#pt avery

[lyrakanefanatic]

If tig characters had twitter pt: 10

This series has finally hit double digits (also this is the first one im making in a while damn 😪)

BTW BY “MFS” MAX MEANS MOTHERFAXERS!!! DON’T GET IT TWISTED!!! 🤬🤬

[explosivequill]

My personal headcanon for Captain ✨️Horace✨️ Avery and Fin Dorsal is that they're ex-lovers. No I will not be taking questions 😃

[celestialspritz]

🍾HAIRS, BROWS AND HAIRLINES - FOLLOWERS GIFT PT. 4🍾

here is the fourth part of the gift in a less than stellar format

so, four hair conversions for teen males - elder males, all under 14k polygons i blv? then eyebrows, unbinned, in the usual colours i use for hairs and then some hairlines, also in those colours. hairlines can be found in the facepaint category :D

credits - simkatu, clumsyalien, simstrouble, sunivaa, goppolsme, cosimetic, rheall

WINONA / CASEY / SOPHIA / AVERY / COSIMETIC EYEBROWS 31 + 35 / GPME EYEBROWS (merged sorry) / PROPER HAIRLINE / PRIM HAIRLINE

[veryimportantpeopleshow]

Tonight, on Very Important People - a special bonus episode, featuring additional footage from all of our incredible, insightful interviews throughout the season! Join host Vic Michaelis in revisiting interviews with Princess Emily, Denzel, Nana, Marionette Conqui and Zonton de la Doll, Kepl and Dr. Milk, Tommy Shriggly, Professor Avery Goodman, Jasper and Casper, Leighanna-Jean Gruthers, Pig #2, Martha Tops and Lucian Azathoth, and Augbert.

Launches at 7pm ET / 4pm PT on Dropout

[wish-i-were-heather]

A FOOL FOR YOU PT 4⤵ GRAYSON HAWTHORNE X READER

ABOUT: 2642 words, no use of y/n (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 5)

STORY: well, y'know. you can't ignore a 911 text from a hawthorne

WARNINGS: none really, reader does struggle to swim tho and freaks out a little

TAGS: @littlemissmentallyunstable @gretag13 @lanterns-and-daydreams @whatsamongus @alwaysthefangirl @zuzanna-jadw1ga @emelia07 @f4iry-bell @low-caloriesmonsterultra @that-daughter-of-hephaestus @jimcarreyfann42 @ravishinglyliving @maybxlle - lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist!

A/N: EEK I LOVED WRITING THIS. i didn't describe the reader's swimsuit because i don't know what everyone is comfortable with so i let you kinda imagine it however u want! i'm not sure how many more parts i can get out of this idea, there'll definitely be at least one more lmk what u think tho

He said please. 

Grayson didn’t lack manners. It’s not that he didn’t know how to say please and thank you. But he also wasn’t the kind of person to throw around a plea lightly. Grayson Hawthorne was, well, a Hawthorne. The name itself was a demand, not requiring a please. But he’d felt the need to say please to you. 

Maybe you were overthinking it. 

Or maybe you were still in denial, like Avery said you were. 

The texts came in at eight at night, too, which only raised more questions in your mind. If he wanted to talk to you, why hadn’t he just found you? Or simply texted you to meet somewhere? You didn’t understand why he’d felt the need to use the 911; you would’ve come if he’d just told you to go to the pool. 

Hawthornes did tend to have a flare for dramatics, you supposed. 

You had no idea why Grayson wanted you to meet him at the pool. He was a swimmer, sure, but that was very much his personal time. Grayson didn’t often appreciate people watching or joining him in the pool. But, you figured there was a chance he expected you to.

So you found yourself at her door again. Despite the faint conversation you could hear from inside, you knocked. 

Avery took longer than last time to open the door. “What’s up?” She asked. 

“Hey. Uh, do you have a swimsuit I could borrow?”

She frowned slightly, confused. “I mean I do, yeah, but why-”

You didn’t even have to say anything. You just showed her your phone screen with the text messages. Her eyes widened as she read them and she immediately opened the door wider for you. “Get the hell in here.”

Avery was already digging through the grand dresser. As you entered the room behind her, you noticed Jameson sitting on the floor in front of a deck of cards, giving you a curious look. “What-”

“Not now, Jamie,” Avery quickly answered. “Girl problem.”

That shut him up. 

“Don’t mind him,” she told you, turning back around with a few items in hand. “We were just playing solitaire.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Together? Isn’t that a one player game?”

“His idea, not mine. Managed to turn it into a competition too, somehow,” Avery shrugged. Jameson gasped dramatically but she continued before he could speak, bringing your attention back to why you asked for help. “So, I’ve actually never worn this one before, you could keep it if you want. Or-”

“That one’s fine,” you interrupted, taking it from her. “Can I change in your bathroom?” “Oh, uh, yeah, sure I guess,” Avery answered, clearly confused as to why you were so quick to answer. “Sorry, I’m just trying to get there as soon as I can. Thanks.”

You didn’t change completely, just putting it on and putting your clothes back on over it. You didn’t plan on getting into the water, but it was worth being prepared.

As you were stepping out of the room and thanking Avery, Jameson called, “Say hi to Gray for me.”

Your head snapped back. “What?”

“Come on,” he smirked. “He’s practically the only person who uses the pool, especially at this time. So tell him I said hi.”

Shaking your head, you just ignored him. Jameson was the type of person who could read people well, so odds are he probably already knew he was right. But you didn’t want to give even more of a reaction to him than you already had. 

Avery grabbed your arm though, before you left. “Hey, hey, good luck.”

You thanked her and left, just hoping Jameson wouldn’t try to watch from the window. 

~~

The cool night air hit you sharply as you stepped outside. It hadn’t been too chilly during the day, but you now found yourself wishing you were in more than just shorts and a thin hoodie.

Shivering, you made your way over to the pool. Your mind was racing the whole way there, but there wasn’t really anything else for you to be wondering. Grayson had asked for you to come to the pool, presumably either to swim with him or just because he was most comfortable there. Either way, it was pretty clear that he wanted to discuss what happened when he was drunk. But you still didn’t understand why he sent the 911. 

Good thing you were on your way to finding out. 

The pool deck was empty, save for a few lounge chairs. The fancy cushioned kind, the ones you would only find at a hotel. And the Hawthorne mansion, of course. 

On one of the chairs were two neatly folded towels- two. So he did expect you to get in the water with him? Where was he anyway? If he’d already brought out towels, why wasn’t he-

Splash.

You’d been too caught up in your thoughts and the sound of your heart racing in your chest to realize that Grayson was, in fact, already in the pool. Swimming laps because he was Grayson Hawthorne, so of course he was swimming laps when the sun had already set and the only light in the sky was that of the stars. 

Swimming had never really been your thing, so you didn’t know the exact stroke, but you would’ve been a liar if you said you weren't somewhat mesmerized. The way his arms went up and out, the way his fingers glided along the surface before entering the water once again. His legs kicked together, the movement fast and almost indiscernible under the blue of surrounding him. 

Grayson came up for air so quickly you couldn’t even make out his face, but your eyes caught on the way his hair flicked up with his head. It was certainly a skill, and he managed it so gracefully. You struggled to look away.

Thankfully, you were pulled out of your stare when he suddenly reached the wall nearest to you. Grayson’s hands touched the edge of the pool in perfect sync. You could see the red in his face, the tire he was giving himself from swimming. You wondered how long he’d been there before you found him.

Grayson met your eyes with a tired smile as he caught his breath. “You came.”

“You said 911,” you explained, sitting on the edge of the chair where he’d set the towels. “I figured it was pretty important.” 

“Yes, I did.” He nodded. “We do only get one of those a year, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t mention that to any of my brothers.”

“Got it.”

He was avoiding the elephant in the room. 

“Would you like to join me?”

You stared at him. “Excuse me?” 

“You’re excused,” he said. “Would you like to join me?”

Was he really just going to ignore the fact that he’d sent you such an urgent message? A 911 could’ve meant he was dying, for all you knew when you’d first received it. And what, it was because he wanted to go for a swim with you? There was more he wasn’t saying and you just wanted to yell at him to spit it out. 

Instead, you responded calmly. 

“Join you in the pool?”

Grayson looked you up and down and shook his head. “I suppose you can’t really, not without proper swimwear.”

You got in the pool in a suit when you were drunk, you didn’t say. 

“I have a bathing suit on under this,” you explained. “I just… why do I need to get in the water? Can’t you just tell me what’s going on?”

He took a deep breath. 

“I’ve decided I owe you an apology. For what happened.” You knew immediately what he was referring to. “I was reckless and foolish and unintentionally put the burden of myself onto you. It would have been easier for you to just leave me be, but you dealt with my mess. I appreciate that.” 

The silence that followed was only interrupted by the gentle lapping of the pool.

“See why I figured you should get in?” He asked. “We’d be at an even level. Better suited for such a conversation.”

“Or you could just get out,” you offered. 

“Please?” 

That word again.

Grayson Hawthorne knew what he was doing. 

“Fine,” you groaned, but really only half annoyed. You turned around as you began to take off the layers above the swimsuit, watching him in the corner of your eye as he looked away respectfully.

The cold hit you even harder now that you had removed your hoodie, and you hoped that the pool was well heated. 

“Okay, okay.” You began walking over to the edge of the pool where Grayson was. When his eyes found you, he stared for a little longer than normal before answering.

“You’re nervous,” he observed. “Can you swim?”

You shrugged, taking another step closer. “I know how to stop myself from drowning.”

Grayson moved out of your way and you sat on the edge of the pool with your feet getting wet. It was heated, thankfully. Comfortably so. No wonder he loved to come here at night. 

He was watching you silently. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, and it was killing you. Not that anyone could ever tell what Grayson Hawthorne hid behind those piercing eyes, but yet another question amidst everything that had happened that week was too much.

Of course he’s a mystery, he’s a Hawthorne. 

Before you could overthink it even further, you got in.

The warmth of the water enveloped you, contrasting greatly with the chill of the night air. You were holding onto the wall, not planning on letting go because your swimming skills were just barely above that of a child starting swim lessons. But Grayson’s intense gaze kept your heart racing. 

He swam towards you, grabbing onto the wall a little closer but still leaving a respectful distance between you. “Do you know why I sent the 911?”

“No,” you admitted. “It scared me.”

“I apologize for that. I panicked.”

You hadn’t expected that confession from him.

“You panicked?”

He nodded slowly. “I was afraid you’d think less of me after how I acted. You haven’t spoken to me in days, so I wasn’t sure you’d come otherwise.” The vulnerability in his voice was tangible.

“It’s not that I’ve been trying to avoid you, Grayson,” you explained. “I just… I mean, you haven’t spoken to me either.”

“I thanked you, I thought we were past what happened. I didn’t think we needed to talk about it.”

“You thanked me and then flirted and walked away.”

Grayson raised an eyebrow. “Did I?”

“You know very well what you did,” you said, trying to hide the blush on your face. 

He swam a little closer. His voice dropped to the same sincere tone it had adopted back when he was drunk. When you’d told him to be careful and he’d cupped your face. When he said he’d never hurt you, never. 

“Perhaps I do. But that doesn’t change the fact that I burdened you with my drunk self.”

“You’re not a burden, Grayson,” you told him, also pushing yourself closer to him along the wall. “It was no problem, really. Just a little entertaining.”

He chuckled, and you couldn’t tell if it was genuine or bitter. 

The way he was looking at you was making you feel something. Something you couldn’t name but… didn’t quite hate. You started to move yourself a little closer to him until-

Splash.

Your hand slipped off the edge of the pool, accidentally sending you back. Not exceptionally far or deep into the pool, but enough to make you panic. You could keep yourself afloat, sure, but not when you were suddenly pushed away from the only solid thing keeping your head above water.

But before you could fully let the panic set in, a strong arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you upwards.

The sensation of being lifted was disorienting. You were overwhelmed by the sudden rush of water and movement, then the lack of water as your head reached the surface again. Even if you’d barely been below the water for a few seconds, you found yourself gasping for air. 

Grayson’s arm around you was the only steady thing in the chaos.

“Hey, hey” Grayson spoke, and it took a moment for your startled mind to process the words. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

You blinked rapidly, trying to focus. It took a moment for your breathing to calm down, but you helped yourself by rationalizing it; you’d been under the water for maybe five seconds, there was no need to panic so much.

The shock had just gotten you.

His voice broke through again, focusing your vision and hearing on him. “Just breathe, in and out. Nice and slow, just like that.”

You followed his instructions, taking deep breaths. Your panic began to fade, and you became painfully aware of how close he now was to you, the proximity at which he held you.

Grayson didn’t let go as you calmed down, simply keeping you tucked protectively in his arm as if the water was threatening you. He used his free hand to reach up and brush a wet strand of hair from your face behind your ear. The gesture was so gentle, so careful, that you felt your heart flutter.

“Are you alright?” He asked. 

You nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I think so. Thank you.”

He only nodded in return, his usually sharp gray eyes beginning to soften as he stared down at you. He didn’t move his hand away after moving the hair out of your face. It stayed there, lingering around your ear, until he decided to move down, cupping your face.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t the first time that shirtless Grayson Hawthorne was holding your face in his large hands and looking at you in a way that was more than an annoyed glance. 

But it felt different this time. More intense, more real. 

He wasn’t drunk, not hungover; there was no doubt in your mind that he really meant everything. His eyes were still locked on yours with an emotion that you couldn’t quite place, yet somehow felt deep within your core. 

He leaned forward, so close to you that your foreheads were almost touching. His eyes fluttered shut and you realized what was happening only after you felt the words he whispered against your lips-

“I’m sorry.”

Grayson closed the small gap between you, gently pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was soft, almost hesitant at first, like he was giving you the chance to pull away or tell  him to stop. But when you didn’t, when you leaned into the kiss, the arm around you tightened.

Your hands moved on their own, both sliding their way up to rest on his chest. He responded to your touch with a low hum that made you shiver despite the heated pool. 

His arm moved up to the back of your head, pushing you impossibly closer to him. The kiss grew more urgent, more desperate, like he was trying to express every emotion he’d been hiding for the past week. It was overwhelming, and for a moment nothing existed outside of you and Grayson Davenport Hawthorne.

When he pulled back, you kept your eyes closed. Grayson placed a small kiss on your forehead before resting it against his own. You were so close now, much closer than before, but that didn’t matter anymore.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while now,” he admitted softly.

“Me too, Grayson,” you grinned. “Me too.”

When he kissed you again, he tasted like those stupid cherries he loved and felt like the end of the world.

the writing above belongs to me. please do not copy, modify, repost on other sites or claim as your own. © 2024 wish-i-were-heather

[casteru]

mini conversions pack pt.1 // T.O.U.

100% credit to all creators! all links and creators are below. if you want me to take anything down please let me know!

terrible hat chops, sorry :(

📁 download

originals in order (not needed): mighty volt, brody, avery, julian

[muwapsturniolo]

✯Hoodie Pt 2✯

Summary: Y/N can't get over her breakup with Matt.

warning:angst

pt1

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You'd probably think I was psychotic (If you knew) What I still got in my closet (Sad but true)

She felt like shit. Since Matt broke up with her at the beginning of the summer, she's been crying nonstop. One would think with the way he ended things, she would hate him, but no. Instead, she finds herself finding comfort in an item of his. She knew that if her friends saw how she was coping they would call her psychotic.

I slip it on over my shoulders It's something I'll never get over It makes me feel a little bit closer to you

At nighttime, she would slip the hoodie on, imagining it was Matt holding her. She imagined he would pull her close, whispering sweet nothing in her ear like he used to do.

I can't keep your love I can't keep your kiss Gave you everything and all I got was this

She would go through phases of hating Matt for what he did. She gave him her all, three years of her life...and all she got was a breakup and a hoodie.

I'm still rocking your hoodie And chewing on the strings

At times the girl found herself walking around her apartment wearing the hoodie, chewing on the strings as she carried on with her everyday tasks.

It makes me think about you So I wear it when I sleep

She always had bad insomnia and Matt knew this, so he would sleep over all the time, holding her tightly so she could sleep. But he's not here anymore, so she resulted in sleeping in his hoodie, hoping just the thought and smell of him would be enough to trick her mind into letting her sleep.

I kept the broken zipper And cigarette burns

She was staring at the hoodie one day, examining the blue fabric. She doesn't know why she kept this one, after all the hoodie had a broken zipper and multiple cigarette burns on it. Maybe it was because it was his favorite hoodie, maybe it was because this is the one that holds the most memory.

Still rocking your hoodie Baby, even though it hurts

As much as she wanted to think keeping and wearing the hoodie is helping her cope, it's not. It hurts her to even think about Matt, yet here she is torturing herself.

I used to put my hand in your pockets (holding on) The smell of your cologne is still on it (but you're still gone)

She was doing her laundry, going through the pockets of each article of clothing when she got to the hoodie. She pauses and stares at the blue fabric. She holds it up to her face and sighs, smelling the faint cologne. it's like he's still here. she decides not to wash it, scared she will wash away anything she has left of him.

I slip it on over my shoulders You're someone I'll never get over It makes me feel a little bit closer to you

As she slips the hoodie on over her shoulders, this deep feeling of melancholy hits her. Tears form in her eyes when it finally hits her. She's never going to get over him. he was her first love, her first boyfriend.

I can't keep your love I can't keep your kiss Gave you everything and all I got was this

She gave herself to him, her virginity, her love, everything. He was selfish enough to take it, leaving her with no more love, no more soft kisses...just a hoodie with a broken zipper and cigarette burns.

If you want it back I'm here waiting

She posted a picture of herself in the hoodie, the caption not being subtle at all. She knew she was delusional thinking Matt would see it. But she sat there, hoping he would.

Come and take it back Come and take it back

It was around 20 minutes later of her staring at her phone, when a text came through. She clicks on the notification and feels her stomach fill with butterflies. She responds back quickly, not caring about how eager she seems.

Still rocking your hoodie

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i hate this, i like matt's better fr.

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[pluralasking]

Notice

[pt: Notice]

Hello, I'd like to talk around the point here, but I'll summarize it to the best of my abilities.

This blog was created by a headmate of ours, called Love. Love has started fronting less and less, causing her to only leave ideas for posts and letting someone else create the actual posts and take care of the blog.

After a lot of talking with Love and decision making, we decided to put this blog to rest - in a sense. Coming up with questions is very exhausting and mixed with bad mental health - it just doesn't work anymore.

If we receive questions in our inbox, we'll post them - but otherwise, this blog will become silent. We just don't have the energy for it anymore, and some of us have other blogs they'd prefer to focus their energy on.

I hope you understand. Thank you for the support over the 125 days and thank you for 852 followers.

- 🌱 Avery

[chentastic]

avery and lily's (pc) date pt 2 TANGO

their dancing this if u even care

I started to like mixing things from my culture and this porn game ^q^

[dropoutdottv]

🚨A new episode of Um, Actually launches today on Dropout at 7PM ET / 4PM PT!

Featuring host Ify Nwadiwe, fact checker Brian David Gilbert, and Karen Han, Cody Ziglar, and Charlotte Avery — our resident giant robot experts!

[beau-gar]

MET GALA 2024 PT 2

LIL NAS X

JON BATISTE

DONALD GLOVER

LEWIS HAMILTON

WISDOM KAYE

USHER RAYMOND

AVERY WILSON

LAW ROACH

STEFON DIGGS

www.beau-gar.tumblr.com

[cosmicccowboy0]

JURGEN DUMPPPP pt. 2

Thats all the jurg content i have to offer today!

FEAT. My SnM oc Avery! He is Jurg’s Bf :) pics with him are marked with alt text!

[x-liv25-jamieswife]

Masterlist - head canons

all of my hcs posts (bc i'm planning on making a lot of these. they're really fun). i take requests! if i have '(coming soon)' written in parenthesis, there's a 100% chance i will be getting to it.

avery and jameson

avery and jameson pt. 2

jameson being a hopeless romantic and avery being shy

avery and jameson's first fight

super angsty avery and jameson (coming soon)

avery and jameson living together (coming soon)

avery and jameson birth/pregnancy

avery and jameson proposal

avery and jameson friends with benefits era (aka thl) (coming soon)

avery and jameson as parents

avery and jameson in public/during an interview

avery

sad avery

jameson

sad jameson

grayson

sad grayson

sad grayson pt. 2

happy grayson

sad libby

sad nash

sad alisa

jameson and grayson

jameson and grayson as kids

hawthorne brothers

grayson and avery (as friends)

gigi and grayson

nash and avery

avery, jameson, and xander

nash and xander

max and xander

libby and nash

alisa and nash

toby and avery

savannah and grayson

avery and gigi

xander and gigi

jameson and xander

xander and grayson

nash and grayson

avery and xander

avery and libby

happy avery and libby

acacia and grayson

alice and tobias

random tig

weekly dinners

hawthorne brother bonding

the hawthornes if they had a younger sister

the hawthornes if they had a younger sister pt. 2 (coming soon)

grayson enemies to lovers

grayson at coachella/an amusement park

grayson as a girl dad

jameson as a boy dad

jameson as a girl dad

hawthorne brothers in bed

avery as a boy mom

grayson being good with kids

what happened to alisa and nash

people's reaction to avery getting kidnapped

people's reaction to jameson being kidnapped

people's reaction to grayson getting kidnapped

how everyone would react to grayson's death

how everyone would react to jameson's death

how everyone would react to avery's death

how everyone would react to xander's death

how everyone would react to nash's death

how everyone would react to libby's death

(short) how everyone would react to max's death

what the hawthorne brothers would be like after a (verbal) fight

tig characters childhood crushes

tig social media

how gray would celebrate his so's birthday

[gergthecat]

Avery Jameson core pt 5

[silly-little-gooses]

random tig headcanons pt.3!

I haven’t done these in a while, so let’s go!

~ all of the hawthorne brothers have dimples. jameson and xander’s are really prominent and nash’s are more subtle. grayson never smiles, so only a few people are sure about his.

~ avery hates dust jackets on books and takes them off every time. it doesn’t matter how pretty it is, it’s annoying.

~ part of nash’s personality is what I like to call “grandma nash”. he calls everyone ‘sweetheart’, he knows how to knit, he plays candy crush, he doesn’t know how to take a selfie, and his hearing isn’t great.

~ jameson loves dogs and always asks to pet a dog whenever he sees one. he’s not scared of any dog, big or small.

~ grayson likes to act all tough like he’s immune to everything but in reality, he has a bunch of allergies and is severely allergic to nuts, fish/shellfish, and blackberries. he’s also lactose intolerant.

~ max has an auditory processing disorder and can never hear what people are saying correctly. she’s the friend that asks ‘what?’ every time you say something.

~ while jameson loves to drink, avery hates the taste of alcohol and never drinks. she’s always the designated driver at parties and events.

~ jameson can do a bunch of crazy voice impressions - kermit the frog, elmo, kronk, and a bunch of other celebrities and cartoon characters.

~ when xander is in the sun for a long period of time, you can see that he has quite a lot of freckles and they’re so cute.

~ when the hawthorne brothers were little, tobias constructed a massive indoor playground for them to play on as kids. they still play on it as adults. ~ libby likes to do nash’s eyeliner, and god, does he look good

~ max cannot spell for her *life*. her texts to avery always look like gibberish and no one can tell what she’s trying to say.

~ grayson hated middle school pe but jameson was that one boy that was just a complete show-off. he could do a hundred push ups and sit ups, run the mile in five minutes, do the most laps on the pacer, etc. it made all the ladies swoon ofc.

~ oren is the KING of just dance, convince me otherwise. xander is a close second place.

~ avery is a ravenclaw, jameson is a gryffindor, nash is a hufflepuff, grayson is a slytherin, xander is a hufflepuff, max is a gryffindor, and libby is a hufflepuff!

that’s all I have for now, byeeee! <3

[wish-i-were-heather]

A FOOL FOR YOU PT 3⤵ GRAYSON HAWTHORNE X READER

ABOUT: 1077 words, no use of y/n (part 1, part 2, part 4, part 5)

STORY: you consult avery about what happened with grayson and then receive an... unexpected text?

WARNINGS: none!!

TAGS: @littlemissmentallyunstable @gretag13 @lanterns-and-daydreams - lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist!!

A/N: sorry guys grayson doesn't make much of an appearance here it's more moving the plot forward... but i finally figured out what's gonna happen so the next one will be pretty long

“Hey Avery, can we talk for a sec?”

You stood nervously outside of her door and waited for a response.

There was the sound of shuffling from inside and then the door opened. 

She was dressed casually today, which you supposed made sense if she was helping Jameson get over his hangover. Just jeans and a sage green knit sweater. Her hair was down, falling past her shoulders. She was good at hiding it, but you could see the slight look of exhaustion in her eyes. You understood why.

Jameson in general was a lot more to handle than Grayson, let alone drunk. 

“Yeah,” Avery said. “Of course we can talk. Is everything alright?” She motioned for you to enter the room and you did, taking a seat at the end of her bed. She took a seat next to you. 

“Yeah, no, don’t worry. I’m fine. I just… wanted to talk to you about something.” It was clear that she knew this was more than a ‘girl problem.’ That’s what you, Avery, and Max called it, at least. They were never really problems that were specific to girls, but it kept Jameson and Xander especially out of your business. 

“What, don’t tell me you got stuck with a drunk Hawthorne last night too.”

“I wish I could,” you laughed. 

Avery grinned. “Wait, so what happened? Jamie didn’t tell me much. He was too out of it. Was still even this morning. Was it the four of them or…?”

“No, just him and Grayson, apparently,” you explained. “He told me they went out to drink, obviously came back drunk, and then for some reason decided it was a good idea to go for a swim as they were. Y’know, getting their clothes all wet.” “Okay, okay, that last part I knew,” Avery nodded along. “That was the one thing Jameson was able to tell me. And it was kinda obvious that he was all wet. Damn though, I can’t believe Grayson got drunk. What was that like?”

You laughed with her. Both of you knew the absurdity of the situation. 

“It was… different,” you answered truthfully. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you, actually, about Grayson.”

She leaned closer. “Oh?”

You told her everything. 

When the story was finished, including the details from what had happened earlier that morning in the kitchen, Avery was grinning wildly. 

You frowned.  “You’re laughing at me.”

“I am not laughing at you.”

“Then what’s on your face?”

“I’m smiling because what you told me was funny. Not laughing. That’s different.”

You gave her a face. 

“Okay, okay,” Avery said, wiping the smile off her face. Somewhat. “So, Grayson was basically flirting with you-”

“But I don’t think he meant it!” You interrupted quickly. 

“Why not?”

That got you to pause. 

You hadn’t asked yourself why you didn’t think he’d meant it. You just dismissed it. You didn’t know how Grayson was drunk- no one did. So you had no idea if he had a tendency to say things he didn’t mean or a tendency to say truths he normally wouldn’t. Or… something else. 

“Because he was drunk.” 

Avery wasn’t satisfied. “And?” “And when you’re drunk, you say things you don’t mean.” 

“Or you say things you do mean, but don’t want to admit to.”

What if- no. You shouldn’t think like that. Grayson was drunk and said those stupid things that he didn’t mean, those drunken lies. That’s all, nothing more. Avery was just saying that because her boyfriend was drunk about 55% of the time. Grayson wasn’t like that. 

“You’re not helping, Avery,” you told her. “I don’t want  to think he meant it.”

“Oh, but I think you do.”

You stared at her with mock offense. “Excuse me?”

“Are you kidding?” Avery asked, raising an eyebrow at you. She spoke like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “The way you were talking about what happened last night. You didn't just tell me. You, like, told me.”

“You make no sense.”

“And you’re in denial. Grayson said, while he was sober this morning, that he still wanted you.”

A small part of you knew she was right, maybe you should just admit that Grayson maybe did mean some of what he said. And even if you weren’t ready to admit it yourself, you secretly hoped he did mean it. But another part of you wanted to prove Avery wrong. And that part prevailed. 

“He was still hungover when he said that. He didn’t mean it.”

“Right, right. Grayson doesn’t want you and I didn’t inherit 46.2 billion dollars.” She rolled her eyes, and you couldn’t quite tell if it was playful or if she was genuinely annoyed. But then she smiled, and your unease dissipated. 

“You’re impossible,” she teased, nudging you gently. “Keep living in whatever delusion you want, I know Grayson’s in love with you.”

You audibly gasped. “Avery-!”

“Shh, the guy talk is over. C’mon, let me show you the stupidest article I read about myself online.”

~~

Days passed. Days.

And you still hadn’t spoken to Grayson.

Well, technically you had. If you saw each other in the hall, you’d exchange hellos. If you saw him in the kitchen during breakfast, which you learned always included cherries for some reason, you would have idle conversation about your mornings. But a real conversation discussing what happened when he was drunk and hungover? 

Never. 

It wasn’t that you were trying to avoid him, not intentionally at least. The two of you simply didn’t bring it up. You didn’t want to make things awkward between you- or any more awkward than it had already become. There was always that elephant in the room that neither of you wanted to bring up. The way his eyes lingered on you for just a moment longer, yet you could barely manage to meet his. 

And things stayed that way for almost a week. 

Until you received a text from him.

You had Grayson’s contact saved, of course, but you two never really texted. There was just… never a need to. So you were rightfully surprised when you received a notification from his number.

911

You stared down at it. You knew Grayson and his brothers had some sort of code for that, but you didn’t think that he’d send it to you.

What?

You know what it means Come to the pool

Then another message you didn’t expect.

Please

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