The Big Brilliant Book Of Emon One-Shots

Ring

"What's it for?"

"Tell us the story!"

"What's the ring all about?"

Simon Minter looked down at the little ring on his pinkie. It was a secret, and he wasn't expecting to tell anyone, but he guessed that the best thing to do was to spill it all out.

"Hey, is it okay if I tell the fans about the ring?"

Eyes creamy and brown stared up and him, and they blinked.

"Fuck.. If they all hate us though..."

"Don't worry, I'm here to keep you safe."

Simon sat down in his gaming chair, the chubby little Sidemen sat next to him. Deep breaths, Simon said to himself, You can do this.

"So... Yeah... I'm here with Ethan because I needed support whilst I talk about this." Simon looked at Ethan. "It's about the ring-"

Simon stopped the recording, and felt a tear trickle down his face. He couldn't say. It wasn't a thing the fans needed to know, for now.

"Simon-"

"I can't do it." Simon felt tears begin to stream as he was pulled into Ethan's warm, loving arms. "I can't."

"Neither can I, don't worry about it."

--//--

Dear Diary,

So today I chickened out telling the fans about the ring again. I just can't. It's really strange, I think they'll hate me for it. Ethan helped me out, but even he couldn't convince me.

For old times sake, I'll write it here. None of the fans will get hold of it.

I remember the first time I met Ethan, almost 12 years ago. God, that seems longer than it looks. I remember the times we spent together, and how much fun we had. He was the first Sidemen I met. A few weeks after the Sidemen met and formed, we created the channels on YouTube and became popular. But something the other Sidemen never really understood was how Ethan felt whilst he was online.

Because of his comments, many bullies called Ethan gay, which really got under his skin. He might have died by now from suicide, or self harm if I hadn't of helped him.

And so I grew a soft spot for Ethan, and sure enough, he became my favourite Sidemen. I knew he didn't admit it, but I knew he liked me too.

One night after recording, Ethan came over to the Sidemen house and we watched a movie together. Ethan isn't a huge fan of scary films, and so he would regularly hide in my chest and beg for it to be over. And so I'd cuddle him, and we both came to like it and so it became a regular thing between us. Whenever we could we'd find time to cuddle and just in general be dorks with each other.

Until one night, that all changed.

Ethan was hurt by the bullies on the internet again, and came to the house crying. We went up to my bedroom, where he explained to me, and I told him that no matter what, I was always there for him. And so then it was clear.

I loved Ethan.

And in my shock, Ethan managed to pin me onto the bed and kiss me. Once he'd pulled away, he told me that he had liked me for months know, and it was kind of clear to him that I liked him too.

He slept over for the night, and we cuddled and spooned and even more, but in the morning Ethan didn't want to leave me, and so I had to ask Josh to force him out of the bed and into the car because I needed a shower and was hot and sticky.

However, Ethan managed to join me in the shower, but I couldn't complain; he was hot as fuck.

And so we had dated for years, until approximately four months ago he asked if we could go on a holiday. We went to Hawaii, just the two of us, and whilst sat on the balcony under the stars, he pulled out a black box, knelt on one knee, and asked for the honour of my hand.

And who was I to say no?

But I wear it on my pinkie to keep our love and our engagement safe and away from all the bullies and sick heartless bastards.

All I can say is Emon is love, Emon is life.

--//--

Simon sighed softly, and shut the diary.

-I've written it so each paragraph is a new line and a little clearer. Do you prefer this lay out or the other one? Personally I like this one as it is easier to read but I would like to know your opinion.-