Committed | Ethan Dolan

Chapter 7 - Wooden Bridge

BELLA'S POV:

Exploring the French streets is great. There is so many unique buildings along with talented buskers. I never knew how different countries could be.

We all made sure to take pictures of the views, it looked so aesthetic. Since we left without any security, Kyle recommended that we rent a car for a day just in case we need to leave somewhere quickly. I'm guessing he meant if a herd of viewers turn up. To be honest, I didn't even know you could rent a car for a day.

Sam got up Google maps on his phone and got directions to a cute looking bridge that went over a lake. It said it would take 33 minutes to get there. How specific.

We got to the car rental place and collected a car. Since only the twins could drive, it was between them to decide who would be in charge of the car. In the end, it was settled that Ethan would drive.

Sam sat in the front since he was the personal satnav, me and Grayson were sat in the back. Ethan was craving Starbucks. So since he was driving and decides where we go...

We went to Starbucks.

A fan in Starbucks also gave us all a lollipop each, pretty random, but it was nice.

As we continued our journey, I watched my boyfriend drive. This was the first time I had seen him drive and it made me kind of emotional. Growing up was a scary and irreversible process that I wish I could avoid.

"Where's the aux cord?" Grayson asks us, scanning the car controls.

"I don't think there is one." Sam frowned.

"Well that sucks." Ethan groaned.

"How about we put the radio on?" I chuckled, avoiding negativity. I reached through the two front seats to turn on the radio.

"Hey, why isn't your seatbelt on?" Ethan briefly looked at my outstretched arm. I sat back down in my seat.

"Ethan relax, you're not going fast." I shrugged. "We haven't got to the motorway yet." I continued.

"You mean highway?" Grayson grinned at me.

"Motorway actually, we're in France." I smirk at Grayson as he looks at me blankly.

"Fine. 'Motorway'." Grayson rolls his eyes.

"Woah you say it weird." I widen my eyes at him.

"What, no I don't. Ethan do I say it weird?" Grayson frowns at his own accent.

"What motorway? No?" Ethan shruggs.

"Oh my god, you say it weird too." I giggle, it sounded way hotter in an American accent.

"Can we stop saying that word now?" Sam chuckled.

"What word?" Grayson raised his eyebrows.

"Motorway." Sam shook his head.

"I thought you said not to say it." Ethan overexaggerated a gasp as Sam rolled his eyes and Grayson laughed.

As we drove I continued to admire Ethan. He had began to suck on his lollipop which made me even more attracted to him for some reason. He was currently driving with one hand on the wheel and one on his lap. I decided to take a quick snap of him since he looked so damn good. (Picture at the top).

"How long now?" I asked Sam.

"It says-" Sam began.

"No! Don't say it, I want to guess first." Grayson nodded to himself. "I'd say we're 12 minutes away." He said confidently.