dolan twins imagines

best friend (g)

[listen to 'don't matter to me' by drake]

grayson had been your best freind since what had always felt like forver. his twin, ethan, had been with your sister for a while now.

today was a tuesday, the day where grayson and his twin brother would upload a video to youtube. you check out their channel but it's got nothing new.

so you march over to their house, ring the doorbell like a madman and wait fir someone to come and open the door.

a tired and glum looking grayson greets you in the doorframe. he's in his sweatpants, topless with a cute bed head.

"good morning, mr stripper.", you say jokingly and punch him in his stomach, feeling his abs.

"hey, personal slut.", he mumbles and smiles.

everyone tells you that he has feelings for you. you didn't want to believe it, but you knew that on the inside you felt the same way.

you walk past him and scrunch your nose.

"you definitely need deodorant.", you instruct and march to his bedroom. he closes the front door and follows you.

"you still haven't posted anything.", you say annoyed, tapping your foot.

"sorry. no ideas.", he says. "do a trivia.", you suggest. gray shakes his head.

"e is going on a date with your sis, all day date.", he grunts and sits down on his bed.

you point at yourself, accidentally to your boobs. he smirks and laughs and you roll your eyes.

"yeah, why not? best friend trivia it is.", he says and puts air quotations around 'best friend trivia'.

or was it only around 'best friend'?

•after uploading•

"Couple goals😍💕👏🏻"
"Marry her omlllll💞💦🔥"

that is what the comments are like. you pinch your cheek to make sure that you're not dreaming.

g puts an arm around you and turns off his phone. you lean onto his buff but comfy shoulder.

"wow.", is all you can say and smile. "i could kiss you, you know?", he says and you look up at him in shock.

"best friends don't kiss, gray.", you remind him with a hint of hope in your voice.

"sometimes they do.", he says and puts his hand onto your neck. you both lean in and you can smell his scent.

you don't need to be a genius to find out what happened with the label 'best friend'.

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me edititing;
holy tortillas, this shit was cheesy enough to serve 9272819 cheeseburgers.
love that.
xx,cece