Beyond a Brotherly Bond | Grethan

Chapter 8

Author's Note: Heyie, welcome back! I looooooove this chapter, it was definitely one of my favorite ones to write. The long awaited "first date" is here! Let's see how Ethan and Meredith kick it off...

By the way, I hope you were able to get some new Dolan Twins merch! I literally bought the white hoodie in 0.000000025 seconds (did you get the reference?)

This chapter switches to different characters' points of view pretty frequently, so watch out for that! I hope you like it!
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*Ethan's POV*

The party is loud and obstreperous, unlike anything I have ever seen. I can't decide what's crazier: the three-story mansion, or the fact that it doesn't even seem large enough to withstand the capacity of people at this party. I assumed that arriving earlier than the time Meredith sent me would mean that I'd be one of the first people at the party. Boy, was I wrong.

I hobble through the front door, pausing to take in the interior. The large glass door entrance is immediately followed by an enormous foyer with marble staircases ascending on both sides of the room. The strobe lights bouncing off the walls make the room appear like a planetarium.

I pull out my phone to text Meredith that I arrived. I definitely need her help navigating through this party.

To: Meredith

9:17 PM: "Hey babe, I'm here! I'm at the entrance and I'm not really sure where to go. This place is huge!"

After messaging her, I put my phone away and quickly become very self-conscious of my presence. I probably look like an idiot just standing here. I should walk around and maybe grab a drink until she responds to me.

Making my way through the foyer is an uncomfortable slew of seductive glances from drunk girls and strokes across my arm to get me to dance with them. I've never experienced this kind of attention from older girls (besides on my Instagram pictures), and I don't like it.

I finally feel my phone vibrate.

From: Meredith

9:22 PM: "Hey cutie, I'm in the living room! I can't wait to see you!"

I look up from my phone, scanning all the different pathways that branch out from the foyer. I play a mental game of eenie-meenie-miney-mo to determine which room I'll explore first. The pathway to the kitchen is the winner.

I push through more crowds of people, finally reaching the kitchen. Never in my life have I seen a kitchen large enough to have two stainless steel refrigerators with touchscreens on them, but I guess there's a first time for everything.

In the center of the kitchen was an enormous island with dozens of bottles of alcohol and juices. I've never cared for drinking, which is why parties have never been a main interest of mine to attend anyway. I don't see a single bottle of water anywhere, so I guess I can forget about getting a drink.

A boy with dark brown hair styled up to a classic quiff and dark green eyes turns to me, "Hey, want me to make you a drink?" Holy shit, it's Jack Gilinsky. He's so much taller in person than he appears in photos, and his smile is just as perfect. His words were slurred as they left his mouth.

"Oh, no. But thanks, man! It's really cool to meet you, I'm Ethan Dolan!" I smile shyly. He grabs my shoulder and pulls me close, whispering in my ear, "Dude, you're fucking hot. Do you wanna fuck upstairs?"

My eyes grow wide and I feel as if I have to physically hold my mouth shut to stop my jaw from dropping to the ground. "NOOOOOO THANK YOU," I yell over the music. I quickly pull his hand off of my shoulder and attempt to turn away.