they are both artists but have very very diffrent art styles so they always argue about what's better and why
rage baiter and rage baited duo
whenever jamie is speaking keith will cut him off
same goes for jamie when keith is speaking
when they were kids grayson would always take jamie to football practice and keith would start crying because he wanted to play with jamie
they go to the arcade pretty often, just for fun
they won't admit it but they love each other trust
when Keith got born Jamie crossed his arms and said "NO MI MAM NO YOURS"
They always go out and do random stuff, but Jamie can be very socially awkward
Jamie used to be severely bullied and Keith learned how to box as a joke, now it's one of his favourite things to do
Grayson used to take them to different events until they accidentally lit a fire 🥰
They are literally each others best friends
Jamie did NOT approve of Keith's first girlfriend, and that made Keith break up with her (little did he know that she'd be convicted for murder less than a year later)
Keith spent to much time with Xander
They play video games together 24/7, so often that Grayson had to give them an entire room just for them to hang out
They get to go to the super bowl every year
Keith is the person who convicted Jamie to start playing football again (American)
They are each others cheerleaders
Keith will NEVER NEVER NEVER admit it but Jamie is his biggest role model
They always piss Nora off when they're with each other and will sit on her lap
Ends with her pushing Keith of and punching Jamie
When Lyra gave Jamie "the talk" he walked out looking petrified and that made Keith think he got in trouble
Jamie just told Keith that Lyra had been extremely mad at him
Keith makes Jamie take a break every other hour when he studies so he doesn't get overworked
Jamie helps Keith through his panic attacks and talks him through it every time he gets anxious
they are both Comic nerds
( these were HEAVILY inspired by me and my siblings relationships)
Two months. It had been two months since the grandest game ended. Two months since I met Lyra Kane. Two months since I had messed everything up. The words were still ringing in my head. She's my Avery too. Why had I ever said that? She thought it meant that I was still in love with Avery, of course she did. And she left. No message, no goodbye, not even one last asshole. After I'd said it she had gone completely silent, looked me dead in the eye and left.
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I hadn’t heard anything from Lyra since November. I had to call her. That had been my New Year's resolution, but I didn't have her number. I had even made social media accounts just to try to find her on them. Nothing. So I did what any other person would’ve done. I called Nash Hawthorne.
“Grayson, it’s 1AM why the hell would you call me this late”, he said. Not even a ‘hello’. “Because i- i need help Nash, it’s about Lyra”, i said my tone was more emotional than what I'd hoped it would be. But I needed to see her. to explain everything to tell her that I love her. I Grayson Davenport Hawthorne was down bad for this girl but I'd never admit it to any of my brothers even if I were being tortured to death. “Go to Miles End, who knows, she might be there”, Nash said after a very long pause. "Where is it located?”I said. “A small town in New Jersey i’ll send you the cordinates” Why the fuck did Nash know where Lyra lived? Had they been talking? Why hasn’t he told me?
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I packed a bag ,called our private jet. And the next thing I knew I was on a flight to New Jersey, just to explain everything to the one person I had been waiting to meet all my life. Not very Grayson Hawthorne if you asked me. But I knew that I was willing to give up everything for this woman, even my suits. And I did give up my suit. At least for the time when I was going to be Miles End. Her parents that would probably be there would think I was some above-it-all-asshole finance bro. So I had packed a pair of light blue worn down jeans and a white old t-shirt I had worn last when I was in high school. They still fit me, and honestly I didn’t look as bad as I’d thought I would. I sat down, fixed my hair and waited. I was almost there. I was going to meet Lyra again. I was going to apologize. I was going to explain.
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She’s my Avery too. She’s my Avery too. She’s my Avery too. No the fuck the wasn’t she was Jameson’s Avery a close friend of mine. A sister to me. For the longest time I had thought Avery was the one I wanted, for the longest time I hadn't been able to get over her. But then Lyra called me. And I had in some weird way fallen in love with the voice on the other end of the phone, then I’d been lucky enough to finally meet the owner of that voice and I fell for her the moment I had laid my eyes on her for the first time. I love you, Lyra Catalina Kane, more than I have ever loved any soul who's walked on this planet. There were over 8.3 billion people on this earth and I had somehow met her. And she despised me. Hated me. Probably didn’t want to see me. But hey everything is worth a try and that was what I was going to do. I called a cab, got to a hotel and showed my black card at the reception. When I was in the suite I bought a red ferrari for some weird reason. Even though I already had a spider blue one. Maybe because I wanted to impress her parents. A few hours later I was out.
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When I had pulled up to the driveway I was considering going back to Texas before getting out of the car. If she had told her parents I was dead. No seriously. When I rang the doorbell it didn’t even take five seconds before a man with chestnut brown hair, broad shoulders and a flannel shirt opened the door. Keith Kane. And he was holding a gun. Great, really.
“Keith put the damn gun down!” A woman's voice. Sophie Kane’s voice. Lyra’s mom. She showed up by the doorway and stood right next to Keith, who wrapped his arm around her shoulder. She smiled warmly.
“Who are you? If you don’t mind me asking of course”, she said. Before I answered I studied her blond hair and amber eyes. The same eyes as Lyra. But that was quite it.
“I’m Grayson Hawthorne”, I said firmly. Even though I was practically shaking inside. “Is Lyra home?”
“THAT GRAYSON HAWTHORNE, THE ONE WHO BROKE MY DAUGHTERS HEART”, Sophie said. “Let me explain, Mrs. Kane.” Though that didn’t work she kept yelling at me. I let her. I deserved it. She was cursing. Keith was clearly trying to keep calm and not join her, I could tell by his expression. But he just stood there completely silent as if Sophie would start yelling at him instead if he spoke up.
“But anyways, she’s at the grocery store sweetheart!”, she said. Keith leaned down and whispered something in her ear which made her look terrified. I was personally very shocked by how she had gone from scolding me to quite literally giving me a pet name. Though I did need that scolding.
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Finally I was at the grocery store, and there she was. My Lyra. I didn’t even know how but she looked even more ethereal since the last time I’d seen her.She got more beautiful every minute i stood here and watched her, full lips, amber eyes, just the way I remembered. Lyra Kane, you are ethereal in the best possible way. She had straightened her hair, half-up half-down was the name of the hairstyle, though I wasn't sure. I met her buying limes.
That was what I had told Gigi, and now guess who was buying limes. She was wearing a normal pair of bootcut jeans paired with a baggy christmas sweater, even though christmas was a month ago. And she was standing there,in the vegetable aisle, buying limes. Just like I had told Gigi three years ago. And then I was standing right behind her. I picked up a lime.
“Who even likes green lemons?”, she said without glancing back. That voice. That goddamn voice. I couldn’t say anything. I just stood there completely silent, hoping she wouldn’t turn around. If she did she would slap me, without hesitation.
“Excuse me! It’s rude not to say anything back you bastard!” She said right as she turned around. And then there was silence. There were mere inches between our lips but all I wanted to do was kiss her. Even though it would be the last time I ever did.
“Lyra, we need to talk”, I said. Why hadn’t I worn a suit?
“There’s nothing to talk about Hawthorne boy. Why don’t you just go back to Texas?”
“We need to talk.” I said it again, more serious, more punctual.
“Fine”, she said. “I choose where.”
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When we left the grocery store she told me to drive back to Miles End, but we didn’t go back into the relatively large house. She took me to the woods. For a minute I thought she planned on murdering me and hiding my dead body in the creek, but she didn’t. We walked in silence for what felt like forever until she finally decided to say something.
“You wanted to talk, so talk”
It started raining right where we stood and the sun had set around half an hour ago. It was quite literally freezing cold
“I’m sorry, Lyra. I did not mean to say that about Avery, I'm not telling you it’s because I don't love her. I do. But she’s a sister to me. And honestly it just slipped out. Then you didn’t even yell at me, hit me, god you didn’t even look at me before you left. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about- about you. Only you, Lyra. So all I’m trying to say is that, I love you. I love you, Lyra Kane, a long pause. Now you don’t have to love me back, what I did was wrong and I regret it every day. I just had to tell you” Silence, again.
I really hated the way she went silent. It was more terrifying than her yelling at me. But then she looked up at me. Right as I was about to leave.
“Fuck you Hawthorne. But there is a little problem, I think you might've misunderstood why I got mad at you. I didn’t get mad at you because i hate you. I got mad because I love you too”
And then I kissed her. It wasn’t soft, nor was it hungry. It was right in between. All i knew was that I didn't want to stop kissing her. Ever.
"I got a hotel room not to far away from y'know", I murmured in between kisses.
"Mhm, you look good without, suits y'know"
The rest of that night is history from now on. Her parents do probably still hate me though.
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