do i matter?
summary: every couple has a fight right? it’s normal, isn’t it? grayson knew that he fucked up, he just didn’t know how he screwed up.
[word count: 1923]
[warnings: a couple of swear words]
requested: yeah | nah
“So I heard you and Grayson had a fight,” Ethan commented as he saw her eating a cup of ice cream.
She squinted her eyes against the Los Angeles sun and stuck her little spoon in the mound of ice cream. “You could say that.”
“Hey sister,” James greeted cheerily as he walked into the twins home and then stopped abruptly. “What the fuck happened in here?”
Emma who was behind James walked into his back, “Dude.” She walked around him and her eyes bugged out of her head, “What the fuck?”
Grayson who was sitting on the couch, his hair in disarray, who was obviously tired ran a hand down his face. “Uh, a raccoon got in?”
“And that explains the tornado that went around your living room?” James snarked as he picked up the cushion on the ground. “Did you and E have a fight?”
Grayson shook his head, “No.”
Emma sipped on her drink and began picking up the other items on the floor as well. “Did you and (Y/N) have a fight then?”
This time he leaned back on the couch and groaned, “I don’t know what the fuck happened.”
James and Emma shared a look and sat down on either side of Grayson. “Go back to the start maybe we can try and figure out what happened.”
Grayson let himself in, Ethan was out for the night spending his time with Bryant playing a Fortnite challenge. He tightened his hand on the bag of groceries in his hand and opened the door. “Honey, I’m home.”
“Kitchen!” She called out, Grayson walked over to the kitchen. “Hi babe,” she greeted, she leaned her cheek out and he pressed a quick kiss on it. “How was your day?”
“Good, how about you?” He listened to her day while placing away the groceries and passing her the ones that she needed.
“Babe,” she stopped her story when he passed her a bag of frozen corn.
“Ah shit,” he groaned. “You wanted corn on the cob.”
“It’s okay,” she mumbled.
He smiled sheepishly at her and began talking about his day. “Oh, and we had this group lunch today for business, and Taylor suggested this bubble tea drink and it was so fucking great.”
Before he even knew it the bag of corn she had in her hand was everywhere in the kitchen. “Are you fucking kidding me, Gray?”
In a state of confusion, the only thing that Gray could say was, “What is going on? What did I do?”
“Are you serious right now?” She narrowed her eyes at him and stormed off to the living room. “We’ve had this conversation a million times!”
“What?” Grayson followed her and tried as best as he could to try and think of what he did.
“You don’t even know what you did, do you?” She asked but he could tell that it was a rhetorical question. Her hands flailed around and she glared at him, “No, you tell me what you did this time.” She picked up one of the cushions on the couch and threw it at him.
He stood there in shock and opened his mouth a couple of times, “Was it?”
“Was it?” She mocked.
“Uh.”
“Uh,” (Y/N) repeated mockingly. “No, Gray, it wasn’t. And it’s fucking pissing me off that this has completely gone over your head like fucking everything!”
“Was it about the corn?” Emma asked as she sipped on her drink listening intently to Grayson’s story.
Grayson shook his head, “I don’t know.”
He had never seen her this angry, well scratch that, he’s seen her angry before but never directed at him.
“You know what? I need some air,” she grunted and began walking out of the door.
“(Y/N).”
She turned around quickly at him and pointed a finger, “No, Grayson, don’t follow me.”
“In all of your relationship, I have never seen the two of you fight,” Ethan commented as he listened to (Y/N)’s story.
She aggressively spooned the ice cream in her mouth, “Yeah, well there’s a first time for everything,” she bitterly spoke.
“Where did you go?”
(Y/N) made a face and placed another spoonful of ice cream in her mouth, “Turns out not very far. I was going to go for a drive and I realised that I left my keys in the fucking house.”
She groaned as she reached her car, realising that the keys were in the house. She turned back around and tried to open the door, she jiggled it a couple of times and realised that it was locked. “Are you serious?” She knocked a couple of times and when she realised that Grayson wasn’t going to come and open it for her, she complained under her breath and went around the back.
She jimmied the door a little bit, knowing the secret places of the door that would make it unlock. When she finally did it she wasn’t prepared for the weird greeting she was met.
“Jesus Christ, Grayson, stop it! It’s me, you idiot!” (Y/N) screamed, and repeated a couple of times.
“Oh God,” realisation dawned on him and he dropped the fire extinguisher on the floor. “Oh fuck, sorry, I thought you were a raccoon.” When he saw the look on her face, he knew that he said the wrong thing.
“Yes, Grayson Dolan because people look like fucking raccoons,” she spat. She picked up the extinguisher and began spraying him, the spray was so strong that he fell back on the couch, knocking over the lamp on the floor.
When James heard Grayson tell that part of the story he couldn’t help but stop laughing. “I’m sorry,” he said when he noticed Grayson’s glare. “It’s just, you gotta admit, that’s pretty funny.”
“I still don’t understand what happened between the two of you,” Emma commented, placing her drink on the table. “I do know that she doesn’t go crazy for no stupid reason.”
“So that’s why you’re mad at him?” Ethan asked as they both finished their ice cream.
“Yes! And it sounds so stupid but I’ve asked Gray to try a bubble tea every single fucking time we go out and he’s never tried it because he said it looked weird!” She explained exasperated. “And this Taylor who he doesn’t even like says that he should try it and he does!”
Ethan didn’t respond but just watched his brothers girl have a meltdown in the middle of the shop.
“And he does this with everything, E!” She pushed the cup away from her. “It’s not just the drink, it’s movies, places and clothes! It seems like he values everyone’s opinions over mine because he actually listens to them.”
“Have you spoken to him about it?”
“We tried to this morning but to be honest, I don’t think that he actually understood what he’s done wrong,” she ran a hand through her hair and sighed heavily. “It’s so tiring at this point.”
some time later
“Hey,” they greeted each other with the awkwardness of a first date. They looked at each other not really knowing what to say.
“This is stupid,” she finally spoke, laughing. That conversation with E this morning did really help.
“I’m sorry,” Grayson apologised.
This whole fucking fight was so tiring for them.
“Me too, I overreacted,” (Y/N) confessed sheepishly. “I missed you last night.”
Grayson nodded eagerly, in all their time they’ve never spent a night away together if they were in the same area. Last night was probably the worst sleep he’s ever had. “I missed you too.”
“Sometimes I just feel like that I have to express myself by shouting to let you know just how upset I am.” She looked at him with sadness in her eyes. “But everything is okay now, right? You get why I was upset?”
Grayson nodded once again, “I do,” but inside he knew that he really didn’t. Even after with James’ and Emma’s ‘help’ this morning, he still didn’t know what had happened but all he knew was that he was happy they were okay again.
“Look, let’s just put this past us, okay?” She arched a brow and gave him a kiss, “You know what you did, so now at least you can not do it again.”
He kissed her again, this time relishing in their moment. “I love you so much.”
“Maybe we can go to this place later that does these great bubble tea, ever since yesterday I can’t seem to stop drinking them,” Grayson spoke as he wrapped his arms around her, not knowing the couple of seconds after that they would be right back to where they were this morning.
She instantly removed herself from his hold and looked at him, “Are you serious right now? Have you learnt nothing from last night, Grayson?”
He looked confusedly at her, “It was about the bubble tea?” What the actual fuck?
“I have been trying to turn you to bubble tea ever since I’ve met you, Gray, and then some Instagram girl suggests it and you can’t stop craving it?” Each word she said she could feel her anger grow more and more. She honestly thought that everything was fine and everything was sorted, and he understood what was going on. Apparently not.
She placed her drink down rather aggressively, “it makes me feel like I don’t matter to you!”
Grayson watched as his girl storm away from the party and walk outside the balcony. The other three friends watched from the couch at the situation that just happened.
It took about five minutes until Grayson got his shit together and ran towards the balcony. She thought that she didn’t matter to him? That her opinions didn’t matter? She was literally the only person apart from Ethan that he needed validation from.
(Y/N) heard the door open and she let out a sigh, “I don’t really want to talk about this right now, Gray.”
“I can’t believe you don’t think that your opinion doesn’t matter to me, babe,” Grayson started, closing the door and walking closer to her.
“Do you remember that time that I was going to dye my hair that awful colour?” Grayson asked, knowing that she knew exactly what he was talking about. “And then you literally threw the box away because I was so sure that I would look good.”
“You would have looked like a giant booger,” she replied, rolling her eyes.
“Apart from that, do you remember when I said that I was going to take those classes to better my reading?” He asked and watched as she nodded. “And those times where I’ve had a fight with E and I come to you, asking you for help?”
He placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her around so she could look at him, “I can’t believe that you would ever think that your opinion doesn’t matter to me, when in fact it’s one of the most important,” Grayson explained. “I literally look up to you because you make me so much better. You’ve changed me for the better. I might miss a drink or a movie here and there but I have you all over me. It might not be on the materialistic side of things but the things that really matter, I have you all over me.”
She gave him a smile, “Mm, you’re about to.” She kissed him, pulling him into her arms. “Love you so much Gray.”
