Summary: Y/N is an up and coming YouTuber. Grayson falls in love with her, and wants her to be his. Little did he know that his twin brother Ethan had the same idea. Who will win her heart? Who’s heart will get broken?
Word Count: 2,592
A/N: We’re sad to say that this is the last chapter of Twisted In Love! Gabi ( @sniperdolan ) is such an amazing writer, & I’m so glad we got to do this together. I’m so glad to have created a friendship over this, & so happy to call her my honorary little sister♥ We appreciate all the positive feedback. We’re so glad you guys enjoy this, as much as we did.
& who knows maybe we can collab again in the future ;)
“Well, you were sure fucking taking it slow with Grayson huh?” he spoke coldly as Grayson walked into the room.
“What’s going on?” Grayson asked, confused as to why Ethan was yelling.
“Maybe you both can tell me what’s going on.” Ethan said, looking back and forth between the both of us.
“E what are you talking about?” Grayson asked walking into the fridge to get a bottle of water.
I didn’t say anything. I just stood there in the middle of the living starring at the hardwood floor. I knew I needed to say something. But what if Ethan was talking about something else? What if he wasn’t referring to Grayson and I having an affair behind his back? What the fuck am I talking about? Of course he knows!
“So tell me. How was Disney World? Was it a magical time?” he asked. Causing me to look up at him. He was starring at me, and it was as if he was starring right into my soul. He looked so angry. So intimidating. God Y/N say something! I thought to myself! I looked up at Grayson, as if I was trying to search for an answer to give Ethan.
“Don’ fucking look at him! Look at me!” Ethan yelled, making me flinch. I’ve never heard him yelling like this before. I’ve never seen him this angry. To be honest it was kind of scary.
“Ethan I-” I tried to speak but Ethan cut me off.
“How could you? How could either of you?” he asked starring at Grayson, than starring back at me.
Grayson was completely quite for some reason. I don’t know if it was because he didn’t know what to say, or if he was thinking of something to say. But he wasn’t saying anything, he was just standing there with his hands in his sweat pockets.
“Ethan, I didn’t mean for this to turn out this way.”
“Grayson can to talk to me that night after you dropped me off from getting ice cream, and one thing lead to another an-” he cut me off.
“And you cheated on me with my twin brother. You told me you wanted to take things slow, and I was fine with that. I didn’t mind waiting. You couldn’t tell me you love me, but you go and tell him you love, while you’re fucking him!” Ethan was yelling at this point, and every step he took towards me I took one back. Scared to even be close to him right now. I mean I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, but still angry Ethan is pretty scary. Especially when he’s a whole foot in a half taller than you.
“Look Ethan calm down okay!” Grayson finally said something. He stepped in front of me keeping me back from Ethan.
Ethan was about to say something, but Grayson beat him to it.
“She wanted to talk to you, and tell you everything that happened, but I stopped her. I thought it would be a better idea if we both told you, when we got back from Playlist. We didn’t think that there was going to be pictures of us on Twitter. Trust me I feel awful Ethan I do, and I’m sorry. But I love Y/N and you know that. You’ve always known that. You knew I wanted to try and talk to her the first day we watched her videos. I was her celebrity crush Ethan! Not you! Nobody told you to sneak behind my back and slide into her DMs. She was suppose to be mine, not yours Ethan! So I took her back!” Grayson finished speaking, and the room was quite. I looked at Ethan, and he ran his hands through his hair as he let out a kind of irritated chuckle.
“You slept with my girlfriend behind my back, and now you’re trying to turn it around on me?” Ethan said, as he took a step towards Grayson. Putting both his hands on Grayson’s shoulders pushing him backwards.
It turned into a pushing battle. Grayson being the stronger one, pushed Ethan back causing him to fall backwards into the wall. Grayson grabbed Ethan’s shirt by the collar, and turning himself around and slamming Ethan into the same wall. Ethan drew up one of his fist, throwing one good punch at Grayson’s face.
Why the hell is this happening? I needed to stop it, but they were both so much bigger than me, what was I suppose to do. Without thinking, I ran in between trying my hardest to push them apart and stop this before someone gets physically hurt. Grayson maybe he stronger, but how mad Ethan is right now, I’m pretty sure Ethan can take down a whole defensive line easy.
“Grayson let him go!”
“Guys please stop!” I shouted. Thankfully they pulled apart from each other. Ethan standing by the door, and Grayson standing by the kitchen island. I looked at Grayson who had blood dripping from his nose, and I looked at Ethan who had a little cut above his eye. I felt so awful. All of this was my fault. I know I couldn’t fix this, but I need to make this some what right. I needed to tell the truth. I took a deep breathe, and started walking towards Ethan. He looked at me, and I could see the pain in his eyes. I hurt him. Before all of this he was my best friend, and after this I knew I would lose him for good.
“Ethan I’m really sorry.” I began.
“I know sorry doesn’t make what I did okay, but I truly am sorry. I like you I do. You’re an amazing person, and you were a great boyfriend to me but I don’t deserve you. From the beginning when you asked me to be your girlfriend, I knew there was no way I could love you, because I knew deep down I was in love with Grayson. But I was selfish. I liked you, and I thought that maybe dating you would help me get over Grayson, and maybe I could love you. And then I saw Grayson and spoke to Grayson for the first time in months that night when I came over here so we could go on our little ice cream date. And it started to make me think whether or not I made the wrong choice. I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t know if I was just confused because I had just saw Grayson, or if I still had feelings for him…” I paused, wiping the tears that I didn’t know had fallen onto my cheek.
“That night after you took me home, Grayson came over unexpected. We were catching up and… than we started talking about the whole Tana situation…and…and Grayson…kissed me…and I kissed him back. One thing led to another, and well you know the rest.” I paused again, looking up at him to see if he was going to say anything, but he still stood there in silence. His eyes were glossy, and his nose was turning red. Oh my god, no Ethan please don’t cry. I thought to myself.
“Ethan I’m truly sorry. You deserve someone so much better than me. Someone who you love you, the same way you love them. I’m sorry I can’t be that person for you. As much as I would love to be, I can’t. I love Gra-” I tried to finish but Ethan cut me off.
“I don’t want to hear anymore! I’m done!” he said, as he walked into his room, grabbing his phone, his wallet, and his keys before coming back out.
“I’m done with you, and I’m done with you.” Ethan said as he pointed at each of us before heading towards the door. I wanted to stop him but I knew there was no point. He was too angry with both of us to be here, and who knows what would happen between the both of them if he stayed much longer.
As he opened the door he stopped, and without turning around he spoke.
“Oh yeah! And fuck the Dolan Twins!” Ethan said before slamming the door shut.
What did he mean fuck the Dolan Twins?
Was he saying he was done with the Dolan Twins? That makes no sense. He can’t be done. Right?
I stood in the middle of the doorway starring at the door, as the tear streamed down my face. This is all my fault. I did this. I tore them apart. I’ve never seem them fight over anything before. I mean yeah they had there petty fights over dumb stuff like who drunk all the juice out the carton, or them being mad because the other one was being annoying, but nothing like this.
I felt one of Grayson’s strong arm wrap around my shoulder, pulling me into his chest as he wrapped his other arm around me, holding me tight.
“I-I’m so-sorry.” I said as I was sobbing into his board chest.
“Everything’s going to be okay.” Grayson said, stroking my hair.
But it wasn’t. I broke Ethan’s heart. I lost my best friend, and I’m responsible for breaking them up. Nothing will ever be the same. There’s no way things can go back to to normal after this.
* * * *
I was laying in bed with Grayson. We didn’t have sex. We were just laying together. He had his arms wrapped around me, tracing circles into my back, as I buried my face into his chest, and my thoughts started taking over me.
Was it worth it?
I was literally living every fan-girls dream, when I became friends with the both of them, and I screwed everything up. Was it really worth hurting one twin, just to have the other? Was all of this worth ruining Ethan’s and I friendship? What about the fans? They are going to hate me when all of this gets out. They literally are going to tear me apart limb from limb. What about Grayson and I? Are we going to have a normal relationship after this?
* * * *
“Why didn’t you go after Ethan?” I asked Grayson who still had his arms tightly wrapped around me.
“And say what? Did you not see us out there? I know Ethan, and it’s best to just give him his space. We can talk whenever he’s calm. I mean we might not even talk anymore. I don’t know. Look Y/N I really don’t want to think about him right now. He gave me a bloody nose. He’s lucky you broke it up, or I would’ve beat the living shit out of him.” Grayson said, starting to sound a little angry again.
“I mean he did have a reason to give you a bloody nose…” I trailed off.
“I mean don’t get me wrong it sucks. All of this sucks. But if he decides to quit the Dolan Twins, and stop making videos than that’s fine. I mean I don’t want too, but I don’t see how we can get place this.”
“I love you Y/N, and I really want us to be together. Yeah this shit is fucked up, but we can get pass all of this. We can finally be together. Just you and me. Who cares what anybody says. We know what we have, and we can make it work.” Grayson said, sounding so genuine and so sincere.
“I might have cheated on Ethan, but Gray I hurt you too. I kept dragging you along, in this messy situation. I caused you to lose you’re relationship with your twin brother, and put your career on the line. All of this because I was being so selfish. I don’t deserve you either…” I said feeling the tears build up again.
“Baby-” Grayson tried to speak but I cut him off.
“No Grayson. All of this is wrong. I know you love me, but at the end of the day Ethan is your brother. Your twin brother. Your best friend, You two have always been there for each other. You can’t and you shouldn’t let a girl come in between you and ruin that!” I said, as I was pulling myself out of Grayson’s arms, and sitting up straight.
“What are you saying Y/N?” Grayson asked, plopping himself onto his elbow looking at me slightly confused.
“We shouldn’t do this Grayson. It’s not right.” I said, trying to hold back the tears. I wanted to disagree with myself, but I know I was right. There was no way in hell we could do this. As much as this is going to hurt him, it’s hurting me twice as much. Because not only did I lose Ethan, I’m about to lose Grayson too. As much as I love Grayson, and as much I wanted to be with him, I know I couldn’t be one hundred percent happy with him, knowing that I hurt Ethan, and knowing that I’m the one who put that hole in their relationship.
I got out of bed, and started to walk towards the bedroom door. Grayson grabbing onto my wrist. I didn’t want to turn around, because I couldn’t bare to see his face. I didn’t want to look into the eyes of another person that I’ve hurt. I couldn’t do it. I struggle to free my wrist, and hurry to the front door. Grayson followed behind me shouting for me to stop but I didn’t.
“Forget about me Grayson. You need to go find Ethan, and you need to make things right with him.” I said before walking out the door, and running down the stairs and to my car. I quickly jammed the key into the ignition, started the car and sped off. My phone kept going off beside me, and every time it was Grayson.
I turned my phone off, and threw it in my purse, tossing my purse in the back seat. I let sad music play through my car radio, as I took the long way home.
My heart wanted to explode from all the emotions I was feeling right now. I was sad. I was angry. I was confused. I was heart broken. I didn’t have Ethan, and I didn’t have Grayson. I lost the two closet people to know, all in one night.
Why did love have to be so complicated? Why was everything so twisted?
Imagine you and Chris going to your best friends’ wedding weekend. (Part C)
A/N: Part 4C 😊 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, ‘She Said Yes’, ‘Miss Graduate’, ‘Something Blue’, ‘Something New’ - Masterlist; ‘Baby Steps’: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B)
You stood at a distance watching Sebastian and Ava as they found comfort in the other’s arms. It was moments like those that you knew your best friend had chosen the right person to marry, someone who could disperse her nerves. Sebastian had chosen correctly too; he felt like he could breathe properly when he saw her waiting for him at the lighthouse. He swept her into his arms and kissed her until they felt like they were the only ones standing there. It was slightly uncomfortable for you, but you were happy for them. You found yourself smiling when you thought of the way Sebastian’s eyes lit up at the sight of his bride-to-be in her wedding dress. He had reacted similarly to the way Chris reacted when he saw you in your wedding dress for the first time; he couldn’t stop smiling, nor could he speak. Sebastian was in such awe, thanking the universe- and his best friend- for you so he could have Ava. The first words he got out after a minute or two of gaping was “I love you” and you’d almost swoon with Ava.
“Hey,” Chris slipped his hand into yours as he joined your side; you smiled at him then turned back to watch Sebastian and Ava. “I’ve never seen two people look as in-love as them,” he said and you immediately scoffed, gesturing between the two of you. “You didn’t let me finish,” he chuckled, squeezing your hand. “I’ve never seen two people look as in-love as them, other than when the two of us are standing in front of a mirror of course.”
“Of course,” you pulled your hand out of his and wrapped your arm around his waist instead, leaning into him as his arm draped over your shoulder. “Is it weird if I say I’m proud of them?” You asked Chris, smiling at Sebastian and Ava who had started their hand in hand stroll on the boardwalk. It was pretty obvious they were in their own world, talking and laughing. They looked so comfortable with each other now that you could barely remember how awkward they were when they first met; it seemed like a lifetime ago now. You were so happy for them as they were two fabulous souls that deserved everything they were getting with each other. “‘Cause I am really proud of them,” you continued when Chris said nothing.
“Me too,” he nodded with a smile. “But I’m proud of us too,” he said and you turned to him with a raised brow. “I mean- we did play matchmaker, remember?” He reminded you and you nodded, laughing. “If it weren’t for us, those two would’ve never met. Well-” he scrunched his nose. “They probably would’ve met, but whether or not they would’ve dated- that’s a different story. They can be flirty when they want to be, but- I don’t know, I’ve always felt like they’re both fairly passive souls. That’s probably why they work so well together.”
“Are we passive souls?”
Chris snorted, “you’re kidding, right?” You giggled because you knew the two of you weren’t at all passive- passive-aggressive, maybe. “Have you seen us when we argue, darling? Have you seen my interviews and tweets about politics or sports? Or rather, have you seen yourself when you get vocal about something you believe in?” He pressed his lips on your cheek, nuzzling his beard into your skin and making you laugh even harder as you squirmed. “We are as far away from passive as humanly possible.”
“And that’s why we work so well together,” you grinned at him and he chuckled with a nod. “What do you think Jack will be like?” You diverted your gaze to your belly when you felt him kick; Chris did too, 'cause you’d flinched. That kick was his third kick of the hour, keeping up with the pattern of his fetal movement. He was always more active around this time of the day, and in the evening just before bed. “He’s going to be a Pisces, Pisces are said to be the passive-aggressive type.”
“As much as I enjoy astrology, you know it’s-”
“A whole lot of bullshit?” You asked then laughed when he did. “Yes, I know. But you have to admit there is some truth behind it. I mean- look at me and tell me I’m not a hundred percent Virgo with my perfectionism and other annoying traits.” He bit back his smile and you giggled. “Yeah, and you’re very much so a Gemini. I know it’s not the planets or the moon and stars controlling us, but star signs can be pretty accurate sometimes.”
“Yeah, because we morph our personalities into something similar after reading these things. Or our parents read them and raised us a certain way.” You rolled your eyes, but you knew it was the logical explanation. “People aren’t affected until they know about it, it’s like a placebo almost. We want to relate and we unconsciously adapt. Raise a child with no knowledge of astrology and you’ll see, they’d end up with all the traits of every star sign 'cause they’re generic traits.”
“Okay, since when did you become so logical?” He laughed at that. “I was just saying, God. I’m not going to raise him based on his star sign, he can relate and adapt when he’s older. You know, if you don’t turn him into a skeptic first.” You quipped, drawing more laughter. “I just want to raise him to be a good person, a gentleman and a scholar.” Chris chuckled then smiled when you kissed his jawline and said, “just like his daddy.”
“You’re too kind to me,” he dipped his head and met your lips.
“The two of you realize we’re the ones getting married, right?” Sebastian’s teasing voice forced you and Chris to break your kiss. You both turned in their direction, stifling your laughter. “God, will the two of you ever stop being disgustingly sweet?”
“Probably not, no,” Chris shook his head then smiled at you when you laughed. “You two ready to get married and join the disgustingly sweet train?” Sebastian and Ava smiled at each other, then nodded at the both of you. “Okay then. It looks like we’ve got five minutes to get the two of you to where you need to be.” He kissed your cheek while Sebastian kissed Ava’s. “I’m going to take the groom back, you handle the bride. Let’s go,” he pulled his arm off you and walked off, glancing back to make sure Sebastian was following.
“See you soon, baby,” Sebastian looked back to wave at Ava and Ava blew him a kiss, smiling. “God, Chris. Wait up!” He started to jog when Chris disappeared around the corner. “It’s not like…” His voice trailed off with the distance.
“Feeling better?” You asked Ava, locking arms with her as the two of you slowly strolled back. You had to be careful with your steps considering you were both carrying lives inside your bellies. Ava wasn’t too worried, it wasn’t a far walk and she was the bride; the bride could be fashionably late, she could do whatever she wanted because it was her day.
“Much,” Ava nodded. “Now I know why you had to sneak off with Chris on your wedding day too.” She commented and you shot her a smug look, making her laugh. “I can’t believe I’m getting married to him, I feel so fortunate right now.”
“He feels the same way,” you told her with a smile. “Believe me, I saw the way he looked at you and there is no one in the world he’s going to love more than you.” Ava placed a hand on her belly and was about to correct you when you cut her off. “No, not even little peanut. You are number one, believe me.”
“Of course I do,” she smiled. “You’re an expert when it comes to being a guy’s number one.” You chuckled, knowing she was referring to Chris. “Do you remember that article we read where he said family came from an extension of the love you have your partner? That you needed to want the relationship more than the idea of having a kid?” You nodded. “Do you remember us thinking he got that from your series?” You nodded again, chuckling. “Well, did he? Did you ask him?”
“I didn’t ask, but he did tell me. He’s always carried that philosophy, but after reading my series- it sorta stuck with him even more, which is sweet.” You said and Ava nodded in agreement. “I definitely felt like it was a load off my shoulders 'cause while I knew I wanted to have kids with him, I didn’t know when. You know me, we talked about this before I even met him- I was afraid that if I did end up with him and didn’t want kids yet, he’d dump me or whatever.”
“And I told you he wouldn’t, but you didn’t believe me until you read that article.” She reminded you and you nodded, laughing. “And look where you are now, you’re happily married to your celebrity crush and carrying his baby. And I am too,” she let out a nervous, but excited laugh. “It’s kinda surreal, isn’t?”
“A little, yeah.” You nodded in agreement, smiling. Ava looked like she was about to talk again, but you interrupted before she could. “But it’s real and it’s happening and we’re going to late, so enough on me and enough on the surreality. Let’s go get you married, girl.”