Ethan Landry : Oneshots - Scream 6

Just friends

"Hey," Chad said and raised his eyebrows. "I bet I can take more shots than you."

"Dude, you probably can, but I will still take you up on that." Ethan smiled and began to pour another shot.

Dressed in their halloween costumes, not that Chad was dressed much at all, the boys were talking. It was hard to talk because of the loud party music and because of all the other young people talking, laughing and dancing.

Chad and Ethan were laughing, talking and pushing each other to drink more. Chad put down the mug he held and laid his arm over Ethans shoulder.

"Ethan." Chad began, his breath could be smelled of alcohol.

"That's my name." Ethan answered and looked at Chad.

"I've been wondering. Y/n, she's hot, right?" Chad said, not like a question but more like a statement. Ethan avoided eye contact.

"Oh, uhm, yeah I guess."

"So... Are you and Y/n...?" Chad let the question hang in the air, but the way his eyebrows went upp and down made it impossible to not understand what he was asking. Ethan quickly shook his head, almost making his paperbox helmet almost fall off.

"No, no? We're just friends." Ethan said, ignoring the way his heart disagreed with his words.

"Just friends?" Chad pushed, a little more serious this time.

"Y/n and I are just friends." Ethan said, throwing in a confident smile in order to appear more believable.

"So you don't mind if I ask her on a date?" Chad asked excitedly. Ethans smile immediately vanished.

"Uhm..."

"I'm just messing with you, man." Chad said, laughing and while roughly patting Ethan on his back. Ethan let out a breath of relief. "I've seen the way you look at her with those puppy eyes of yours. She's actually here now. You should talk to her. Try to have some game and she'll fall right at your feet!" Chad continued.

Ethan shook his head, he could feel the effect of those shots now. They don't call them liquid courage for nothing. But it wasn't enough courage in order for him to talk to you. He had seen you here, of course. But Ethan didn't want to disturb you when you're partying with your friends. That was the excuse he used, atleast.

"No, I was being honest when I said that we're just friends." Ethan took off his cardboard box helmet, sweat could be seen in his brown curly hair. "She'll just reject me and that would make everything so awkward and-"

Chad waved Ethans words away like they were measly flies.

"Excuses!" Chad declared and locked eyes with Ethan. "Plus, look at you, man. You're a snack. Practically an entire meal all on your own."

"Really?" Ethan answered. If it hadn't been for the alcohol pumping inside of his body, he probably wouldn't have believed his friend.

"Yes! Now go and talk to her, you coward."

"Okay, okay!" Ethan laughed and started to walk closer to you. He had seen the way you had moved through the people dancing and now you were leaning against the wall, probably recharging those social batteries before socialising again.

Every step he took towards you, made Ethan regret his choice. The fear of rejection was hanging over him like a shadow. It was as if your presence made him sober up and therefore also lose all his confidence.

He decided to focus on his steps. One step, two steps, don't step on these people feets, three steps. He practiced what he would say inside of his head. He was gonna keep it simple, keep it cool. You're so down to earth, afterall. You don't care much for pretty words, what you care about is action. But the words he would say to you in a second had to be perfect. He saw you lift up your cup and drink some more.

'Hi Y/n. You look pretty today, would you like to eat dinner together someday?' Ethan continued to rehearse the words inside of his head. A classic date for a classic girl.

Ethan stood beside you now. You looked up from your cup and met eyes with him. For a short moment, Ethan was captivated by your eyes. Then he remembered what he wanted to say, so he cleared his throat.

"Hi Y/n. You look like dinner. Would you like to be pretty someday?" Ethan quickly said on autopilot. Immediately he realised his mistake. Mixing up the words. You looked at him in confusion.

"What did you say?"

"I'm so sorry, I'm an idiot, who's been drinking too much. Forget that I said that. Better yet, forget that I was here. And my existence." Ethan quickly rambled. Before you had an chance to answer, he turned around and basically escaped from the situation.

You looked after him as his back disappeared in the sea of people. After a short moment of thinking, you chuckled to yourself. He's still cute.