ice cream.

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ethan was trying to make conversation in the car. usually, it wouldn't be awkward, but just ten minutes earlier... i had admitted to my group members that my boyfriend basically didn't care about me. i wasn't exactly in the talking mood anymore.

"hey, masen?" he didn't look at me, he just kept his eyes on the road.

i picked at my nail polish, and glanced at ethan. "yeah?"

he fixed his hair with one of his hands, and made eye contact with me. "um, i don't know if this is going to make you feel any better... but you deserve better than your boyfriend."

"that's really nice of you, ethan. you're such a sweet boy." i pinched his cheek, and he made an odd noise.

"hey, you aren't allowed to distract the driver," he shook his head and swatted my hand away. "do you want to get some ice cream or something?"

i really was in the mood for ice cream.

"it's like you read my mind, let's go."

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we had stopped at a little ice cream shop near my house.

he paid for both of our giant cups of ice cream. he got rocky road (i have no idea why people actually enjoy that flavor) and i got cake batter.

a guy that looked... almost exactly like ethan... placed our cups of ice cream on the table.
"hey big brother, who's this?" ethan's brother was squeezing the life out of him, and squishing his cheeks.

i couldn't help but laugh, since i did the same thing earlier.
"masen, this is my twin brother, grayson."
grayson held out his hand for me to shake it.

i took his hand, and nodded. "it's nice to meet you."

"it's nice to meet you too, it has been a loooong time since i've seen e-tee-wee-tee with a girl."
i had to hold in my laughter, because i didn't want to snort in front of anyone.

"did you say–"

ethan buried his face in his hands, and groaned loudly.
"nobody calls me that, i swear. go away, grayson!"

it was a good thing that i had gone for ice cream with ethan, i didn't stop laughing the entire time.

the evening portion of today, however, was an absolute mess. it all started at 10 at night, when my boyfriend knocked on my window.

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a/n: this story is probably going to end up being my favorite dndndn

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