Imagine This || Dolan Twins

Hate Is A Strong Word (Emma)

Dedicated to WintersOath Hope you like it fam!!!

Emma's POV
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"Hey, wanna come over?"

"Um, who's gonna be there with us?" I asked, the phone between my shoulder blade and cheek as I played Mario Kart.

"Well, I actually thought it would be cool for you to meet my friends." He asked.

"Uhhh..."

"Emma, please? I know you're not the type to like meeting new people, but trust me. Once you meet them and become friends, you won't regret it."

"I don't know Ethan," I sighed. "What if they don't like me? What if I'm just not good enough for their taste?"

"Baby, if they don't like you, that's on them. They wouldn't know what they're missing out on if they don't love you." He chilled lightly.

"Okay." I hesitated before answering.
"Um, what about Grayson?" I asked awkwardly.

He knows that we don't like each other, but I'm not sure he knows about the things Grayson does to me when he's not around. Especially at school, concidering I'm in more classes with him than Ethan.

"Nah, he's at his friends house. He might be home later but I doubt it."

I sighed, wondering if I should go with the risk of being bullied by Grayson once again.

"I guess."

"Yaaas..."

"I'll be there in like ten minutes." I said, pausing the game and turning off the system.

"I'll be here. And we can keep playing Mario Kart if you want."

"How did you know I was playing Mario Kart?" I questioned, laughing.

"I know a Yoshi when I hear one." He laughed.

"Whatever. Bye."

"Bye." He said, hanging up shortly after.

I took off my jogging pants and slipped on my light wash skinny jeans. I pulled off my hoodie and pulled a gray crewneck that read 'qtπ'.

I didn't really know what his friends would like, so I stressed, taking off the sweater and pulling on a plain gray hoodie.

But would they think I'm too basic?

You know what, whatever. I'm just gonna go with an plain white t-shirt with an aqua zip-up. So be it.

I zipped up my sweater as I jogged down the stairs to the living room. I slipped on my gray Nike Roshe One's and locked the door behind me as I ran out the house.

Ethan didn't live far, only four blocks to the left of mine.

I walked at a steady pace, trying to figure out what the hell I should do with my hair.

Should I leave it down, letting it fall down my shoulders, or put it back into a messy bun? Fuck it. High ponytail it is.

I walked up to the front door, pulling the hair tie back into my hair, tying it up and out of the way. I rung the door bell and waited for Ethan to show up.

"Who's there?"

"Jehovah witness."

"Shit." I heard Ethan curse from the other side of the door.

"Just kidding." I laughed. "Open the door ya goof."

"You scared the shit outta me ya know that." He chuckled as he unlocked the door.