Dolan Twins Imagines

^ Chapter Two ^

22nd July 2017

Dear Diary,

I'm sorry for not writing more yesterday but I couldn't think of anything else to put.

Anyway! Today was a good day, we made a lot of profits in the shop, Miles has told us that he's seeing someone which is more of a shock to all his fangirls. Emma has spoken to her mother for the first time in 3 years, she apologised and asked Emma if she wanted to go out for lunch sometime with the family. Any sign of Ethan? No.

Everytime the bell on the door sounds my heart swells with hope and everytime I'm disapointed.

I have to go know, I told Miles that I'd do some extra hours this afternoon, but maybe I'll write a bit more when I get back?

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I put my pen on my desk, shut my diary and shoved it into the draw. Within the next few minutes I touched up my make up, combed through my hair and pulled a random jacket from my wardrobe. I grabbed my work bag that was on the back of the chair next to my desk and walked out of my room and into the hallway 'Kassie?' Emma called from the kitchen 'Hey' I answered as I leant in the doorway 'I've just made some pasta, I put some out for you to take and eat later' She smiled handing me a plastic container with pasta and salad 'Thanks, I'll see you later' I smiled after putting the container levelly in my bag and then I began walking towards the front door.

I wondered down the many steps to the bottom floor and walked out onto the street. It wasn't that long a walk to the store but I couldn't drive there because my motorbike was having some damage repair done. It didn't bother me, I usually walk through the park and it doesn't take that long.

The walk through the park is very peaceful, it's a quiet, serene place. Full of laughing children and their parents following behind 'Be careful!' they yell 'Don't run' the children came to a stop by bumping into me. I smiled 'Woah calm down kids' a laugh escaped my throat and I knelt down in front of the two of them 'Is that your mum and dad?' I asked them indicating to their parents who were racing to get to us, the kids nodded 'You realise that everything they tell you and ask you to do is for your own good right?' they nodded again 'Be careful' I told them 'and don't let them go out of your sight' I smiled and stood up. The children turned to face their parents and they ran into their open arms 'What's all this for?' they both asked and smiled. The kids manoeuvred in their families arms to point and wave at me, I sheepishly waved back, the mother and father smiled and bowed their heads in thanks before walking off, hand in hand with their children. 

I reached the store just before 5pm which was an hour before Miles usually shut the store 'Are you sure you don't want me to lock up? I don't want to put too much work on your shoulders' He said, I walked into the backroom to hang up my coat and put on my little apron with all my equipment in it's pockets 'Miles if I'm going to be in here working on the dresses I'll be fine with keeping it open for a couple extra hours or so' I smiled, he sighed 'Alright okay, I gotta go Kassie I'm meeting Danny in half an hour' He froze hoping that I wouldn't catch on, I smiled 'Milessss?' I dragged his name 'Who's Danny?' I giggled and bit my lip to stop myself from smiling. He folded his arms and grabbed his stuff 'You know who Danny is Kassie!' He yelled before walking out the front door and I hled my stomach from laughing too hard.

I quickly pulled my hair into a messy bun with a hair bobble that I didn't realise was on my wrist. In our shop we have the first floor which contains the several shelves of shoes, the 10 odd railings of random dresses and then one side of the floor has been turned into a designing room with sowing machines, different materials and all the other essentials needed to make dresses. The second floor is more of a show room, with all the best dresses on mannequins and there are also fitting rooms. We also have a basement that is the store room (I think that is pretty self-explanatory).

I headed into the designing room after I'd turned on the raidio with a box of designs we need finishing before August. I grabbed the pencil that I placed behind my ear and began doing some rough sketches, some plain and some slightly more imaginative. Within the hour I'd finished several sketches and began to pick out some materials for a modernised ball gown, I debated over what colour it should be, then I stuck with baby blue. Before long I had the sections cut out and began pinning them together, ready for sowing. It usually takes a few hours to make a dress but I find that when I have my heart set on a design I can get it finished within two maybe? Miles thinks I spend too much of my time on dresses, yet there is a meditating feeling when I have a pencil in my hand. I began humming to the song that appeared on the radio, it's that Justin Bieber song that made all of his fans create shrines, Nothing like us? I think that's the title.

As soon as the chorus started I couldn't help myself and began singing.

There's nothing like us, There's nothing like you and me...

I tucked my pencil behind my ear and tightened the bobble, pushing back stray hairs from my face.

Together through the storm...

I chose my blue string and fitted it into the sowing machine, sat down and began to sow together one of the arms and body.

There's nothing like us, There's nothing like you and me...

And the other arm was attatched soon after, then the back of the dress was my focus.

Together...

'Crap' I hissed and clutched my finger that I'd caught in the machine.

I made my way to the back room where I cleaned up my hand quickly but because it was clearly not my day the door bell rang, followed by some crashed and hard breathing. I ignored the pain of my bleeding hand and ran into the store to find a guy my age curled up in a ball on several knocked down railings in the designing room, his face was bruised and his lip was bleeding badly. His eyes met mine, wide with fear, the bell rang again. About 7 guys burst in with their chests heaving as if they were running 'Can I help you?' I said startled, the tallest of them came forward 'Have you seen a guy, 'bout your age? He forgot his wallet at the bar' One of the guys laughed and handed over his wallet which had a photo of him in one of the pockets, I studied it carefully 'He might have come past here but I was in the back room, just caught one of my fingers in the sowing machine' I laughed clumsily, trying not to look at the guy hiding in the other room.

'Thanks doll' He winked, however still ticked off he's not found what he was looking for, and all of them exited the shop. I breathed in releif, I'm not the best actor. As soon as the gang of guys were out of view of the shop windows I ran to the designing room and crouched before the terrified teen. 'Ethan?' I asked gently while reaching to touch his shoulder but he jumped at my touch, his face looked back at me but his eyes were different, I repeated his name and he shook his head 'My name's Grayson. I'm Ethan's twin' He said. I turned off the radio, and helped him from the floor 'What happened?' I asked, leading him to the back room where the first aid kit was 'They wanted me, and got me' He said, one hand on his ribs and one hand in mine. The funny thing is, I didn't even realise.

*****

Goodnight Diary, I'll tell you more tomorrow x