messages • ethangrantdolan// short story

five

Ethan: math isn't entertaining, what part do you have to pay attention to?

Ethan: answer me, Maya. I stg.

ethan: scooby doo and chill?

me: jenga, cranberry juice and chill?

Ethan: YOU WATCHED MY VIDEOS

Ethan: NO! TELL ME U DIDNT.

me: so what if I did?

Ethan: I was an annoying son a bitch when we filmed old ones.

me: yeah, yelling at your sister for a tish, douche move

me: but you were sexy 

Ethan: I know

Ethan: and annoying.

me: no, no, not annoying.

me: but you DID cheat on the birthday challenge.

me: but when Grayson came out of the beanbag and you couldn't sit up bc you were laughing was adorable

oh, shit, I'm falling for this guy.

Ethan: you love me.

me: chill, dude, it's been 3 days?

Ethan: your words, not mine.

me: ...

Ethan: I mean, my words summarizing and breaking down your words.

me: just said you were a sexy tomato, never said I loved you.

Ethan: I'm allergic to tomatoes.

me: sucks.

me: delicious fruits.

Ethan: nuh uh. heard they are gross.

me: g2g syl

Ethan: syl ?????

me: figure it out.

Later that afternoon, I was packing my stuff up. My dad and I were moving to an apartment, with three rooms and a huge living room and kitchen. Then, my mom is moving to Burbank. See, normally people would be sad about their house being sold but I lived there a year. we've moved all around Los Angeles, I never got attached to houses.

Sure, I'll be living farther away from my mom, but we will adjust and I'll talk to her. I'm not going to go see her weekends and then stay with my dad on weekdays, I'm 18, I don't need to deal with that. I can drive and see her when I want or need.

my phone buzzes and I look at the text,

Ethan: found your insta.

me: I don't have one.

Ethan: i found it. you can't lie anymore.

me: I wasn't lying smh.

Ethan: *picture message*(above)

Ethan: what's that get up for?

me: hanging out with my friend gets wild.

Ethan: your hot.

me: you're*

Ethan: don't start.

Ethan: take a compliment.

me: you can't, I can't.

ethan: smh

me: don't mock me, dick

ethan: penis

me: douche

Ethan: bitch

I smirk, I could have fun with this.

me: wow.

I go to settings and turn my read receipts off, then go to text and see his texts;

Ethan: my, answer me.

ethan: I'm sorry,

Ethan: I screwed things up with that one text.

Ethan: one word.

Ethan: i do this all the time.

Ethan: you'll find these and realize how annoying and clingy I am

Ethan: I'm only like that with special girls.

Ethan: should I stop?

Ethan: I'm sorry.