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For some reason, I was a little nervous to go over to Grayson's house. Yeah, I think he's cute but I only think of him as a friend.

I put on a pair of leggings that I think I bought from like target or something and a V-neck shirt. I always wear my slides no matter the ocassion.

I went downstairs and grabbed the keys to the car. "And, where are you going?" my mom asked. I slowly turned around seeing her arms crossed.

"I have an English project due so I'm going my partners house. Her name's uhm, Sydney." I lied. She hummed before nodding.

"Don't come home late, love you." She said before I said it back.

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I finally got to Grayson's house and it was humungous. I knew they were rich but I was shocked from just what I was looking at on the outside.

I texted him I was here and he was already by the door waiting for me. "Jordan, you're finally here!" He greeted. I awkwardly waved at him and walked into the house.

He closed the door behind me and he lead me to the kitchen. "You hungry? I could make us something or whatever you like." He suggested.

I smiled, "No, i'm good thank you." I said. Why was I acting so proper? It's Grayson. His house was super quiet I felt like he could hear me breathing from across the island that was in between us.

"I'll show you my room. That's where we will do everything." He grinned. I kept on replaying that in my head. Fuck, I have such a dirty mind; it's sickening.

We walked to the other side where his double stairs where. "Ladies first." He said. Or, he just wanted to look at my ass. I'm just kidding, or am I? I don't know honestly.

We finally got to his room and it was a decent size. It was colored green and hanged up were posters of football players as well as the singer, Rihanna. "Cool room." I blurted.

"Thanks, J." He blushed. He grabbed his computer and placed it on his bed. As we were setting up, I started to things movie in the attic but I brushed it off.

Then, I heard it again and I knew I wasn't going crazy because Grayson also looked up at the ceiling. "What was that?" I mumbled.

"Ugh, it's my brother." He sighed. He has a brother? He obviously is either younger or older because he doesn't he isn't in our school.

"You have a brother? I didn't know that." I said. He looked rather annoyed with all these questions but I was just so curious.

"Twin brother, to be exact." He corrected. My jaw dropped. He has a twin brother? Okay, seriously do need to stop with the questions.

"Wow, that's fun. One last question, why doesn't he go to with school us?" I questioned. 

"His name's Ethan. Ethan, well Ethan is special. He has social anxiety and has Dysthymia depression. He is so shy and never talks to anyone unless he really likes you I guess."

"When we moved from New Jersey to Florida, he got even worse. So now, he does online school while I go to public school." He said.

He sounded so precious.. angelic. I felt the need to be friends with him. "Can I meet Ethan?" I muttered.

It took him a little while to respond, "Usually I wouldn't let people, but I feel like he would like you." He smiled

I got up from his bed and opened the door, "aren't you coming?" I laughed. He shook his head. "Trust me, he will only want to talk to you." He admitted.

I turned to the corner where the stairs to the attic was. Now, I was more nervous than I was when I was just thinking driving to Grayson's house.

As I was about to knock on the door of Ethan's room, I heard some type of grunting. My eyebrows furrowed and I was confused. I opened the door and what I saw was, no words to describe.

He had his laptop open on the left of his bed and his hands were under the blanket going up and down. There was lotion and and a box of tissues on the desk next to him. I gasped.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry I'll leave you to whatever you were doing." I said while covering my eyes.

"I-i.. n-no it's fine, stay." He whispered yet I could still hear him perfectly. I opened my eyes and I noticed he attempted to put the lotion and tissues under his bed.

He seemed out of breathe as he had beads of sweat drip from his tanned forehead. "M-my name's Ethan." He stuttered.

"I'm Jordan, it's nice to meet you." I said.

"I-i've never talked to a pretty girl before.." he looked down at his sheets that were bundled on top of him.

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