messages • ethangrantdolan// short story

three

"Maya, please put the phone down." my mom asks, and I look at her,

"mom, you are constantly on your phone, what does this matter?" I ask, and my dad chimes in,

"please, Maya, we need to tell you something." my dad says softly and I sigh, placing my phone on the table but then on my lap since it keeps blowing up with texts from Ethan. man, this kid is clingy. but I'm not complaining, he's beautiful. he's allowed to be clingy.

"what do you need to tell me?" I ask, twirling the spaghetti around on my fork and putting it in my mouth. I also take a bite of the side of asparagus.

"well, when your father and I wed, he forgot to mention one little detail." she says, looking towards my father.

"I'm gay, Maya," he comes out quickly and I sit there in shock. I mean, it's not a bad thing, but I never really expected anything. wow, it's like Ross and carol. except carol was lesbian, and he was straight.

"so, for that small, as your father claims,  reason we are splitting up." my mom says, looking at her phone and picking it up. my dad looks down, and drops his fork on his plate.

"Mom, no, you aren't completely blameless in this. you waste your life away on your phone, and when you put your phone down; you yell at dad and blame him for the fights." I stand up, throwing my phone in the back pocket of my jeans,

"Maya." my mom says sternly,

"no, you blame everything on dad!" I retort, rushing into my room and locking my door. I sit on my bed and look at my phone, seeing Ethan's spam. I look through the whole 55 texts and then text back as he's typing.

me: chill bro.

Ethan: if you don't answer. it resolves to sexting.

Ethan: oh, nvm.

me: what a losaa

Ethan: I'm a lovable losaa

me: sike x1000

Ethan: oh go fuck yourself.

me: that's your job😉😉😉😏😏😏😏

me: I read a fanfic that said that once.

Ethan: a fanfic about me?

me: I didn't know of the Dolan twins existence a few hours ago. no, it was not of you.

Ethan: what a sad life yours has been.

me: not really

ethan: not seeing Grayson and I's beauty every day?  sad.

me: get over yourself.

ethan: silent treatment starting

me: I don't give a fuck.

I put my phone down, expecting it to go crazy. it could vibrate, but I turned that off. if it was vibrating and he spammed me, I'd shove it up my ass.

IM JUST KIDDING.

I'm a child of holy people.

sike.

there's a knock on my door and I groan, standing up and walking over to my door. I unlock it reluctantly and there stands my dad. "I'm not apologizing." i drawl,

"she's really taken back by those comments, Maya." he says, and walks in. I shut my door and sit on my bed,

"I'm not surprised you guys are divorcing, I don't know how you
managed 18 years." I honestly state, "Sorry to be harsh."

"we thought it would be hard on you – divorcing when you were young. so we stayed and the conversation never really came back into the mix until a few weeks ago. we decided that's what's best for us" he explains, "you're mom loves you with all her heart, and so do I. we both love you. we both love each other. just, our feelings have changed and we don't feel the same way we did as high school."

"well, duh." I state and he rolls his eyes,

"you gotta talk to her." he demands, "Or I will apologize for you."

"fine, I'll talk to her."

"and check your goddamn phone, who is trying to get through to you?" he reaches for my lighting up phone and I snatch it out of his hands,

"who is 'Ethannoying?" he asks. I look down, clearing my throat.

"Kayla's cousin." I reply, looking him in the eye,

"okay..." he presses his palms to his knees and pushed himself up off my bed. he walks out and I look at the texts.

Ethan: suck my dick.

Ethan: lick my cock

ethan: call me daddy

Ethan: IM SO FUCKING KILLING MY BROTHER

Ethan: IM SO SORRY

Ethan: THAT WAS MY STUPID TWAT OF A BROTHER PLEASE

ethan: IM GONNA KILL HIM I STG.

Ethan: he ruined it all didn't he.

me: chill tf out.

me: sure, it was your 'brother'.

me: twat is a vagina you know that right

ethan: IT WAS.

Ethan: WHAT.

Ethan: I THOUGHT IT WAS A SILLY PERSON.

I chuckle and place my phone down, I have to talk to my mom now.

ugh, being a responsible teenage is a pain in the ass.