messages • ethangrantdolan// short story

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that's Maya^ who is actually Andrea russet bc Andrea russet is perfection

me: okay

I ponder about what question to ask him, I want to start off simple. it will probably be ending in a result of dirty or nudes, but who says I'll be the one doing that?

me: how old are you?

I send it, waiting for a reply. stupidest question in the history of 20 questions.

Ethan: 20. you?

me: 18.

ethan: good, you're legal.

I raise my eyebrow at this text, who says I'll be seeing him. okay, to be completely honest, I want to see him.

Ethan: where do you live?

me: LA, like you. I'm not giving specific details, you perv.

ethan: 😏😏😏😩😩

me: pervy/horny emojis. well done.

Ethan: send a pic.

I debate it, but then agree. I snap a quick selfie, saving it to my camera roll. yes, I like snapchat better than the actual camera sometimes because it has better lighting.

me: *picture message*

ethan: that is not you.

me: it is me.

ethan: and you're only 18? you're fucking hot

I look down, beginning to blush. this is crazy, why am I blushing over some guy I've never even met. there's a knock on my door and I look up, my dad right there, "dinners almost done."

"thanks, dad." I smile and he nods.

"what are you doing? locked up in here every day?" he asks.

"it's my abyss." I say darkly, then shrug, "it's quiet. my own, personal space."

"well, your mother and I need to tell you something at dinner, so yes, God forbid you gotta sit at the table.." he explains, throwing the cloth he was drying his hands with over his shoulder,

"I've sat at the table before." I mumble and he lets out a small chuckle, then walks out and shuts the door behind him. I open my phone again and see texts from Ethan,

Ethan: where'd you go?

Ethan: I scared you away when I said you're hot? it's too soon.

Ethan: I always ruin everything, god damn it.

me: thanks for the compliment, daddy.

Ethan: daddy? now who is too clingy? or kinky...

me: get over yourself.

Ethan: your turn.

me: you're not my dad.

Ethan: ask a goddamn question, Jesus Christ.

me: don't call out the Lords name in vain, it's inhumane.

me: how long have you lived in LA?

Ethan: few weeks. just moved into an apartment with my twin brother. you?

me: my whole life.

Ethan: lucky duck

me: no. stop. people here are snobby rich kids.

Ethan: you'll get over it.

Ethan: you're single?

me: as a pringle

me: I hate myself.

me: you're not single

me: like look at you, you're gorg

me: I tend to keep spamming until u answer

me: I'm killing myself with these texts. and you're not going to answer so bye.

Ethan: wait!!

Ethan: WAIT DONT LEAVE PLEASE.

Ethan: yes, I'm single.

Ethan; as a pringle hahaha

Ethan: I see what you're doing stop.

Ethan: bye.

me: bye.

ethan: let's FaceTime. now that I've seen your face

me: no deal.

Ethan: pleaseeeeee

ethan: I want to hear your voice again.

Ethan: please??

me: sike.

me: gtg eat dinner. and no, I'm not facetiming you.

ethan: but when can we FaceTime?

me: patience, my friend, patience.