the plane ride from la to hawaii would take five hours. thankfully, we had specifically booked our seats based on who we talked to the most. in the first group of three, the seating situation went: grayson in the window seat, ethan in the window, and me in the aisle seat.
the next group of three: ginger in the aisle, braxton in the middle, and serena in the window seat. holden specifically wanted to sit alone, so he got the seat behind me.
i internally cringed, i just knew that this wasn't going to go well. i brushed off my jeans, and reached over to poke ginger.
she turned to face me, and greeted me with a smile. "what's up, mase-mase?"
"we need to talk when we get off of the flight, okay?"
she nodded, and gave me the thumbs up signal. she knew what was going on, and she was an easy egg to crack. i was going to get some answers!
i was about to cling to ethan, but he was busy. ethan and grayson were watching youtube videos on ethan's phone. they really did everything together, it was super cute.
ginger had fallen asleep, braxton and serena were having a heated discussion, and holden had his beats on. i ran a hand through my hair, and took off my shoes. i was about to take my blanket out of my carry on, and relax.
grayson yanked his earbud out of ethan's ear, which caused him to yelp. "GRAYSON! what the hell was that for?"
i was intrigued.
"tammi just texted me back. fudge off, ass clown." grayson covered his phone screen with his hand, and turned away from ethan.
"you're actually two years old, i swear." ethan groaned, and turned to face me.
he nipped on my jaw, and ran his fingers through my hair. "i'm so excited for hawaii. thank you for inviting me and grayson, princess."
i could feel my face heating up.
jesus christ, if only he knew the impact he had on me.
i could sense that grayson was getting grossed out, and rightly so. there was a lot of pda going on, right in front of him. also, his brother was attempting to give me hickeys as well.
i smirked, and nudged ethan. i could tell that he was picking up on the same thing as i was.
"it's no problem," i leaned over a little, so grayson could hear a little better. "big daddy."
ethan and i giggled as grayson reacted to what i had said. "that's fucking HIDEOUS. god, why me." grayson was trying his hardest not to laugh, but it wasn't working. "you wanna know the worst part? i think that ethan liked what you said." he covered his mouth with his hands.
ethan laughed, and spoke before turning to face me again. "maybe i did."
please don't blush again, please don't blush again...
my body did as it was told, for the first time.
ethan stroked my cheek with his giant thumb, and gave me a goofy smile. "you're my dream girl, i swear. i have never met anybody that enjoys torturing gray as much as i do."
i gave him a quick kiss, i knew that he wouldn't be able to control himself if we made out. that would be weird for several reasons, obviously. i wasn't going to be a member of the mile high club, especially under these circumstances.
"you're so cute," i kissed his cheeks, and smiled at him. "you remind me of a pancake."
he chuckled, and shook his head. "strangely, that isn't nearly as bad as tinky winky. i'll take it."
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a/n: i have this story completely planned out, this is so exciting ndjdjdw
p.s.
THE NEXT CHAPTER HAS A LOT OF SMUT IN IT SO YOU CAN SKIP IT IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE
