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california-grethan · 7 years ago

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Bad Company - First Day // {E. Dolan}

Description: Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N. The school’s “it” girl. She was as close to perfect as a human could be and she didn't even know it. 4.0 GPA. Captain of the volleyball and tennis team. President of the Student Body Government, Speech and Debate team, and the school’s Partner’s Club. Beautiful and kind. Welcoming and caring. Every girl wanted to be friends with her and every guy wanted to date her, and why wouldn’t they? In contrast: Ethan Grant Dolan. Possibly as far from perfect as a human could be and he very well knew it. He was a certified bad boy and outcast-- getting himself thrown out of five schools in the past four years. Handsome and reckless. Disobedient and hot-headed. Every girl wanted to get with him and every guy hated him. What will happen when these two cross paths?

Warning(s): idk, bad boy!ethan🤷🏽‍♀️

Requested: [yeahhh] // [nopeee]

Word Count: [2,484]

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I sighed, my foot putting pressure on the break pedal, waiting for the car in front of me to pull into the space. Easing off the break, I inched forward, maneuvering my car into the space next to the person that had just parked. With my car in park and my engine shut off, I climb out of my seat, shutting my door and walking around to the trunk. I pull my backpack out and swing it over my shoulder, grunting from the impact of it against my back.

As I bent over to grab my volleyball bag, I hear a wolf-whistle from behind me. With my forehead wrinkled in confusion, I turn around, only to be met with the sight of my best friend.

“Damn, is it hot out here? Or is it because of Y/N?”

Chuckling, I roll my eyes at her and turn back around to grab my other bag. “Fuck off, Anna.”

She gasped, “How rude!”

Shutting the trunk, I turn to face her, my brow raised. “You’re just extra,” I replied, shrugging at her with a joking grin on my face. “Come on, let’s go inside, I have to talk to Mr. Hess about Sadie’s.”

Side by side, we walked across the parking lot, making our way inside the school. As usual, we fell into conversation, discussing the fact that Sadie’s was in two and a half months and we were both still dressless and dateless.

“We gotta go to the mall sometime. Even if we don’t have dates yet, we need to at least find something to wear.”

I nod, “How about this weekend? I have training Saturday morning from eight to eleven, wanna go after?”

Anna nodded. “Yeah, sure. Listen, I actually have to go to the library to grab a book for History. I’ll see you later, good luck with you meeting with Hess.”

Smiling, I waved and headed in the direction of the main office. “Good morning, Ms. Stevenson,” I said, grinning at the administrator sitting behind the desk. “Is Mr. Hess in yet?”

Nodding, the woman smiled at me and gestured in the direction of the Mr. Hess’ office, “Go on in, sweetheart.”

I strode over to the direction of the office. Knocking on the doorway, I popped my head into the office. “Hey, hey, hey, Hess, what’s good?”

He laughed, shaking his head at me. “Oh, wonderful. No better way to start a Monday morning than with a visit by the one and only Y/N Y/L/N.”

I grinned at him, plopping down onto one of the chairs in front of his desk. “Please, my presence this morning is a blessing.”

The man chuckled, “Isn’t it always? Anyway, what brings you here?”

Leaning over the armrest of the chair, I open my backpack, grabbing my laptop and booting it up. “There’s a few things about Sadie’s that I need to run by you. For some of them, I need approval and for others, I just want your opinion.”

Mr. Hess nodded, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the surface of his desk. Once I had what I needed pulled up on the screen of my laptop, I placed it on his desk and began talking.

We both stood by the doorway of his office, a smile on my face because of how successful our meeting was.

“Everything looks great, Y/N. You’re definitely the right person to take on the responsibility of planning this dance. I can’t wait to see how it turns out.”

I nodded, grinning at him, “Well, the responsibility was placed upon me as the Student Body President, but it comes with the territory. I’m glad that I’m even able to plan Sadie’s this year. It’ll be the first time our school’s had one.”

He smiled, “Yeah. Well, I know that everyone’s glad that you’re planning it. Alright, go on, you don’t wanna be late to class, do you?”

“Definitely not, I’ll see ya, Hess. Have a great day.”

“You too,” he responded, turning around and heading back into his office.

Facing the direction of the door of the main office, I laid my eyes on a boy, one I’d never seen before, standing next to the school’s principal, Mr. Eline.

Part of me was intrigued by him, but the other was slightly unnerved by the sight of him. There was an edge to him. He was clad in all black-- his legs in black ripped skinny jeans and his upper body adorned in a plain black tank top, its sleeves obviously self cut, showing off the tattoos that decorated his body. On his feet were a pair of black vans and on his back rested a Gucci backpack. Despite the fact that I had no knowledge of him, the backpack seemed out of character, the extravagant brand seeming to clash with the whole vibe he had going on. A leather jacket was slung over his shoulder, his toned arm looking absolutely drool-worthy because of the way it was bent.

If the boy’s physique wasn’t enough to reel a girl in, his face would’ve done it. His jawline was insane-- one of the sharpest I’ve probably ever seen. If there was such a thing as a perfect facial structure, he had it-- albeit his nose was slightly crooked, most likely due to a past break. He had plump lips, the shape and color of them adding to the perfection that was his appearance. The boy’s eyes were just as gorgeous as the rest of him. At first glance they seemed hazel, but under the light, I could tell that hints of green were more so present than brown. His dark brown hair fit him, the length not too long but not too short. Strands of hair at the front were dyed red-- on him they added to the overall look, but on others it would have probably looked terrible.

“Y/N? Y/N!”

I shook my head, slightly dazed from having zoned out-- too busy checking him out.

“Huh? What?’

The yet-to-be-named boy smirked at me, his pierced eyebrow raised. His stare caused my cheeks to heat up.

My head turned, looking at Mr. Eline as he spoke up, repeating himself. “I was asking if you would mind escorting Mr. Dolan to class.”

I inwardly groaned, not wanting to deal with showing someone around, but because I knew I couldn’t decline, I smiled at him stiffly. “Sure, Mr. Eline, I wouldn’t mind.” I began walking towards the door, stopping when I reached the door, waiting for the boy to follow me.

We were halfway out the doorway when Mr. Eline called out, what I assumed to be, the boy’s name, causing us to come to a stop, “Ethan,”

The boy turned around, an impatient look on his face while he waited for the man to say what he wanted to.

“Despite the fact that I feel there’s no need for it, I would just like to remind you of what brought you to this school. We wouldn’t want to to have a repetition of what’s occured at your other schools, would we?”

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but I stayed silent as I watched the interaction between the two men. I glanced at Ethan, his face passive, almost looking bored, but his clenched jaw indicated that he wasn’t entirely happy to hear the words of the older man. Without saying anything, he jutted his head in an upwards motion, acknowledging the principal’s warning.

He turned on his heel, striding out of the office. I was forced to hurry after him, my short strides unmatched to his long ones. Realizing that I needed to know where I was taking him, I spoke up, my voice coming out softer than usual. “What’s your first class?”

Looking unaffected by the previous interaction between him and the principal, he blankly looked down at the paper in his hand, “AP Geography with Perdue.”

I nodded and without a word, I proceeded to walk through the bustling hallway. Due to my knowledge of the school’s layout, I was now ahead of him, forcing me to check back once in a while to make sure that he was still behind me. I gasped when I looked over to my right, Ethan instantly next to me. Once again, a smirk played on his lips, seemingly amused by my reaction.

“Sorry, baby girl,” he said, his voice just the right amount of raspiness-- causing a shiver to run down my spine.

I turned to him, an unamused expression on my face to hide how I truly felt, “Don’t call me that.”

He raised his pierced brow once again, a playful glint obvious in his eyes, “Why not, baby girl?”

Scoffing, I responded, “You barely know me, and I’d rather not be called ‘baby girl’ by some guy I just met.”

He glanced at me, a neutral expression on his face as he decided against responding to what I just said.

I inwardly sighed in relief, coming to a stop in front of the classroom that both of us needed to be inside of before the bell rings. “Here we are, first period AP Geography with Perdue.”

He remained standing by the doorway, glancing inside the room, his eyes scanning over those that were already seated and waiting for class to begin. “Don’t you have a class to get to?”

“Coincidentally, this is my first period class,” I said, waiting for him to walk through the doorway first.

He grinned at me, his goddamn eyebrow raising once again. “Hm, is that so? Well, what a great way to start my day off,” he said, his eyes shamelessly raking down my body.

I uncomfortably cross my arms in front of me and huff, turning and making my way into the classroom. Once inside, I look around, trying to find the familiar auburn hair of my best friend. I sighed in relief when I was finally able to spot her in the busy classroom, striding over to where she sat and dropping my bag onto the desk and sliding into the seat.

“Hey, Anna,” I said, frowning when I didn’t get a response. “Anna?” I repeated, waiting for her to notice me, at least.

She hummed in acknowledgement, but didn’t turn to look at me. Curious at what had her so distracted, I turned my head in the direction she was looking, only to be met with the sight of Ethan standing at front of the classroom, talking to Mrs. Perdue.

Rolling my eyes at her, I bring my hand up to her face, snapping my fingers to bring her out of her daze.

“Earth to Anna. You’re drooling.”

“Hmm?” She said, her head snapping to look at me. “What’d you say?”

I chuckled, “I was just looking for a simple ‘hi,’ but instead, I was brushed off because of Ethan.”

She smiled at me, intrigue written all over her face, “Oh, so that’s the hottie’s name? Ethan, hm, it suits him.”

Rolling my eyes at her, I opened up my backpack, grabbing everything I needed for class and getting myself situated. Looking up from what I was doing, I was met with the sight of Ethan grinning down at me from his tall stature, his lips forming a teasing smile.

I cocked my eyebrow up in question, looking up at him, “Can I help you?”

He shrugged, “Well, you’ve been given the amazing the opportunity of having me in your group for the semester project.”

My face fell, “You’re kidding me, right?”

Ethan shook his head, sliding into the empty desk to my right. “Mrs. Perdue was just catching me up about what’s happening in the class and she told me about the semester project that’s a quarter of our grade. She offered to assign me to a group because I don’t know anyone, being new and all, but I asked if I could work with you and she agreed.”

My constant internal screaming only got louder at his words. I wished nothing more than to make my way up to Mrs. Perdue to complain about Ethan being assigned to my group, but I decided to just accept it, knowing that it wouldn’t be appropriate and out of character. I settled on simply giving him a stiff smile and looking straight ahead, waiting for class to start. The bell rang, but it sounded distant as I drifted off, becoming immersed in my thoughts.

Why was he affecting me like this? I’m typically so level-headed, but he just seemed to push a button without even trying. C’mon, Y/N, you can’t let him get under your skin. You’ve got too much going on to be affected by a boy. Especially a boy like him.

I walked in the direction of my locker, my feet slightly dragging due to my exhaustion. The day dragged on-- each class seemed as if it lasted half a day instead of an hour. Sighing, I turned the lock of my locker, putting my combination in so that I could grab my volleyball bag.

With my hand wrapped around the strap of the bag, I shut my locker, turning to head in the direction of the gym, but there he stood, shoulder resting against the row of lockers, blocking me from getting to where I needed to be. His lips formed a smirk, his hazel eyes displaying glint of something. Despite having only known him for the past eight or so hours, I came to the conclusion that whatever he was up to wasn’t anything good.

I rolled my eyes, quickly maneuvering my way around him. Unfortunately, my attempt was in vain as he moved to block me once again.

Groaning, I said, “Aren’t you tired of annoying me yet? I mean, you have had the entire day to do so as I’ve been so lucky to have you in every single one of my classes.”

His bottom lip jutted out in a pout. “Aw, c’mon, baby girl. Don’t be so mean, I’m just the new kid tryna make some friends here. Or, if you’d like, you could be something more than just a friend.”

I scoffed, annoyed with having dealt with him the entire day, “Listen, that line, in combination with all this,” I said, gesturing at him in his entirety, “might work for some girls, but not for me. With that said, can you please let me by so that I can go to practice?”

He looked at me with curiosity in his eyes. The boy remained silent, his lips on the verge of forming a smile, but he refrained-- simply choosing to step to the side with his arm out, allowing me to walk in the direction I needed to. I hitched my volleyball bag up higher on my arm, giving him a sarcastic smile before I went on my way.

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impaladolan · 4 years ago

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impaladolan’s masterlist

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welcome to my dolan twins, mostly grayson, masterlist! i’m super glad you’re here and let me know if you like my works!! i’d like to share that i am only keeping fics that i somewhat like and have a little bit of pride in on this list, but i will link the other in case your heart desires cringe :)

(p.s. i am very sporadic on posting, especially lately, so i apologize in advance for my procrastination, it always seems to get the better of me.. and i don’t have an ethan portion because i haven’t written any fics for him lately, sorry buddy..)

GRAYSON DOLAN

SMUT *

Home Alone - Grayson Dolan * :

It’s been an entirely too long and stressful week for Y/N, and she’s looking for some balance. Although, Grayson is unaware of what “balance” should entail..

Public Part Two - Grayson Dolan * :

against your better judgment, you somehow falter and let grayson do what he will with you at dinner, right underneath you parent’s noses.. - a rendition of my first post.

Oh So Needy - Grayson Dolan * :

when y/n feels as though grayson isn’t giving her the attention she deserves, she simply taunts him into her own little trap of lustful passion...

Secret Santa - Grayson Dolan * :

y/n couldn’t hardly wait for the festivities to commence, it’s her favorite time of the year, after all. but when she receives her present, it’s so much more than she could have ever imagined..

Again - Grayson Dolan *:

you had been denied all day, one time after another, after another— so you decided to take things into your hands, and he didn’t like that..

All The Sudden - Grayson Dolan *:

a fun and relaxing day at the beach turns into what could only be y/n’s best nightmare..

NNN - Grayson Dolan *:

grayson’s counting down the seconds for no nut november to end, and y/n’s not making it easy..

FLUFF °

Le Goût- Grayson Dolan ° *DISCONTINUED*

Allison Palmer isn’t one to gawk, but struck with the sight of a godly sculpted man; glass is broken, wine is spilt, and there’s no name to fault…

BLURB ALERT!

- ice skating (fluff)

- thunderstorms (fluff)

- distracted driving (smut)

- height differences (fluff)

- blow (smut)

- blink love (fluff)

- sleep’s needs (fluff)

- shy baby (fluff)

- parties aren’t his thing (fluff)

- under the weather (fluff)

- daddy blues (fluff)

- irony (fluff)

- stingy (angst)

- cat fight (fluff-ish)

- save a horse, ride a cowboy (suggestive)

(send in requests!!)

SERIES / AU

Capture - Grayson Dolan * : *DISCONTINUED*

beware of all that is in the early morning hours.. you may find yourself in the midst of a capturer...

Forbidden Alliances - Grayson Dolan*:*WATTPAD*

a forbidden romance that occurs between two lovers from different walks of life. yet, they're unaware of what lies, games, mystery, and plot twists will unfold.

¡COMING SOON!

- thigh riding - blurb

MY WATTPAD

OLD MASTERLIST :( YUCK

*there’s absolutely no permission to copy my work in any way, shape, or form. it’s my writing, not yours.*

#dolan twins #dolan twins smut #dt #grayson dolan fanfic #grayson #grayson dolan #ethan dolan #ethan grant dolan #grant #ily

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bromieeeomieee · 4 years ago

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writingdolans · 4 years ago

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When I saw your answer post I got so excited. Does this mean you’re going to continue this is me starting over?? I really hope you do!

I thinking about it! I first wanted to see if you guys were still interested in the story, which from this I can see some of you are. Thank you for your support 💓

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rina-writes · 5 years ago

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Calm Waters (Part 1)

Summary: For the last five years, you have been locked away twelve to sixteen hours a day in a cell...filled with water. Your ability to hold your breath underwater for extended periods of time has led to a series of unfortunate events that led to your captivity. The only time you get outside of your cell is as a worker at the aquatic theme park where you are trapped. You had resigned to your bleak life until one night, the newly hired, attractive lifeguard, Grayson Dolan, falls into your tank as a result of a prank. Saving his life could be the start to saving yours.

A/N: This is probably the most unique thing I’ve written on this blog because it’s a sci-fi AU. You know how a lot of original content being a former fan fiction (ie. 50 Shades originally being a Twilight fic)...this is the opposite haha. Where this is an original concept that I made a fanfic using the twins since they are my current muses. Sooo....definitely let me know what you think!

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, loss of parents, captivity, and bullying. There is also lots of fluff and teenage romance!

If darkness had a temperature it would be cold. That’s what you decided after five years in the cell. It didn’t matter that the water was always kept at 67 degrees Fahrenheit, the optimal temperature for your survival, it always felt cold. In the ocean, the vibrations kept you warm. The sounds of a whale calling to it’s lover, dolphins whispering hello, and sharks chewing their prey all prickled your skin in tiny waves. You didn’t get that in your cell, because it was just you all alone until morning. Then the cover would be lifted and you could embrace the world.

If freedom had a temperature it would be warm. It would be sunshine of a cloudy summer’s day or the cotton candy machine churning out treats for a long line of toddlers. It would the smell of butter popcorn and the snug fit of a new promotional cap. While your world was small, you savored the seconds of your warmth outside of the cell. You knew your days of warmth would continue to decrease as you got older and you wanted to cherish it. This was your so-called youth that you overheard your audience joke about in between performances. Youth, the thing that you knew you possessed, and the one thing that was being taken away from you in order to provide it to another. Youth, the phrase that you understood in concept, but not what it showed in practice.

Until he fell into your cell.

It was what started it all. His kindness and curiosity launched you into a journey of discovering what it meant to be young. What it meant to live for today and tomorrow, making mistakes, learning from them, and making new ones. Falling in love. And ultimately, breaking out of your cell.

You were sleeping when it happened. You learned to find comfort in the dark. You would sink to the bottom and roll yourself into a ball. The entire side of your body would lay on the smooth, cold floor. As you rocked yourself to create small waves in the water, that always felt heavier at the bottom, you would fall asleep. You equated it to “tossing and turning” in a bed, a feeling you had not experienced since your confinement.

The moment his body hit the water, you felt it through all of your nerves. It was like an electric shock. Your eyes opened, despite not being able to see anything, but your skin told you everything you needed to know. Your legs fluttered behind you as you glided toward your target. It almost seemed insulting to call it swimming as your technique was so graceful that it looked like a dance.

At first, you didn’t know what it was.

The creature in your cell was about 5 feet and 11 inches in length, 180 pounds, and terrified. It was thrashing around, causing more waves in the water and alerting you of its presence. Your hands reached out and touched what you could identify was the middle of it’s back. It was covered in a jean jacket, that felt tattered even in the water. It was at that moment that you realized it was a person and one that didn’t want to be here.

You knew it wasn’t a threat. Most threats came in the form of scientific experiments. These tests were accompanied by a bright white light and white lab coats and shades staring at you almost in the nude. They wanted you to feel scared and powerless, so they would never sneak up on you in your own terrain.

Your touch obviously scared the person more, and with a gasp, you felt the last bubbles of breath leave their lips. Now terrified, you pushed the person towards the top of your cell. You figured there had to be a break in it somewhere if someone fell in. As you neared the top, you heard the sounds of distant laughter and footsteps. You knew the sounds of mockery when you heard it. It sent a chill up your spine, and a bit of anger burned in your heart. Why did people always have to hurt others? You saw a bit of light towards one of the edges of your cell and you pushed the person toward it. With a few hefty pushes, you finally got the person over the edge. You continued to push and push until the person was laying on ground beside your cell.

You poked your head through the hole and looked around. It looked different at night than during the day. At night it looked abandoned and scary. You couldn’t see the other cells from where you stood at all, despite knowing that the dolphins were one over and the hammerheads were on the other side. Your eyes narrowed in on the person as they got used to the darkness.

Your brows furrowed as you recognized him. His usually styled dark brown hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, his full brows relaxed, his hazel eyes shut close, his sloped nose twitching as he sucked in air and his full pink lips stuck shut. Grayson was quite popular since his arrival. All the girls liked him and all the boys envied him. To assert their status, some of the guys started picking on him. They would point out that he only wore old clothes and knock offs, and that his mother did all his hair cuts at 18. It seemed as though their latest stunt was tossing him into your cell.

They didn’t know what was in here. This area had been closed off, but it was easy for workers here to get to if you knew how. The cover didn’t allow people to see inside, especially not at night, and during the day, it was too risky to come up here without getting caught. You often heard people whispering above you, but no one ever broke in. You assumed it was neighborhood kids daring each other and backing out of it the moment it got too real. Most likely, Grayson didn’t know the rumors about the “dangerous creature” that lurked the last cell. He probably tried to look cool and pretend to go into the cell. They probably pushed him.

You rested you cheek on your arm which was resting on top of the tank. He really was handsome. Tomorrow, this damage to your cell would be repaired. You wouldn’t be able to exit it on your own. Part of you wanted to take your freedom and do something great with it. Runaway and save yourself from this hell hole.

Instead, you watched the breath finally enter through his lips and the rise and fall of your chest. You told yourself you wouldn’t get far. That no one els like was ever able to successfully blend in and you were the last person to be able to assimilate into society. But this, watching him, was something you could do.

You reached a hand out to touch his arm and then move to his shoulder and then to his cheek. His eyes fluttered open and you retracted immediately. Those hazel eyes squinted at you past his long lashes.

“Angel…” He whispered. He coughed, water coming out of his mouth as he turned on his side.

He may have said more, but you retreated to the bottom of your cell. You curled into your ball and rocked yourself as fast as you could. You tried to forget and fall asleep. You tried to pretend that tomorrow would be another day and you wouldn’t have to suffer the punishment…

Surprisingly, it was a normal day the next day. At sunrise, the glass top of your cell slowly rolled back, allowing the light to slowly seep through. You floated upward with trepidation, worried that there was danger waiting for you at the top. However, as usual there was nothing. You stepped out on to the roof and looked out over the town.

The houses looked like little dots next to the long spiraling streets and highways. You could see cars slowly moving in bumper to bumper traffic, and the specks of people leaving their homes. You wondered, like you always do if you looked like a speck too. You walked to your clothing station, waving at the dolphins as you walked by their cell. You hummed so they knew you were near.

Doris, the eldest dolphin, waved her left fin and then flipped around to twitch her tail fin twice to the right. You sighed and nodded understanding her message. One of the youngest dolphins was still having trouble sleeping. It was “rescued” from one of the fishing traps in the sea and was still adjusting to captivity.

You motioned with your hands at first creating a cover for your eyes with one hand and then letting that hand drop into a fist on top of your open palm. I’ll see what I can do.

You continued walking and opened the storage container. As far as other workers at the park knew, this was where they kept the cleaning supplies. Only you knew that this was where you got your clothes. As you put on your uniform, a white polo shirt and white wide leg shorts, you stared in the tiny, broken reflective piece of glass you kept there as a mirror. Your mother once told you that you couldn’t run around naked because it wasn’t polite. Yet, every night, you stripped off your clothes to your undergarments and every morning you got dressed on this roof. When you first were captured, you would hide away as you got changed. Then you realized that you were just a speck. Not just in terms of distance, but also of importance. No one would ever be curious what you looked like without your clothes.

Angel

The word popped into your head and you shook your head violently as if trying to get it out. It was the way he said it, his chest puffing up with air and then that air releasing from his mouth almost like a gasp as he looked at you with these hopeful eyes.

It didn’t matter. Grayson worked the wave pool as a lifeguard. He didn’t even work near the performance arena. Even if you did run into him, he wouldn’t recognize you. It was way too dark for him to make out your features. Still, you had to confess that the thought of him made you excited. The fantasy of him falling for you, the real you, was one that could keep your mind occupied for a long time.

You put on your socks and your shoes, your skin always drying quickly. Your hair took a few minutes longer, but you put the cap on anyway.

Pete’s Ocean Land.

To some people it was an affordable, local Sea World that saved aquatic creatures from the beach a couple miles away. For you and the other aquatic creatures here, it was a prison. At least you got the chance to leave, because of what you were. The dolphins, sharks, seals...none of them had the ability to just stand on their legs and play human. That’s why you did your best to help them. Making sure they had good food, alerting when they were sick, and keeping them company when you could. It was easier since they understood you.

You had inside jokes. For example, your main job at Pete’s Ocean Land was as one of the lead dolphin performance instructors. Prior to your arrival, they couldn’t get the dolphins to perform any tricks, but you were able to convince them to do it. While you yelled out commands to the crowd, in reality, you were signing the moves to them. The dolphins would often sign back rude or unseemly comments that made you stifle your laughter. Sometimes, they would even ask you who they should splash and you always chose someone who was ruining the event for someone else.

The best part was, the language was a secret. No one knew about it, not even your captors. It allowed you all to speak freely and have a bit of community. You didn’t know the origin of the language, but it was one your mother taught you back then. You always assumed it was the language of her people.

Your mother. Your father. The images of your parents brought both happy and sorrowful memories for you. Your father was human, but your mother was...whatever you were. It wasn’t quite clear. Mermaid sounded a bit far reaching as you didn’t have a fin or gills. If you had to describe your activity under water, it was holding your breath under water for long periods of time and gracefully swimming. Essentially, you were an amphibian. On the outside, however, you appeared like a completely normal 18 year old girl. That was how you were raised until you were 13 years old. Your parents died in a mysterious fire and on the way to the police station to get you up for adoption, you were told that your uncle would take you in.

Your uncle, aka Pete, was your dad’s eldest brother. Apparently, your uncle had tried to persuade your father to put you and your mother in his little exhibit for years, but your father refused. With him out the way, he now could do whatever he wanted with you. He told people he put you in the best boarding school, but in reality, you were locked away in one of the old tanks at the park. You called it a cell, but you knew what it was...it was a tank just like the other animals.

At 13, you ability to breathe under water wasn’t that strong, but Pete trained you. If you could call it that. Locking in that cell until you clawed at the glass for help. He would invite scientists who would push and prod you without a warning, and often with out anything on. You felt disgusting and less than human...thus leading you to feel like you were.

In the five years you lived in captivity, the only hope you had was your job. The occasional little girl that said she wanted your job when she grew up, or listening in on what was hip these days as teenagers conversed in the cafeteria, gave you the will to keep pushing forward.

You considered yourself lucky that Grayson had scurried off and was not found by any of the personnel. It allowed you to keep up appearances.

“Aurora?” You heard a voice ask behind you.

That was your name at the park. Obviously, your uncle couldn’t let you just walk around using your real name when you were supposed to be away. To emphasize your difference more, your hair was frequently dyed bright red. You hated it because when it was freshly dyed it would taint the water in your cell and your uncle wouldn’t bother to change it for days.

“Yes?” You said closing the cabinet. You expected it to be one of the workers here to feed the animals. Whoever they were, they were early.

Your eyes widened when you turned around to see Grayson standing there. He looked different in the light. His skin was so tanned, the muscles in his arms bulging under his white polo shirt. His white shorts hit him different at the waist, like he was a model or something. His hair was styled up in the front and he was cleanly shaven. His eyes, twinkling hazel eyes that looked green in this light, stared at you brightly.

“It was you! You’re the person that saved me!” He yelled.

You dashed forward, your eyes darkening in a way that Grayson had not seen anyone’s eyes change before.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You said in your sternness voice “But do not come here and yell at this time of the morning. The hammerheads are still sleeping and they get restless.”

Grayson’s jaw dropped. He let out a soft laugh that faded into a smile.

“I heard you were serious about this, but I guess I didn’t realize how serious.” Grayson put a hand on his chest and dropped his voice to a whisper. “I won’t wake them. I just, I can’t believe it’s you. Last night…”

“What are you talking about?” You asked him frowning.

Your uncle taught you how to deflect any weird questions and it was always by gaslighting. Did you really see that? Are you sure I said that? He taught you threw practice and it hurt you to cause Grayson the same pain that you endured.

Seeing Grayson’s eyes saddened only made it worse.

“Please,” Grayson whispered. “I don’t know how you were able to save me, but you are my guardian angel. I can’t thank you enough.”

“I-I…” You stammered as you stepped away. How could you deny something so sweet?

“Be honest…” Grayson asked. “Is it just an empty tank?”

Your eyes widened. Could this be the silver lining?

“Yeah…” You nodded, walking him over to your cell. It was the first time you ever looked at it from this angle. It looked so big, but down there, it felt so small.

“Whew…” Grayson said with a smile. “I didn’t really buy that it was a monster or anything...but can’t say I’m not glad.”

“No monster down there.” You said, bitterly. “The monster is up here walking around in sheep’s clothing.”

There was a silence. Grayson looked at you, strangely. You wanted to curl into your little ball. You almost settled for the next best thing, running away, when his laughter stopped you.

“You’re so edgy, I love it.” Grayson grinned.

You forced a laugh. “Ha, yes, edgy.” You didn’t really know what that meant, but you would figure it out eventually.

Grayson looked nervous and he glanced away from you. You also took the opportunity to look at the sun. You didn’t have a watch, but from the sun you could tell your shift was starting soon. You needed to prep the performance arena area. You motioned to leave when Grayson stopped you by grabbing your wrist. His skin was so warm now. It was warmth of the sun on the cloudy day, of the cotton candy machine, of butter popcorn...it was that warmth.

“Can I take you out to dinner?” He blurted out. “I-I can invite my brother and his girlfriend if that would make you feel more comfortable for a first date.”

You shook your head. “Dinner? Date? Oh no, I can’t do that.”

You couldn’t leave the premises. Even if you wanted to, you didn’t have anything else to wear. He would know that something was wrong when you came in your uniform, soaking wet.

“How old are you?” He asked. “Are your parents strict?”

“18...and sorta.” Your real parents were not strict at all, but your captor was a demon.

“Hm,” Grayson rubbed his chin with his right hand. “What about lunch at the cafeteria?”

You ate there anyway. There were no rules about you eating with coworkers. You were just so weird, no one wanted to talk to you.

“Okay.” You nodded.

His face lit up with the brightest smile you had ever seen. You felt like your heart had been wrenched. You felt your face get hot and you looked away.

“See you in front of Lu’s?” He asked.

You nodded again. That was the burger joint in the cafeteria. It was where everyone ate and the line was always long. You never bothered to wait because it was lonely to stand on line by yourself. Now, you had someone to talk to while you waited.

You heard Doris making noises and you turned around. Grayson made an “aww” noise and ran over to look at her. Standing behind Grayson, you saw that Doris was signing you a question. She moved her head in a circle to the right before lifting and dropping her tail fin three times. That was an easy translation...

New mate?

“Grayson, let’s go.” You said, pulling his arm. “Doris, is just trying to rile you up.”

“I don’t mind,” Grayson said, but he still allowed you to pull him, liking the way it felt to be held by you.

Behind your back, your crossed your index and middle finger before pulling your crossed fingers in a straight line toward the right.

Shut up.

You heard Doris make another sound as you both exited the roof area that you easily recognized as her laughter.

By lunch time, you stood by the cafeteria with your head down. The cafeteria was really just an outdoor food court with an awning made of cement covering each of the restaurants and a seating area. It had archways all around that allowed people to enter from all side. It was painted a pee yellow color that you hated, but you weren’t sure if it was only because you hated this place.

With your (terribly) dyed red hair, people often stared at you. When people tried to talk to you and realized that your vernacular and knowledge of the world was trapped to five years ago, you were seen as some kind of freak. Once enough people realized you were weirdo, the bullying began. They would make fun of you, sometimes pretending to be your friend only to humiliate you. They would throw food at you. The worst was just the laughing. It felt like everyone who laughed just laughed at you.

“Hey Rory!” Grayson said.

You looked up to see him waving at you theatrically. You pointed to yourself and he nodded with his laugh. His laugh didn’t feel like daggers. It felt comforting.

“Yes, you.” Grayson laughed. “I wanted to give you a nickname and I think Rory is kind of cute. You can call me Gray.”

“Okay, Gray.” You felt a tingle of happiness. You hadn’t had a friend or a nickname in so long, you forgot what it was like.

“Shall we?” He asked, gesturing to the long line, and you nodded.

As you stood in line, you sucked in a deep breath. All eyes were on you and you felt your entire body tense up. You stared at the ground and said nothing as the line slowly inched forward. Grayson cleared his throat and if you had looked at his face, you would have noticed his bashful expression.

“So, besides saving stupid lifeguards, what do you do in your free time?” You looked up to meet his eyes and saw his shining, pearly white smile.

Your eyes darted to the people around you, but this time you realized that it was not YOU they were staring, it was HIM. Suddenly, you realized that people didn’t even see you around him because he was so gorgeous. For some reason, this emboldened you to raise your head, just a little.

“Uh, I don’t really do much outside of work.” You said, trying to seem normal. “I actually really like working with the animals.”

“Oh I see. Do you want to be a marine biologist or something?” Grayson asked. “I think you would be good at it.”

“I don’t know.” You bit your lip. “I’m kinda known for being dumb.”

Grayson’s brows furrowed and you worried you somehow offended him.

“What do you mean?” Grayson asked. “I see you rattle of facts about every species in this place every day, answering the wildest questions with grace. Who is calling you stupid?”

You blushed. “Well, outside of the water, I don’t really know much.” You smiled. “I mean, Doris doesn’t know what’s happening on Facebook.”

“Wait, you don’t have social media?” Grayson asked, his eyes going wide. “Like, nothing?”

You shook your head. Grayson’s jaw remained wide for awhile and then he nodded.

“Oh right, strict parents.” He reminded himself. “So, like how do you usually date people?”

“Ha, I don’t.” You gave a soft laugh that showed your shock at the ridiculous question.

Grayson smirked a little bit. “I mean have you ever kissed anyone?”

You thought about it and you did. Before all of this, before you knew how different you really were, life was pretty alright. You had your first kiss when you were nine, and shortly before the fire you had your second kiss with a boy in your class. He said he wanted you to be his girlfriend, but he wanted you to think about your answer. It was over a vacation break, so you had quite a bit of time. It was an easy decision, you were going to say yes. You just never got a chance to tell him.

“I have, when I was younger.” You glanced at him. “You?’

“Uh yeah, a few times.” Grayson looked away. If you hadn’t kissed that many people, there was no way he was going to list his previous rendezvous.

“What do you do outside of work?” You asked, wanting to learn more about him.

“Typical stuff I guess. I surf, skateboard, hike…” He continued to list outdoor activities that you remembered partaking in or hearing of during your childhood, but it all seemed distant now.

“You’re really active, huh?” You remarked.

“I like it!” Grayson jokingly flexed his muscle. “I like to stay fit. Do you exercise?”

“Uh, I swim.” That wasn’t a lie.

“Ha, no kidding!” Grayson joked. “A little embarrassing to be saved as a lifeguard.”

You smiled. Before you could respond, you realized you were at the front of the line. It felt like a couple seconds with Grayson. Time just flew with him which usually only happened during your performances. The rest of you life was counting the moments until it was over. You almost wished you could relish in this a bit more.

“Can I get the beyond burger, with the vegan cheese fries?” Grayson ordered. He smiled at you. “What would you like? It’s on me.”

“What’s the beyond burger?” You asked, tapping your chin. You usually went to the less frequented pasta place and got their pasta of the day. You would split it for dinner, learning over the years that no one would feed you if you didn’t do it yourself.

“It’s a meat substitute.” Grayson explained. “I’m vegan, so…”

Grayson was getting embarrassed. Being vegan wasn’t super popular in your area. When he first starting working at Pete’s Ocean Land, the other boys ridiculed him for it, claiming there was no way he could have six pack without eating meat. He soon learned it wasn’t worth arguing and just stopped talking about it. It felt weird to have this conversation again and he didn’t want you to judge him.

“I’ll try it too.” You said to the person ringing up the order.

Grayson’s eyebrows went up in surprise. “Alright, well let’s throw in some vegan shakes too.”

The person nodded and gave the total. Grayson put it on his employee card and took the receipt. You waited on the pick up line, rocking back and forth on your heels. Conversation was so difficult for you, but you worried he would ask you more questions if you didn’t beat him to it.

“What do you want to do? Is it your dream to be a lifeguard?” You asked.

Grayson laughed, shaking his head. “No. In my dream world, I would be a pro surfer, but right now, I could settle for being a diving instructor at some fancy resort.”

“You must really like the ocean then.” You deduced, a bit of hope in your voice.

“Yeah, I mean obviously I care about animals since I’m vegan. But, ocean animals are like so cool. It’s a whole ‘nother thing seeing them in their natural habitat and not in tanks.” Grayson paused and his voice drops into a whisper. He leans in to your ear “Like don’t get me wrong, I’m glad Pete rescues these animals, but you never see him put them back. They just stay here forever. How sad.”

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as you felt his hot breath on your skin. It didn’t help that it felt like he was talking about you. You would also have to stay here forever. How sad.

“I wish we could set them all free.” You said in a low voice.

Grayson smiled. He was staring at you with a soft sweet smile that made your heart loop-di-loop. “Yeah me too.”

The number on top of your receipt was called and Grayson went to retrieve your food. You looked around the seating area for an empty space, chewing on your lip nervously. You also hated looking for a seat, this where people would usually try to tease you or throw stuff at you.

“Come on, let me show you my secret spot.” Grayson was holding your food in to-go paper bags, a move you hadn’t noticed until now.

You follow him out of the cafeteria and around the corner. There were some stairs that were blocked off, but Grayson ducked under the barrier with ease and confidence. You followed his lead and walked up the steps to the top floor. It was the roof of the cafeteria and there were tables with benches attached scattered around. There was an umbrella on a few of the tables and Grayson chose one to sit under. You guessed that people were once able to eat up here, but it was closed down for some reason.

“Nice and quiet.” Grayson remarked.

You sat down on the bench just as a cool breeze tickled you skin. You didn’t feel like you were in your prison. In this moment, you felt like you were on a real date. With a very handsome guy who treated you to lunch and wanted to get to know you. It was your first dose of normalcy in a very long time.

Grayson separated your meals, tearing the bag to use it as two plates. You unwrapped your burger and inspected a bit before taking a bite. Grayson was pretending not to stare at you, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to see your reaction. Your eyes lit up.

“It’s delicious!” You said, covering your mouth as it was still full. “I haven’t had a burger in a long time, but this tastes amazing.”

Grayson grinned. “I’m glad you like it.”

You continued to devour your burger and Grayson watched as he fought back laughter. He finally started to eat as well, but he would take bites without much thought, focusing mostly on you.

“Try the fries too.” Grayson suggested, pointing at your fries.

You nodded, shifting what was left of your burger to one hand and grabbing your a fry with your now freed hand. Your eyes widened.

“This taste better than the cheesy pasta at Marco’s!” You remarked making Grayson laugh.

“As a mix of Italian and Irish, I can confirm that Marco’s may not be the best judge of cheese.” Grayson gave a bright grin. “But it’s really a cheese substitute sauce that add more seasoning to take compensate for the different flavor.”

“It’s amazing…” You gushed, eating more fries.

As you polished off your food, you couldn’t help but wish you had saved some for later. It would have been nice to enjoy this for dinner instead of as one meal. At the same time, something told you that it wouldn’t taste as good cold. You hoped it would hold you over through the night.

“I love a girl who can eat.” Grayson said, sitting in front of his empty food wrappers. “You almost gave me a run for the money.”

You gave him an embarrassed smile. Your mother always criticized you for eating too quickly. It would give you gas and cause uncomfortable bloating. It had been so long that you had eaten something that you truly enjoyed that made you revert to your old habits.

“It’s not good for you.” You said, echoing our mom’s words. Your eyes danced over to the milkshake, and your mother’s lecture was out of your mind. You reached for it and took a sip.

“This is amazing!” You said, sucking it down faster.

“You say that a lot.” Grayson teased, taking tiny sips of his milkshake. “They are sweeter than real milkshakes to make up for the lack of fat, but I think this is made with oat milk.”

“I really like it.” You said, taking a breath of air. “I want to eat more vegan food.”

Grayson grinned. “There aren’t many vegan options here, but there’s plenty outside the park. If you’re down, we can have a picnic or something after work.”

You face saddened and you shook your head. “I really can’t.”

“Where do you live?” Grayson asked. “I am pretty good with parents. Maybe if they meet me…”

You thought about your parents. They would have loved Grayson. He was sweet, polite, well-mannered and had a great sense of humor. Your father would have probably tried to come off as intimidating, but then he would warm up within seconds telling embarrassing jokes. Your mother would have made some iced tea or something and offer some of her homemade shortbread biscuits. Tears stung your eyes and you blinked quickly to shove them back.

“No.” You shook your head again. “It wouldn’t work.”

Grayson pursed his lips. “Can I call you? What about walking you home from work?”

You shook your head sadly to both questions making Grayson sigh. With slumped shoulders he announced why he was pushing you so much.

“Rory, my shift starts in 20 minutes. I can’t wait until tomorrow to see again. I just want to spend more time with you.” Grayson leaned forward. “I mean don’t you feel the connection between us?”

You blushed. Of course you did, but not because you “saved his life.” For the first time, you were just you. You weren’t some freak being tested and experimented on. For so long, your human status had been ripped from you and allowed you to be treated like garbage. But Grayson saw all animals equally and it made you believe that he would be able to accept you too.

“I do.” You said, finally. “But, I think we should take our time.”

Grayson nodded. “Alright. That’s completely fair.” He laughed nervously. “My brother always says I fall hard way too quickly.”

You smiled. Your friends used to say that about you too. “Tell me more about your brother…”

You and Grayson talked for fifteen more minutes about your childhood and old memories. It was easy to blend in with Grayson since he enjoyed reminiscing. He didn’t ask you about current events or quiz you on gossip. Talking with Grayson was easy and your mouth got dry from speaking and laughing. Most of your interactions were with the other aquatic captives and that was all signing. You hadn’t heard yourself say things outside of the performance script in so long, you forgot that you had opinions and interests.

In the five minutes before Grayson’s shift, you cleaned up and took your trash downstairs to dispose of it. Grayson reached into hug you and you tensed up a bit.

“Sorry, I smell like chlorine.” You apologized.

Grayson laughed. “Don’t we all?”

He hugged you tightly and you realized he was a liar. He didn’t smell like chlorine at all, but of the most refreshing floral scent you had ever encountered. It was almost like the smell of freshly washed linen being fluffed on a bed. So comforting. He waved to you and ran off to the wave pool. You watched him run away before going to feed the dolphins.

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 5 years ago

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frENEMIES, pt. 3 {Quarterback AU}

Summary: Locked in the supply closet together, the pair actually manages to resolve some of their issues but new ones arise when they realize the other side of hate is love and while one is willing to accept to cross the fine line, the other one will run scared.

Warnings: angst, swearing, panic attack, sexual innuendos and talk of sex

Part 1 Part 2

"Just stay with me tonight. Okay?" Grayson takes her hand, gingerly pulling her closer and while he wishes he could ignore the turmoil in her eyes, the hesitation in every inch of distance she closed between them, he can't help but wonder if she'll ever stop hating him.

After the past 24 hours they had, he hoped she would find a way. He just wants a chance, a fighting chance to show her he isn't the idiot, dumb jock she sees him as. He can't exactly deny the playboy accusation, but the rest of it wasn't very fair to him. At least he saw it like that.

"I feel like this is a slippery slope. I stay tonight and we...what? Have sex? Maybe just cuddle? Or talk? Next thing I know, you'll catch feelings and I don't really see how that would be good for either of us." Biting her lower lip, she grabbed a fistful of his shirt, not in a violent or sexual way, just as a way to ground herself, to find a footing in the insanity of her actually considering willingly being around the man she hated for years. And her hate wasn't unfounded.

"Don't worry, my sneaky little princess. That's not going to happen. At least not to me, but I can't promise anything on your behalf. I'm quite the charmer, ya know?" Chuckling as she pushed him back with all her might, Grayson lands on the bed with a throaty laugh she found quite pleasant. However, when Grayson told her nothing of the sort would happen, he forgot to mention it's because it's too late, at least for him it is - he already caught feelings.

How this came to be, you may ask? Last time we left these two, love was the last thing on their mind...at least for Y/N.

Well, it all started with a push from a very bald Ethan who decided to lock the frENEMIES in a room.

"Seriously?!" Y/N pounded on the door as she realized she's stuck and the only reason why that happened is because she wanted to make amends with Ethan and Amina. That's what happens when you're trying to be nice.

Ever had a big fight with your best friend and actually have them be right but you just won't admit it? Y/N sure as hell found herself in a lot of trouble with her best friend when Ethan got caught in the crossfire and while she apologized to Ethan, profusely, Amina was just done with her. It hurt when she chose to side against her even before the incident that left her boyfriend without hair. Isn't your best friend supposed to have your back?

Ethan forgave her, or so she thought before he gave her and Grayson a push before locking them up in the supply room on campus and while Y/N pounded on the door, she realized she was doing that all on her own. She figured the ostentatious, loud quarterback would be breaking the door down by now and yet she found no resistance on his behalf...just silence.

Frowning, she turned to the unusually quiet Grayson only to find him in the corner of the room, eyes wide open, heaving.

"Dude, you good?" She really didn't want to come closer and check but when he shook his head no, she felt her heart start pounding. The last thing she needed is him having an asthma attack now, because he might think she didn’t notice, but she saw him hiding the inhaler in his bag after taking a few puffs and while she didn’t understand why he’s ashamed of that, she didn’t say anything. Just as he’s hiding his dyslexia, something she didn’t know about until the dinner they were forced to have and he stared at the menu as if it was in a foreign language before asking his brother in their ridiculous twin language what to order.

"Why? What's happening right now?" Carefully, she approached him because he seemed freaked out as it is and she had no idea how he might react to her in this moment.

"Not a fan...of closed spaces." Managing to explain through a few quick breaths, he had closed his arms around his folded knees and for the first time in forever, she saw Grayson fucking Dolan isn't invincible. She’s become all too aware of that.

"Oh." She let nothing else pass her lips as she sat right before him, chewing her bottom lip with her eyebrows furrowed and her nose crinkled as she pondered what she could do to help him. If a man as big as him freaks out in such a small room, she might not be quite safe. Would he ever hurt her?

"Why is football so important to you?" And that's when she spoke up, this time with a question she hoped would help keep his mind occupied, derailing the possible panic attack he seems to be facing. She knew all about panic attacks for they've tormented her since she was eighteen. She knew he feels vulnerable and terrified and she wanted to give him a chance to talk about what he loves, is confident in and is also passionately involved in. It’s not something she talks about, just as he doesn’t talk about his asthma and dyslexia.

"Huh?" Grayson looks at her, his lips quivering, his chest hurting and his heart hammering against his cheat and he couldn't believe he was breaking in front of the girl that hates him more than anyone ever has and he could already see her using this against him.

"Tell me. I want to understand." But there is no malice in her voice and the way she looks at him is...merciful. She's never been this nice to him and for a moment, he can't help but wonder why. Why would she care?

"Please." The softness in her tone is enough to make him trust her. Maybe it's because he wanted to trust her with all his heart regardless, but he found himself speaking to her about what he never talked about to any girl...only to very few people in his life that mostly included his family.

"My dad. It was sort of our thing. He was the most supportive...It....Playing football makes me feel closer to him. I guess I just want to make him proud. Besides, I love the attention. I do. I love when they cheer for me, when they pat me on the back after a win and most of all, I love how powerful I feel on the field." Rubbing his chin absentmindedly, he flashed her a smile, the cocky one she usually saw on his face and it lifted a weight off her chest she felt ever since she saw the great quarterback cradling himself in a state of sheer panic.

It almost breaks her heart to see him that way, because having your mind and body betray you like that is an indescribable feeling to know you can't trust yourself anymore. Despite all the voices in he read screaming at her not to, she reaches out, placing her hand over his so tenderly he thought he imagined her touch.

"Awe, you actually care!" Grayson cooed teasingly and she rolls her eyes, scooting away from him a little, taking her hand with her.

"Bite me, quarterback." And while they were definitely having a moment, he couldn't help but wonder if he could use this time to learn why she really hates him.

"Ooh, kinky! Where?" Winking at her, Grayson purses his lips and her exasperation is evident but he can't let her leave without at least some truth being revealed.

"So, I have a question." He says with a small smile and she raises an eyebrow at him, her left eye narrowing ever so slightly at him.

"I don't care." Sassing back, she turns her body away from him, trying to hide from his over-analyzing stare. His eyes, the way he looks at her always makes her feel naked. It's intense and it's unveiling and frustration and she didn't want any of it right now. She’s always had trouble with emotional connections and anyone getting too close made her nervous and Grayson particularly made her want to run away screaming.

"You asked one question, I get to ask one too. So...why do you hate me? I mean, I can't even understand what I did to you that's so bad...except for the eyebrows sophomore year BUT it was an accident and I apologized to you at least a hundred times." Looking over at him, her glare is clearly showing his jokes are not entertaining and she's had enough but if it means he'll shut up, she'll tell him.

"You stole my first kiss without even asking me the first time we met." She states through gritted teeth and the horror and confusion on his face is baffling to her. "Don't pretend otherwise. We were talking and I actually liked you before you thought it would be okay to just kiss me out of the blue before running off to puke in the bathroom."

"I SWEAR I", he was going to say he doesn't remember but it all sounded too familiar and he...well, he thought he dreamt that.

"Oh, God! I'm sorry! I was drunk off my ass that night and it was the first and last time I got drunk. I swear I thought I dreamed it. I really am an asshole." Running his hands through his luscious locks, Grayson hid his face as he wondered how the fuck did he forget about kissing Y/N fucking Y/L/N.

"Then there's the time you told Mike I was a snake and to stay away from me." She continues but he was shocked there's more than one reason and while he does remember doing this, she took it out of context.

"You got that all wrong. Mike was bragging around, saying he banged you and I was telling him he's a snake and I'd break his jaw if he keeps talking shit about you. He wasn't the guy for you. He just wasn't and I'm not sorry for that. I just wish you talked to me before assuming the worst of me." Leaning back against the wall, Grayson held her gaze fiercely. This was no time for weakness, he had to be brave and face her and make things better. It's been years and he...well, he's always had a thing for her.

One night stands were fun, but no girl ever challenged him nor intrigued him like her. She was so unapologetically herself, so beautiful even without trying and her mind works in such interesting ways that he was always in awe of her opinions, of her writing, of the way she sees the world.

"Alright...then how about when you conditioned the university to take Ethan on a full football scholarship or you wouldn't be going here? Did you ever wonder who you cost their lifelong dream? Because I know the guy who lost his spot and now he works at a gas station. And he deserved a lot better."

That was unexpected to say the least. If he were completely honest, it never crossed his mind someone might get cut when he insisted Ethan be accepted with him. Mostly because it was the only way for them to stay together and to be close to their dad in his final years.

"I didn't. I didn't think, I just felt. And it was wrong. I know that. But it also gave me and my brother a few more years with our dad and I'm sorry your friend got screwed over but I can't be sorry about why I did it. Just that I did it." Swallowing thickly, he watched her nibble on the lower left corner of her lips, her eyes falling to the ground and he could see the wheels in her head turning. She's overthinking, probably conflicted with what he told her and while it's not right, he knows she understands it.

"There were a bunch of pranks there as well, but these were the major reasons." She finishes, her eyes still fixed on the floor, unblinking and with a deep breath, Grayson moved closer to her.

"I'm really fucking sorry for hurting you, but I never meant to do any of those things. I just want to be your friend."

Chuckling, she finally blinks and looks up at him with more light in her eyes than he ever saw her looks at anyone but Amina with.

"Riight."

"I won't lie, I'm attracted to you, but I'd settle for friendship for now." Risking it, he places a hand on her back, craning his neck so he'd be in her line of sight for she turned her head away from him as soon as he started speaking, but she didn't fight his touch and that was encouraging enough.

"How about we make a little bet? Start this friendship right? Like...come to my next game and if we win, I get to ask anything of you. If we lose, you can ask me never to talk to you and I'll oblige. Is that good?" Expecting her to refuse, drowning in all the things he wants to tell her but he can't not yet.

He can't tell her he saw how her style evolved from wearing all black to actually having a colorful wardrobe. He saw the ring she ways wears on her right index finger and how she twirls it nervously before every exam or how she hates high heels but would still wear them to parties only to take them off an hour in. He saw how she struggled with her back in the second semester of freshman year, right after she fell on ice on the first day after the holidays. He knows she can't take a compliment but appreciates them, how she gets so involved with every book she reads that she makes the most beautiful faces when something interesting happens - she laughs, she cries, she loves the characters and after every book, it takes her a few days to remind herself it's all fictional, to say goodbye before finding a new book to obsess about. He also knows she has a waterfall as the background on her phone and that she wants nothing more than to visit Bali and Australia. He knows so much, yet so little and a from just observing her when she thought no one cared.

Grayson cared and he still does. He can't imagine a day he doesn't.

"Sure. Why not."

And as she agreed, the door opened and there was nothing better than the fresh air in their lungs after being stuck in there for what felt like forever.

However, Grayson won that game the next day and Y/N found herself actually cheering him on from the stands. It was definitely a new experience, but she didn't care. She didn't want to hate him anymore. It's exhausting to hate a guy who seems to be so painfully human that it's inspiring. There's nothing wrong in being human, in making mistakes and she decided to let go of his. As hard as it is, she had to. She couldn’t hate him forever, not when she knew his reasons and when she knows her friend had other choices and he gambled them all on his own.

"You really asked me to come to your room like that's not weird at all." She folds her arms over her chest and she can't help but be surprised with how tidy it is or the smell of wildflowers that fills her nostrils, she actually never imagined this is how his room would be. And she definitely didn't expect a keyboard in his room. He was full of surprises, the good kind.

"Seriously, what exactly am I doing here, quarterback? Expecting to get lucky?" She couldn't shake it though, that annoying feeling it was more than she could imagine. The way he is around her is just...disarming and equally alarming. She can't get too close. She just can't love him. Grayson Dolan is a womanizer and she'd be damned if she gives a man like him her heart.

She’s never loved anyone and she didn’t want her first love to be a guaranteed heartbreak. She wasn’t a part of the hookup culture, she didn’t know how to function in that world and she refused to learn. And while Grayson might have good intentions, he’d be onto the next one in the month. It’s all fun and games when they’re just flirting and annoying each other, but to actually involve her heart? It terrified her, pushed her body on an invisible ledge she didn’t want to jump from.

"Do you really think I brought you here for sex? I mean...I don't want to be presumptuous, but why would you come here if you think that's the reason why? Do you want to have sex?" Sitting up with the notion that this is a more serious conversation, Grayson quickly took a look at her and she was fidgeting, nervous as if...as if she never had sex.

"No. I just...I don't know, I'm not exactly the type that does this." Raising both his eyebrows, he realized he is right. His little devil is actually an angel. A fallen angel like Lucifer, but an angel nonetheless.

"I didn't bring you here for sex. I just wanted us to talk and...actually sleep next to each other. I can sleep on the floor if you want me to." As sweet as it is, she still couldn't relax. A man like him didn't seem quite content with nothing happening and she...well, she never slept next to a man before let alone more.

Overthinking took over and she found it harder and harder to breathe as her heart picked up speed and the possible outcomes of this night started to freak her out to the point of losing focus, losing touch with reality. The world felt like it moved too fast, her brain couldn’t fully comprehend anything around her. She found herself back in the black pit where a panic attack was preying on her like vultures pray on those lost in the desert.

"Y/N...are you...are you scared of me?" His voice breaks as reality sets in and he can tell she's shivering, her arms wrapped around her as she glances at the door every few seconds. But he had no expectations of that night but a long talk and getting to know her better. He just wanted to show her who he is, but she didn't seem to believe that.

"Look, I'm not like you. I didn't sleep around. I had my first kiss in college with you and I tried dating a few guys after who somehow all ghosted me once they started hanging with you and I'm guessing they were a versions of Mike so thank you, but I never had sex, I've never even held hands with a boy before! I can't do this. I just can't." And before he had a chance to react, she was gone. His beautiful mischievous girl ran from him and this time it wasn't because she hated him, but because she realized she might actually care for him.

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Frozen Spirit: Part One- Grayson Dolan AU series

Overview: Prince Grayson Dolan of the kingdom of Gernidille has been forbidden to go into the enchanted woods since he was old enough to remember. Once his parents pass away from a mysterious sickness, Grayson begins to hear a noise calling him into the woods. His brother, now king of Gernidille, Ethan, is concerned for his brother. Grayson gives into the temptation and enters the enchanted woods. There he finds an abandoned castle and a mysterious woman,(Y/N). Behind the mysterious woman and castle is a dark truth about the past of Gernidille, what happens when the truth is revealed? Will Grayson fall for this mysterious woman?

Warnings: Angst, mystical elements

Chapter One: A Dark Past

Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Gernidille, lived King Sean and Queen Lisa. The queen gave birth to twin sons named Ethan and Grayson. In the neighboring kingdom of Galaenidd, lived Queen Alyssa and King Jacob. The queen gave birth to a daughter who she named (Y/N). The two kingdoms ruled together until one year, a mystical fog covered the kingdom of Galaenidd, keeping everyone out and keeping everyone inside. Some have many theories of why the kingdom of Galaenidd disappeared but nobody knew the real truth for if they did it would truly shock them. A few years later on the eve of the twins’ 17th birthday, the king and queen fell terribly ill. By the end of the month, both of the king and queen passed away leaving behind their two sons. The oldest of the two brothers, Ethan, was destined to take the throne on the eve of his 18th birthday the following year. The twins locked everyone out of the castle the day their parents sadly passed away. The only people that saw the twins anymore were the servants of the castle and even they barely saw them. The kingdom of Gernidille fell into a Great Depression after the death of their beloved king and queen. It wasn’t until a year later on the day before the coronation of Ethan, as king, that the twins made an appearance in the town, lifting the depression within the town to see the princes walk around freely.

Deep within the mystical fog of the kingdom, lived the forgotten princess or should you say queen (Y/N). Shortly before the mysterious fog fell upon her kingdom, killing or running off all of the citizens, (Y/N)’s parents had been mysteriously murdered. After the fog had settled, (Y/N) was left all on her own and she had now discovered a new set of powers within her. She could control the elements around her; Wind, Water, Fire, and Earth. That day, (Y/N) learned how to live on her own. Her only friends were the animals around her who she could mystically communicate with. She learned how to entertain herself within the mysterious fog which she was trapped in. She had tried to escape multiple times but it seems as if there was an invisible force keeping her trapped inside.

Grayson’s POV

Today was the day before Ethan and I's 18th birthday. Tomorrow Ethan would be crowned king of Gernidille since he was the twin that was born first. We haven’t been outside of the castle since the day of our parents untimely death. I was very close to my parents as well as Ethan and their deaths hit harder than I ever expected. Ethan was more open to sharing and expressing his feelings but I never really was. I bottled all my feelings up and tried to be strong for my brother. I woke up earlier than usual this morning due to an unknown feeling deep within my soul. It was like a calling, an unknown calling that wanted me to go into the mysterious fog. I shook it off and climbed out of my bed. I ran my fingers through my hair and stretched out. I dragged my body out of bed and walked into my bathroom. Today, Ethan and I decided that we were going to go out into the town and interact with the townspeople. I jumped in the shower and washed my hair and body. I got out and threw on a pair of brown pants and white button up and threw my royal forest green blazer over it. I styled my hair to the side and placed the family ring on my middle finger. I took a deep breath and exited the bathroom and walked out of my bedroom. I immediately ran into our butler, Archer.

“Master Dolan, it’s a surprise to see you on this fine day,” Archer spoke with shock.

“Good morning, Archer, yes, today Ethan and I are going to visit the townspeople today,” I said with a smile.

“Well master, I hope you and Sir Ethan have a wonderful day in the town. The staff and I are preparing for the coronation tomorrow.” Archer said with a nod as he continued on his journey to the kitchen.

I continued to walk down the hallway until I reached my brother's room. I knocked four times and then two times and then again four times. It was a secret code that we had since we were little. Ethan swung the door open and pulled me into a hug. He was dressed and ready to go.

“Are you ready?” I questioned as I noticed his nervous ticks as we walked down the hallway to the entrance of the castle.

“I’m ready, I’m just nervous I guess. We haven’t been out in almost a whole year. I’m just worried about how the townspeople will react,” Ethan said as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Everything will be fine brother, they will understand our choice of isolation. The town has always loved us so I don’t think this will change anything.” I said as I held open the door into the town square from the castle.

A group of townspeople stood in the middle of town square as they were waiting for our entrance that had been posted on the towns bulletin board for a whole week.

“Prince Ethan! Prince Grayson! It’s lovely to see you,” the voices from the crowd rang out.

“It’s lovely to see you as well, people of Gernidille, it’s an honor to have the loyalty of our townspeople upon our return,” Ethan said with a smile as he walked down the stairs of the castle and began shaking hands with the townspeople and making conversation.

I walked down the stairs and made small y’all with some of the townspeople. Young women automatically pushed themselves towards me and shamelessly flirted with me as if I were to fall immediately in love with them. I smiled and waved at them before continuing on my path. All of a sudden, a strong force stopped me in my tracks. The deep calling to go into the mysterious fog was stronger now than ever. I could see the fog along the horizon on the furthest end of town and I just shook it off and continued on my way.

(Y/N)’s POV

I was awoken by a sharp gust of wind that shot throughout my whole room.

“Well good morning to you as well, Jasper,” I spoke to the wind spirit that spun around my room.

I stood up and stretched out. I felt something scatter by my feet and I bent down and placed my hand down. From underneath my bookshelf, my pet gecko crawled out and walked up my hand and snuggled into my neck.

“Good Morning to you, Moon,” I said to my gecko as I placed him down to scurry off and play. I walked into my bathroom and took a quick shower and got out and braid my hair. I slid on a forest green dress and exited the bathroom. I walked downstairs and with a flick of my hand, I watered all of the plants that resided downstairs.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)! Guess what?” Luna, the wise owl, flapped in through the window.

“What is it today, Luna?” I said as I plucked an apple from my apple tree and took a bite out of it.

“The male owl, Mattias, the one I told you about. He showed signs that he liked me today,” she flapped her wings in excitement, shedding a few of her feathers throughout the kitchen.

“That’s wonderful news, Luna, but how about we keep our feathers on us,” I said with a little laugh as I bent down and picked up her feathers.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), you know I can’t help it when I get excited,” Luna said as she landed on the table. I took in a deep breath as I realized I would never find someone like Luna because it seemed as if I were damned to this forsaken forest.

“Don’t worry (Y/N), one day we will find someone like you. And you two will fall in love and get married,” Luna said as she waddled around the table, picking up little nuts in her beak.

“That’s very unlikely Luna, no ones ever been in or outside of that fog for as long as I can remember, I’m fine though because I have you guys as my friends,” I said as I referred to the forest animals who I could obviously communicate with.

“Never give up hope, (Y/N),” Luna said as she flapped out of the window.

I let out a small chuckle and slid on my pair of boots and walked outside. I walked on my normal everyday path until I felt a strong urge to go off course. It was as if I was attached to a string and I was being pulled along. I didn’t know who or what was on the other side of this so called string but I was being pulled strongly towards them. I ended up at the edge of the wall and the force was extremely strong. Through the fog, I could see a faint figure. I was pulled towards the fog but was quickly thrown back from the force field. I rubbed the back of my head and stood up.

“That was strange,” I muttered before heading back to the castle.

Grayson’s POV

Throughout the day, the force to go towards the fog greatly increased to the point where I decided I would just go check it out.

“Hey Eth, I’m going to take my horse out and go check out the outer parts of the town,” I said as I patted his back.

“Okay, Gray, have fun and don’t stay out too late,” he said with a laugh as he continued talking with the townspeople.

I walked to the stables and saddled up my horse, Jack. I grabbed everything and mounted myself on top of the horse.

“Nice to see you again, Jack, we’re going to go on a little adventure today,” I said and my horse made a small neigh as we began to head out of the stables.

I took the longest and most covered way around to the forest so that none of the townspeople spotted me. The mysterious fog had become a forbidden place to go since the day it appeared. If I was caught near it, it would surely bring up many questions. I finally approached the fog and the force was extremely strong, it was as if someone or something was on the other side. Whatever force brought me here wanted me to go through but I refused. I shook my head and turned Jack back towards the town. Before I left, I barely saw a faint figure behind the fog but just shook it off.

“That was strange,” I muttered to myself and the horse as we headed back into town.

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This was the first chapter of Frozen Spirit and I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved writing it. This has became one of my funnest pieces to write and I hope you guys really enjoy it. Chapter two will come out with a couple a days and I also have some other series that I’m working on 😊 as always if you have any requests, concepts, or blurbs send them in. I love you all 💜

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