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[4] tyler's sister (pt. 3)

Back inside, the pancakes were all ready and everyone sat around the table together. Ethan was the last one to sit, and the others had carefully left the only open seat next to you, which you didn't object to. After all, this just helped the plan.

"Hey, can you pass me the syrup, babe?" You asked Ethan as nonchalantly as you could, and he obliged, handing you the bottle.

"What did you say Y/N?" Tyler asked loudly.

"I asked him for the syrup?"

He huffed, glaring between you two but didn't bring it up again.

Almost another week had gone by with only you and Ethan's verbal flirting, but nothing too touchy. Yet. Tonight, everyone was crammed onto the couch to watch a movie at Mark's place. You arrived last in the living room with the popcorn and didn't even hesitate to sit on Ethan's lap. He didn't flinch, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

"Uhm, excuse me!" Tyler yelled from the other side of Mark and Amy.

"Oh sorry Ty, did you want some popcorn?" You innocently held out the bowl to him.

"No! What I want is-"

Amy cut him off, gushing over you and Ethan. "You two are so cute! Aren't they cute Mark?"

"I ship it so hard!" Mark agreed and you had to restrain your eye roll at his drama.

"Just start the damn movie." Tyler grumbled as Mark played the first Captain America.

As the movie continued on, you found yourself more focused on the feeling of Ethan's arms wrapped around lovingly, his fingers entwined with yours. As he nuzzled his face further into your neck, gently kissing your shoulder, you realized you could get used to this. This being you and Ethan.

After the final after-credits scene, Tyler yanked you off of Ethan's lap by the wrist. "Ow! Let go of me!" You wrenched it from his grasp, spotting a vein popping out on his forehead.

"Sorry, Y/N, I'm just so ready to go back to the hotel." He apologized sincerely, releasing you. "Besides, Ethan has editing to catch up on, I'm sure."

Your fake boyfriend ignored your brother's words as he gently inspected your wrist. "Are you okay, Y/N?"

"Yeah, thanks Ethan." You quietly answered him. A soft smile spread across your features when he lifted your wrist up to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on it.

"See you tomorrow, princess."

"See you tomorrow." You repeated, blushing from the endearing nickname.

He bent down to kiss your cheek and place something in your jacket pocket. You'd have to check that later. After saying your goodbyes to Mark and Amy as well, you hopped into the car with your brother. Tyler gave you the cold shoulder all the way to the hotel, and once you were in your room, he immediately took to the bathroom for a shower.

Pulling out the slip of paper Ethan stuck in your pocket, you realized he had given you his number. Quickly putting him in as 'Babe💙', you immediately texted him.

'Hey Ethan, its Y/N'

A mere few seconds later, he had replied, 'Hey Y/N, how's it going with Tyler?'

'he's refusing to talk to me'

'are you sure about this whole fake-dating thing? he hurt you'

'thanks for your concern, I'm ok. And yes, I'm sure'

'okay, but if it happens again I'm stopping this, I don't want you getting hurt'

'that's what Tyler tells me whenever he ruins my chance of dating a guy'

'he's doing it because he cares for you'

'I know, but he doesn't listen to me'

'alright, so I'll see you tomorrow, princess'

'yes you will, babe💙'

"Who are you texting?" Tyler's voice came from behind you, and you turned to see him drying off his hair in his pajamas.

"Why are you asking?"

"Because you have a stupid grin on your face."

You realized that you had been smiling in your entire time you'd been texting Ethan. "Oh uhm, Ethan."

He was silent as he sat down on his bed to seriously face you. "Does he make you happy?"

"What?"

"Never mind." Tyler clicked the lights off and climbed under his blanket.

You were left with this question floating in your mind as you got ready for bed. A familiar piece of clothing brought a smile to your face as you realized you still had Ethan's sweatshirt and slipped it on. His comforting smell lulled you to sleep quickly.