messages • ethangrantdolan// short story

six

Ethan: please

ethan: I'm sorry

Ethan: don't leave me

Ethan: please. I'm so sorry. I've been talking to you for four days and I've screwed things up which is a new record and I really like talking to you. please answer me

me: I'm not even mad haha

Ethan: fuck you

Ethan: I didn't mean that

Ethan: now u make me be careful about what I say.

ethan: you make me nervous, congratulations.

me: what an accomplishment for myself

Ethan: when can I meet you

me: what

Ethan: what

Ethan: I never said that

Ethan. ignore it please& thank you

me: need a tish?

my phone begins to ring and Ethannoying is on the top of the screen, I decline it.

me: u little shit

me: jk but why are you calling me boi

Ethan: pick up the phone, babygirl.

He calls again, and I answer the phone, holding it to my ear,

"Hello, Maya." he says, "How are you on this fine day?"

"It's raining." I say, "But I'm just fine."

"I love your voice," he says, "I really do, why can't we FaceTime?"

"You can hear me on here..." I say,

"But I can't see your face." he says, and I can hear him smirking on the other side of the line.

"You have my Instagram for that..." I linger, my voice becoming quiet and soft and he groans,

"Please." he says and I hang up,

ethan: I'll spam you

me: I'll block you

Ethan: ...(typing)

me: on everything. Instagram snapchat Twitter tumblr iMessage idc what it is ur blocked

Ethan: jfc Maya

me: gtg high school student requires studying

Ethan: I didn't study and did fine

me: suree