lies//ethan dolan

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trigger warnings

-grayson-

"And. And! She had 2 coloured eyes!!-"

"Ok, Ethan! Jeez, you don't even know her name." He's been telling me about this girl for about an hour.

"You should've seen her. She was a god!"

"Ethan! I'll see her when I edit the vide-"

"You suck at editing though, Gray." ok.

"Do you want me to see her or not?"

"DO IT HURRY UP YOU ARE TAKING TO LONG WE GOTTA POST."

"CHILL OUT IT'S SUNDAY."

-editing-

"She'll show up in like 3..2..1- oh okay there she is." I look over to Ethan and he has his eyes glued to the screen and his mouth in a small 'o' shape.

"Ethan close your mouth boi" He quickly shuts it and coughs awkwardly.

"Do you see her face?" 

"lil' bit. But I can't see her features. It's blurred."

"WAIT- LISTEN TO HER ACCENT It's BEAUTIFUL!" Ethan turns up the volume all the way.

"you stuck, mate?" The girl said.

"Hooooly shi-"

"I know right." Ethan stares at me. I gotta admit. I love her voice. It's so smooth and seems carefree.

We finish editing the video and I grab out my iPhone out and record Ethan on SnapChat. He's watching the girl. I didn't show the video just the voices. I captioned it 'New video this Tuesday! Ethan is wrapped around someone's finger!' Posted.

-lily-

I grab my razor and turn on the shower. In tears.

you haven't eaten since London. My grandma said. That was like 2 days ago. eat

I hop into the shower.

   1 cut for being me

   2 cuts for my grandma's nagging

   3 cuts for three bites

6 in total. Add 4 more. 10. even numbers are better.

I watch the razor cut into my skin opening my skin into two. Watching the blood drip onto the shower floor.

"What have I become Jacob," I whisper.

I clean up the blood in the bathroom and cover my cuts with a bandage.

 I put on my pyjamas which consist of black joggers and my plain black sweatshirt. I usually let my hair air dry since I'm too fucking lazy to dry it myself. I put it in a messy bun. 

-morning-

I turn off my alarm and hop into the shower. Wash my hair, body, shave, you know the drill. 

I get out of the shower and step onto the scale. 120. no no no no no I gained weight? Another reason to hate me. I need to get to 100.

I put on my undergarments, and then some loose ripped jeans, and a black Harry Styles hoodie. Hey, don't judge. 

I grab my phone and go to youtube. I usually scroll on the videos but never actually watch them. I usually just get bored and head to Spotify, which has my music like, Marina and the Diamonds, Melanie Martinez, BlackBear, Troye Sivan, The Neighbourhood, and others. My grandma says I have shitty music taste that I should get into pop. But I rather have this.

I tune on my MatD (Marina and the Diamonds) playlist and Mowgli's Road is on. I just started listening to that song recently and its become one of my favourites. I also like Teen Idle, Starring Role, Savages- I'm getting off track nfuhwbsns

I grab Fault in our stars. And put it in my bag, and a drawing pad with pencils and sketch pens. And zip up my bag. As I'm walking out the door I hear my grandma on the phone. 

"Are you out of your mind!? Have you seen what he's done to your family? You can't take him back." I wonder who she is talking about. I'll ask later.

I head out the door to a park I saw earlier. And head to the tall tree in the shadows and put in my music-MatD ofc- and start humming to it. I close my eyes and rest my head on the trunk, thinking of what to draw. I open my eyes and see the tree in front of me.

tie the rope into the strongest branch. tie it together. wrap around your neck. and fall.

I shake the thoughts out of my head and decide to draw what was on my mind. A person-me-hanging them self. 

I spent a pretty good hour humming to my playlist drawing then I heard loud laughing. I turn my head and notice it's the guy from the beach. Wow, I haven't thought about him since the beach. 

I notice something else though. He has a twin? Jeez. Double the annoying. But the other one looks much more cleaned up than him. His hair gelled up, black skinny jeans, and a purple sweatshirt. While he is wearing black sweatpants and a yellow sweatshirt, and messy hair. Damn. 

I forgot I was staring until the neat looking one was looking towards me. I quickly look down at my drawing and add more detail. Well, pretend. I'm pretty swift so I'm pretty sure he didn't catch me staring.

-grayson-

she was totally staring.

"yo E"  Looking at his phone."Remember the girl you're obsessed with?"

"I'm not obsessed. But yeah?"

"I think I found her" He quickly got his attention to be I thought he was gonna break his neck.

"WHERE?"

"Chill out! Behind that tree. I think she's drawing."

"Imma go over there."

-ethan-

As I was walking over I was thinking about what to say. But most of it was plain old dumb. 

"stupid," I muttered to myself.

"erm- Hey" I choked out. She snapped her head in my direction with wide eyes. 

"Hey" She replied not smiling.

"Aren't you from the beach." I just wanna hear her accent.

"Yes." I noticed she was picking up her stuff. And taking out her earbuds.

"What you listening to?" I really want a conversation

"Music" She scoffed. Damn attitude.

I laugh. "I'm Ethan by the way and over there is my twin. Grayson." I nod my head towards Grayson so he can come over. He starts coming over and the girl gets up. She was silent for a moment putting on her bag.

"Call me... London."