get a latte and a bagel before class hehe

[vintagedolan]

Can you do a blurb of jealous gray hanging out with you and your college best male friend? Like y’all have gotten drunk together and have inside jokes and Gray gets a bit jealous but you reassure him that you and your friend are just friends and not anything else? I hope that makes sense

Although he’d been offered the opportunity not to be countless times, and had been called a liar for saying that he was, Grayson Dolan actually had been sober his entire life. He would joke and say that the shit he and Ethan did when they were younger was wild enough without a compromised mind, that he didn’t need any help to have fun. 

Which meant, at the end of the day, he had no idea how actions changed after three shots of tequila. And it seemed like everyone else at the party was in on the joke.

“Drink some of this please.” He held out a water bottle for you, his other hand holding your solo cup with his palm over the opening. You got distracted by the way his veins popped out in his hands.

“Why?”

“So I don’t have to carry you out of here in a few hours when the liquor takes over.”

You stuck out your tongue at him but took the bottle anyways, swigging down a few gulps that your organs were thankful for. 

“Y/N?”

You spun around at the sound of the voice, unsure if you were imagining it. You didn’t even realize that you’d stumbled a bit at your movements, considering Grayson had steadied you with a hand on your waist.

“Jacob? Oh my god! Jake! I thought you weren’t coming!”

It was instinct to run over to him, accept the hug that he gave you, so strong that your feet lifted up off the ground. He didn’t even look up to see Grayson’s hand still in the air where your hip had been a moment ago. 

“I heard you were gonna be here and I had to come. Finally took a break from studying?”

“Just for tonight. Had to get the college experience, yah know?”

“Oh, throwing up in a bar bathroom at Two Keys freshman year wasn’t enough of an experience for you? I held your fuckin hair and almost got kicked out cause they thought we were fuckin around in there, remember?”

“Holy shit, yeah, that bouncer was intense as fuck,” you laughed at the blurry memory. You’d been single then, and the rumors went on for weeks that you and Jacob were a thing. Realistically, you’d hadn’t had your eyes on anyone at the time - you didn’t find anyone until junior year. And you searched for him again, eyes lighting up when you found him in the kitchen where you’d left him. 

In any other situation, Grayson would have gone soft when you looked at him like that. But he couldn’t quite get the image of someone else holding your hair back at some random bar before he even knew you. As gross as it was, he would have much rather it been him than Jacob.

“Sup Dolan,” Jacob offered him a hand, an invitation for a bro hug. Grayson took it to be nice, smacking him on the back a little harder than necessary. When they released his hand automatically went to you, slotting you against him with your ass back against one of his thighs. 

“Baby do you remember that bouncer at Two Keys? The big guy with that snake neck tattoo?” 

“No, not really.”

“Oh. Well he definitely knew that my fake was sus, and Jacob had to convince him to let me in. Remember what you said Jake?”

“C’mon, girls just wanna have fun!” You both said it at the same time and then busted out laughing, leaning over so far that Grayson held your waist to make sure you didn’t fall over. Jacob reached out on instinct too, a hand going to your shoulder that Grayson wanted to swat away. 

“Why was it always Two Keys? Something always went wrong at Two Keys bro,” you laughed, racking your brain for more memories and jokes that the two of you had shared in your early college days. 

Jacob remembered one first, a night where the DD had taken the two of you to taco bell and a mild sauce had exploded all over the both of you in the backseat. Or the time he’d forgotten he had a chemistry exam in the morning and you’d tried to sober him up as quickly as you could with a baguette and too much water. 

In any other setting, Grayson would have walked away and cooled down. But there were too many guys he didn’t know, and you were too drunk to keep up with your drink on your own, so he sat there and seethed as he listened to all the stories that came before him. 

You weren’t sure how long you talked with Jacob - it was rare that you got to see each other at the same party anymore, and you soaked up every minute of it until the alcohol in your system started to take over, making you yawn.

“Ah, the yawn. Yeah man, she’s probably out for the count,” Jacob sighed.

“Thanks. I’m aware.” He knew your signs, and it pissed him off that Jake did too. 

You gave Jacob a final goodbye hug, one that was a bit too tight for Grayson’s liking - he kept his hand on your lower back the whole time, reaching with the other to put your cup in the sink. 

Five minutes down the road and you were asleep in the passenger seat. Usually, he’d lace his fingers through yours, but he left your hand empty on the middle console for half the drive, a little vindication to himself. But he still held you up on the groggy walk into the house, still helped you take your makeup off, helped you change into one of his shirts. 

You were still his girl, even if the night hadn’t gone the way he’d wanted it to. 

He’d calmed down a bit, been able to remind himself that you were home with him, getting into his bed and curling up to his chest and not Jacob’s, but his mind was still spinning, only screeching to a halt when you got a text message.

Of fucking course. 

You opened it, squinting at your screen. Your phone was right in front of his face, and he couldn’t help but read it along with you. 

So good to see you tonight, I missed you! You were right about Grayson, he seems like a good guy. And he’s jacked so I know he can take care of you no matter what trouble you get into lol. I’m glad you’ve got him, need someone to take care of my bestie when I’m not around. Good luck with your hangover, ask him if he’ll send me his back workout tomorrow haha

Grayson deflated with every word he read. You talked about him when he wasn’t around, you talked about him with Jacob, you said nice things. And there he was, acting like a dick all night when you were just excited to see your friend. The guilt started to rise, and he fought it off by nuzzling his face in your hair. 

“M’sorry,” he mumbled.

“For what?”

“For being a dick.” 

You didn’t have the energy to reprimand him - in all honesty, you hadn’t really noticed. 

“I guess I should be thankful for him actually,” he said, making you lean back so you could see his face.

“He kept you safe before I was around to do it. I hate thinking about you at a bar by yourself, so I’m glad he was there to look out for you.”

“And he’s just a friend. Always has been,” you reminded him. “And I’m in bed with you, and I’ve never been in a bed with Jacob. Well, one time we had to sleep on an air mattress but I pushed him off in the middle of the night on accident and he slept on the floor cause he thought I was mad. I wonder if he remembers that,” you mumbled, smiling at the laugh it got out of Grayson. 

“I’m sure he does.”

“This is a lot more comfier than an air mattress. And I won’t kick you off, I promise,” you said, words starting to run together as your fatigue started to catch up again.

“Yeah, uh, please don’t,” he chuckled, tightening his arm around your shoulder. “Get some sleep, I love you.”

“Love you too. Only you.”