WHAT MOTIVATED ME TO WRITE AN IMAGINE OF A FICTIONAL CHARACTER IMPERSONATED BY ETHAN AND GRAYSON SKDKSKSJSIDJ

I DONT KNOW MAYBE BECAUSE THIS FICTIONAL CHARACTER MADE MY HEART CRYYY, SO IM PROUD TO GIVE YOU THIS IMAGINE AS A TRIBUTE TO NOLAN DOLAN!!!!!!

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people never knew him personally, never even bothered too actually. his life was masked away by the popularity of his two brothers born on the same day as him, he's the invisible triplet. no one knows his true self; he's selfless, he's thoughtful and supportive, doesn't get mad easily, and he anticipates for the best for himself and his brother's.

he wants to mean something to someone.

but he's misunderstood, the endless bullying and nearly no love from his brothers made him lose almost all of his self esteem. he's quiet now, too shy to hurt anyone else other than his fragile yet already broken self.

Your POV
i giggle shyly, staring at the confident message written on a sticky note ethan passed to me during class. i blush greatly, and turn my head to meet his smirking face. him and i have been gathering feelings for eachother, but we are attempting to remain innocent by playing hard to get.

when is it time that you give me your number? he wrote, and i wrote below it, pay attention to the teacher, mr. dolan.

he reads it to himself after passing it back to him, and i hear a raspy chuckle escape his lips, which makes me excited.

the bell rings pulling me out of my chair, and walking away gracefully from ethan, and i knew he was going to stop me from continuing this game. and he's following me, i can hear the heavy knocks of his black leather boots hitting the ground.

i turn my head a blew a kiss in his direction, and he stops dead at his tracks, staring heavenly at me disappearing from his view.

walking through the hallways are the worst, all the nasty bullshit hidden in the classroom we're exposed outside of it, as i am witnessing a large crowd, the outer most layer of people silent, only watching, and the inner cheering on, and i stay far away from that mess, waiting for the dense area of people to clear the hallways.

as people start leaving the brawl or whatever it was, i notice the men surrounding the pour victim pound his books the ground, which then led me to aggressively walk to the spot to push these stupid boys away. i shove most of the guys while one was still dumping everything from the victims backpack, and i shove him away next and it seems as if all that crap was forgotten, as people walk pass us trying to look oblivious from the giant gathering.

that gang is ethan's friends, which made my eye twitch and cock my head to the side, but ethan told me he doesn't like them internally, which also made me rethink things.

i proceed to pick up the guy's books, i couldn't see his face since he looked shrouded in his "shell". i notice his brown suede jacket that overlapped his plain yellow t-shirt, but his hair was neatly made, only a few strands fall and curl along his forehead.

i take a look at all the stuff on the ground, "i see you love reading," i bring up, picking up a few torn books and handing them to him.

his voice was hesitant a little when saying, still looking scared of looking at me, since he's keeping his face forced towards the dirty hallway floors. "yeah reading i-is nice, but i'm not that good of a reader."

i frown from his response, but he looks up at me with the same face, and i got confused. his face has such close familiarity to ethan and grayson.

"c'mon, i'm not sure people would find any interest or excitement in these, this looks like science fiction minus the aliens and UFOs," i react.

i hear a sweet soft chuckle that makes my heart jump, but i'm still confused of this person that looks like one of some relatives to ethan. "it's interesting once you understand the plot of it."

i smile from his response, hearing little squeaks and pitch changing in his voice. "my name's y/n," i say still analyzing all the similarities.

he gives a tight smile, looking at me while picking up more of his textbooks. he pinched his, rather crazy complex-looking glasses upon the bridge of his nose before saying, with such a fragile voice that makes me shudder, "i like that name."

i nod my head, thanking him before we stand up since we collecting everything he had. he buries his hands in his pockets while i stay watching him. "my name's nolan, nolan dolan."

"nolan...dolan?" i ask, and i feel my blood boil when repeating that last name in my head.

"yeah, i'm one of the triplets to ethan and grayson," he says with a broken look on his face, realizing that i never knew him as a brother to them.

on the other hand, i was pissed off that ethan never told me anything about nolan, "you're their brother?"

"yeah, i know, very ironic judging by my low social status compared to them, they're mostly known as twins," he says looking down. "...when it's, uh...really triplets."

"why the hell did they never tell me this?" i raise my voice looking around in complete anger towards ethan, yet utter sympathy towards nolan. i never knew, and i'm mad for not knowing it, my mouth is firm and my cheeks are on fire. "i'm so sorry, i'm a complete jerk for being so oblivious-"

"it's okay, i grew used to it, at least they're happy," NOLAN (NOT ETHAN) says with a forced smile pulling his backpack behind him, and i watch this-very polar opposite to ethan and grayson-guy fix his hair, but it accidentally parts in the middle, but he didn't care. "sorry for wasting your time-"

"nolan you aren't wasting my time," i say after hearing the bell ring. i rethink everything, and then i look at him again. he waits patiently for me since i look like i have a lot to say. "i hope we can talk sometime?"

his face went red, and i notice his fingers playing with eachother. he face brighten up at the same time to my words, "uh, yeah, sounds like a plan."

"and those guys that thought they were so much better than you..." i say leaning close to nolan, and i think about all the drama ethan brings up about his friends "...i know all their stupid shit so if they really think that they're so cool, i have a whole lot to say."

nolan is wide-eyed, watching me raise an eyebrow at him. he gives a faint chuckle, and we part ways to our classrooms, but my fury is still waiting to be exploded.

i catch ethan in the hallway, and i asked him if we can talk. his smirk grew, which made me cringe a little since he had no clue what's on my mind. he's oblivious of my stern look and my reddish face, but he then realizes it when he look one good look at me up and down. "you angry or something?"

"i kind of am ethan," i mutter. "why didn't you ever tell me that you're a triplet?"

he stays silent, except for the stressed huff escaping his lips. i continue what i was saying, knowing damn well that he should just keep his mouth shut. "he told me how you and grayson are his brother's, is there something i'm missing?"

"yeah, you shouldn't be hanging out with him," he mutters.

"is there something that i don't know?"

"nolan is bad news," he says confidently, and i lose my confidence with that. ethan gives me a smirk.

"what do you mean?" i say, remembering nolan's soft smile and sweet giggles.

"y/n, nolan is...well-not normal like what you thought."

i shake my head violently, "ethan that's not true, i talked to him and he was so shy and scared."

"you don't know his true colors, angel," he says. it's my turn to keep my mouth shut. "nolan isn't a good brother. he's not right, he's stupid. all he does is treat me and grayson like shit at home."

"is it because you never acknowledge his presence. no one even knows he's your triplet, even me?"

"yeah, well...he just terrorizes us for his own enjoyment, he punches me, y/n," he says. i look at ethan's strongly built muscles and think about nolan's soft arms and his slouching posture. "he can beat me up, and i can't fight him back, because i want to be a good brother to him.

"i tell him everyday that if he acts normal, then maybe i'll be proud to call him my brother to this school," ethan finishes.

"but he was being bullied by your so-called friends. i witnessed it, they threw punches and threw all of his books to the ground."

"ugh, y/n, im not considered a part of their group. and he tried so hard to act all innocent, it makes me disgusted. he thinks he's all 'i'm too weak to fight' when all his does is tear me and grayson to the ground," ethan says fixing his leather jacket. i notice ethan's anger build up, and he's trying hard to not show it, but i can see it.

i mutter to myself, still thinking about nolan.

"i'm glad you're a sweetheart to him, since i know how much of a kind angel you are," he says before getting close to me. "but i will lightly warn you to stay away from him."

it's been a few days since i listened to ethan's "warning". i don't know whether or not he's believable, so ive still been meeting up with nolan once in a while, feeling welcomed just by his sweet smile.

i walked down the gradually clearing hallway rethinking all the things ethan said about nolan, as if he wasn't really a brother to him at all. just from that, i can tell their bond isn't brotherly, or at all strong. nolan's lanky body compared to ethan and grayson's sculpted physique, nolan's shy flinching and stuttering compared to ethan's intimidating look, nolan's soft oversized clothes compared to ethan's edgy leather jacket and narrow black boots...it just makes me confused to the fact that they live together or share the same blood.

along the tile floor i notice nolan, sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall eating a spoonful of baby pink frozen yogurt, licking the edge of his lips as a few pin-drops of pink ooze down his rose petal lips, and i immediately turn to his direction and made my way, which made him perk up to meet me. "oh, i didn't think you would walk up to me," he mumbles.

"why would i do that?" i ask seeing him dip his spoon under the puddle of frozen pink yogurt. "never mind, what flavor?"

"strawberry, with sprinkles...b-but i ate them all quick since...i don't know, i like sprinkles," he says, taking the spoon into his mouth. i giggle from his soft, cheeky words and smile.

standing up looking down at him sitting shyly on the ground, i react by sitting next to him. i watch him look at me with such a surprised look, it made my heart ache quick. he keeps his eye on me, still holding the rainbow colored cup in his hand, and squeaks out a "hi," as if he doesn't know what else to say.

"hi."

a long and awkward amount of silence, except for the tapping of shoes on the floor as kids urge to leave the school.

"whatcha doing here, sitting alone," i say, but immediately regret saying alone.

"um, i wait for ethan and grayson here, since they drive me home. i usually just sit and read, buying frozen yogurt too," he says, showing off his half empty cup.

"that's nice, i like how you love reading," i say, and give a good stare at how his face slowly gives a color of red. he looks so vulnerable, he has a curious gaze at me with his sparkly hazel eyes that would sometimes travel around my face.

"th-thanks," was all he could manage to speak out. "you look beautiful today...well everyday, b-but i just wanted to say that you, you look beautiful today."

another set of awkward silence as i try not to let the heat of my face get the best of me.

"hey, did you want to hang out after school...uh, even though it is already after school?" i question, and immediately, nolan's eyes went wide, and his face went pale.

"uh...really?" he asks, playing with his nearly melted frozen yogurt. "i-i'm not saying i don't want you to hang out with me...it's just...my house?"

"i mean if that's what...something happen?"

"it's just...people," he mutters, then scoops into his yogurt only for find out there's no more. he grows a frown from drowning himself in sweets too quick to even savor it.

"it's okay, my place?" i ask, then noticing his face light up since i was actually trying to hang out with him.

"i mean, sure," he says, and he stands up waiting for me to lead the way to my car. "i don't want to waste your time though."

"you never wasted my time," i said, grabbing his rather shaking yet warm hand into mine befor walking towards the door. his hands are soft, and just the skin of our palms touching feels like an entire explosion of adoration. his hand can make me blush when grasped around mine tightly and securely.

"wait!" he says. his hand leaves mine, its cold and lonely now, but i see nolan walk towards a trash can, throwing away his yogurt cup.

the car ride was kind of fun. i was expecting a long painful time of silence and awkwardness. nolan did feel slightly shy at first, but then, after desperate attempts to get him a little less nervous, we actual got some useful conversations. well, not that useful.

"my favorite color is yellow, like this shirt," he says ruffling up the yellow fabric. i brought up how it's one of my favorite colors on him a while ago, but he also said he never gets new stuff. he elaborates how he's willing to save all of is money just to buy a house or an apartment only for himself and just to be himself. not much was explained after that, i don't think i need one.

"you would look so pretty in yellow," he brings up. "wait, not like you aren't pretty now, but you know what i mean, right?"

"thanks, nolan. you always look good in yellow."

"cause i wear it almost everyday," he exclaimed.

"you seem aesthetic; vintage glasses and clothes," i comment, looking at him up and down.

"my clothes are vintage?" he says feeling his suede coat with his fingertips. i casually watch his play with the zipper of his jacket, humming to himself. he licks his lips in a subtle manner, leaving his lips red and glossy. "yeah, maybe i have some old fashion aesthetic."

and we laugh it out.

my house was in our view, and i couldn't ignore nolan's reaction. his mouth a gap, as if he never saw anything like it before. "you're house is nice."

i laugh sheepishly. "well then, i'm glad you have interest."

after parking at the driveway then reaching the door, i open it and nolan walks in slow. his eyes avert to everything around him, "this place...is so clean."

he looks at me, pointing at his shoes. i tell him it's fine, so he doesn't have to slip out of them. he explores only the area around him.

"have you ever seen a clean house?" i ask jokingly.

"only the day i clean it, some people at my house don't really stay tidy," he says, fiddling with some leaves of a plant that i have. "it smells nice here, it's really fragrant."

"thanks, nolan," i squeal, kind of excited for how kind he is. i watch his meet some flowers, looking at them so dearly.

"they have such soft petals, and smells like faint perfume," he says, a small frown touching his face. "back at home, my delicates never survive."

"i'm sorry about that," i mutter.

"it's fine, i'm just happy that you are happy," he says looking at me up and down, studying my quick growing blush.

he studies my decorations, reaching my family photos, while i study him. his face concentrated on the pictures, his eyes gazing under his delicate, long lashes. "you hungry?" i ask, opening the fridge.

"i'm fine," he lies, and i know that. he gives me a fake smile, when visibly he's a little nervous.

"i'll just cook something from the oven."

"cookies?"

"why not," i say pulling out the tray along with pre-made cookie dough. (if you don't know toll house premade cookie dough, i be confused of your sanity).

i watch him munching on his hot cookie while watching tv next to me. i can tell he knows i'm watching him, but i know he's trying to stay looking forward.

but that was when i hear a knock on the door, nolan looking behind him to see the door. "uh, is it your parents?"

"probably not, it's a little early," i mumble standing up, watching towards the door quickly.

peeking through the window, i see someone that made my heart leap out of my chest. he was outside, with a furious look, and i gulp.

having the bravery to open the door was so hard. i knew damn well who this man is, and just knowing him and everything he says only makes me feel intimidated. but i've had a long crush on him, and i still feel it.

i open the door, and i immediately get pulled outside by his strong arm.

his dark eyes was right on mine, as we were inches apart. "why him, out of all the people?"

"w-what?" i stutter but his grip tightens a little.

"i told you how sick and twisted he is. nolan doesn't deserve you, you deserve someone else that's not two faced and creepy," he warns.

"ethan, you're scaring me, and my arm hurts," i wince.

he softens the grip, and mumbles, "sorry."

he's making this so hard for me. "ethan, how do you know where i live?"

"y/n," he answers, "you know me well, so asking that is stupid."

"okay," i drag feeling his hand rubbing on my skin where his strong hand was wrapped around tightly before. i don't know who to trust anymore. ethan and nolan both make me rethink everything. i'm a nervous wreck, watching ethan's intense stare on me.

"y/n, why didn't you listen to me?" he spoke. "i tell you he's not normal, but you don't trust me."

"because i don't, ethan. i don't even think i can trust nolan either," i shout.

"you shouldn't trust nolan."

"i don't trust you either, ethan, i don't whether or not you neglect nolan or simply bully-"

"what's going on-ethan?" i hear beside me, and it was nolan, who suddenly tucked his hands in his jacket and pulled it tighter around him. nolan's eyes were filled with pure fear, and i can see it. ethan's furious gaze before, came back, and his body slowly walked towards nolan. my hand reaches his chest that lies under his leather jacket, and i push him away.

"y/n's mine," ethan threats, and i turn to watch nolan.

"wait, y/n, you know him personally?"

"not really, i just talk to him at school," i answer.

"she was going to be mine until you had to decide to not be invisible unlike usual!" ethan interrupts, and i push him farther away.

"i-i didn't know you two had a thing," nolan says backing away, and i could see the glaze in his eyes, which makes me bite my lip.

"we were only friends nolan," i mutter, partially lying when thinking about it.

"are you sure?" nolan says. "i don't want ethan or you to feel like youre forced to be part of my life."

"nolan, it was never forced," i said, and ethan was watching this tumble and smack his face all at once, watching the two of us staring at eachother.

"i'm glad your my friend," nolan says with the shyest grin pushing his hand deeper in his pockets, scrunching his nose to try to move his glasses up his nose. my heart explodes internally, watching this gorgeous man turn vulnerable around me.

ethan was still there, watching us still. his pushing against my hand weakened, and i react by looking at him surprised. "nolan, call me when you want to go home."

"okay," nolan answers, looking down.

ethan gives me a slight smile, and tries to catch nolan's glance, but he never got it, so he walked away to his car. leaving nolan and i.

i look at nolan with sympathetic eyes. "wanna go back inside?"

"no, let me first explain myself," he says sitting down on the grass, looking lazily at the vibrant sunset sky. i meet with him, waiting for him to speak, but it seems a little hard for him to talk. he hesitates a little before saying, "uh, simply, you know about ethan and grayson being my triplets?"

i nod my head. he continues, "well, i was the one that wasn't really treated rather fairly. it's, weird. i-him and grayson kind of don't count me in things. i never did anything to hurt them, and i never ever want to hurt them, they're my brothers."

i hear him sniffle a little. "they simply don't treat me like i'm like their brother. grayson and ethan both have a strong bond, unlike mine with them. they just...they just don't accept me. they would exaggerate my actions or what i say. but i don't want you to get mad at them though, i don't want them to think i'm being dramatic, and yet again, they're my brothers."

i watch his smile lightly, wiping a little tear gliding down his face, and looks down to my hand nervously holding his, "but all i'm thinking about now is just talking with you. i'm so freaking happy you're my best and only friend, you treat me so well. and i appreciate it, love you so much for that."

"nolan," i breathe. "thank you."

"i hope you aren't doing this out of sympathy."

"i promise you it's not a way to feel sorry for you."

"thanks y/n, i'm glad im actually part of at least one person's life," he says smiling. the vulnerability is so high.

"nolan, you're so sweet."

he giggles. "thank you."

we lay down, and i look at him. "you laying on the grass looks so aesthetic. the outfits really helping, and your glasses too."

we lay watching the skies oranges and yellow turning to pinks then baby blues. it was sight to see, and the hand held around mine was a touch to feel. my smile was as large as nolan's.

i decided to combine the parts okayyy