i actually really like this one. it's s'cute (:
and if i write smut, would you beautiful people read it? i know some people are uncomfortable with it. i don't wanna write it if people are uncomfortable with it. let me know!
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y/n sat in the very back in the classroom with her pencil in hand drawing away at her paper. she never payed attention in this one particular class: geometry. it was boring and it was a waste of time. to occupy herself, she drew until the bell rang for her next class.
she didn't have any friends, maybe one. but they hadn't talked in months. they were only a friendly face in the crowd. she never minded being alone, sometimes it was best for her. on some days, she wished she wasn't lonely. but company never arrived. nobody ever spoke to her, they though she was sad all the time. they stayed away.
"are you just going to stand her and admire her? or what?" grayson tells his twin brother, ethan.
ethan dolan was an average boy, with an average amount of friends. he hadn't been popular, but there isn't really popularity in high school. he never considered himself popular, he was just an average boy with a crush on the quiet girl. he's had a crush on her ever since freshman year, they were now seniors in high school, soon going to college. he had to speak to her. just once.
"go, ethan! today is the day!" he smiled and pushed him away from his locker closer to y/n's locker. she wore a y/f/c shirt and black jeans, she hadn't really being into fashion. she dressed up in whatever she felt like.
ethan's shoulder hit the lockers, hard. his eyes clench shut in pain and he lets out a low growl.
"are you okay?" she says and closes her locker. her heavenly voice sounded like an angel to ethan.
"yeah, it's just my brother being an a.sshole," he chuckles and points to grayson. he stands by his locker with a devilish smile on his face. his plan was working.
"oh! you're the twins, right? ethan and grayson dolan?" she hadn't know many names, but the dolan's were pretty well known. they still hadn't been popular.
"yeah. you've heard of me-us! you've heard of us?" he recovers and scratches his ear.
"well yeah, we all have english lit together. you probably wouldn't know my name," y/n tucks her hair behind her ear and looks down in embarrassment. why was he even talking to her? she had been a nobody, why was ethan dolan speaking to her? even random kids in the hallway did a double take.
"it's y/n y/l/n," he chuckles. "i remember you from freshman year. you used to wear cool glasses and you had cool shoes."
"wait, you remember that?" she laughs and covers her face in embarrassment. her cheeks began to heat up.
"yes! how could i forget?" he laughed. "hey," he gently took her hands away from her face and looked her in her y/e/c eyes.
they stared at each other for what felt like forever until the bell rang and it broke them apart. ethan jumped back and hit his shoulder on the locker, again. he didn't care this time, he ignored the pain and stared at the beautiful girl before his eyes.
"y/n? do you want to hang out some time?"
"like a date?" she questions and looks behind her to see the hallway beginning to empty. she had to get to class or she'll get detention.
"yeah, like a date," he smiles. "i won't let you go to class until you say-"
"yes," she replies quickly. "i'll go on a date with you."
"tonight?"
"uh," she begins to walk away. "yeah! pick me up at nine." she turns down the hallway.
"i don't know where you live!" he shouts out to her. but she's already gone, and all that is left is a smile on her face. she finally had someone to talk too. and ethan finally got the girl before she slipped away.
"bro!" grayson clamped down on ethan's neck. "you did it!" he yelled. this cause a teacher to come out of his class and into the hallway.
"you two! get over here now! you both have detention!" the old man yelled. the twins laughed and walked to their next class to plan out ethan's date for the night.
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Ethan Dolan Imagines
Fanfic[ highest ranking #11 in fanfiction ] in which i write about my dreams that'll never come true and give feelings you never want to feel. (i write interracial too, us brown girls need loving too.)