"i have to get away from these hollywood girls grayson. i'll stay out of cali for a while."
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ethan dolan tiredly sits on the couch as grayson goes to his room. opening up his iphone x and going straight to instagram, his ex's newest snap starts playing.
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it was y/n and her friends at a party and she winked before ending the snap that was posted by a fan account of hers.
pressing the user y/l/nsnaps, he scrolled down the account showing all of her snapchats. he picked the one after the video of a black screen with a broken heart where their song played in the background.
it was her in the mirror posing, in ethan's favorite shirt on her and if you looked closely like he did, she was wearing the baby pink lingerie he bought for her too.
ethan missed her so much and there was no doubt y/n missed her too, she just never let it show. she hated the fact that ethan made her feel that. she hated how ethan made her feel like royalty. which she is but she never felt that by herself. she hated the fact that she loved ethan more than she loved herself. she hated ethan for everything he made her realize. because she didn't deserve to be treated like royalty and she didn't deserve ethan. ethan was the best, but she was the worst.
ethan didn't feel the tears fall down until grayson asked. "bro, are you alright?" grayson questioned, eyebrows furrowed in curiousity. then grayson saw what he was watching and patted ethan's back. he knew. they were both at fault. one wanted attention, one wanted affection. they both got hurt by the end. one gave too many, one didn't give anything. but boy were they the power couple. even though they don't have much in common, they had something. something that they thought they would dodge but grayson knew better. grayson knew they'd come back to each other, eventually.
y/n came home, completely sober. after dropping her drunk friends off, she finally had some alone time.
she pulled over to the parking lot she and ethan used to go every thursday. was it a coincedence that it was a thursday? probably.
grabbing the cd entitled "ilysb", she turned the stereo on and i hate u, i love u by gnash started playing. gnash were their artist. they both loved him during their prime. and damn did it hurt when their song started playing.
a familiar truck parked 8 slots from her. she bent over to look at the plate and fuck, she knew she was fucked.
ethan got out his car in y/n's favorite outfit of his. and coincedentally, y/n was wearing ethan's favorite dress on her.
hazel-green met brown and it seemed like the world stopped. every memory jogged back and it hit them.
y/n blinked and slammed the passenger door shut. as quickly as she could, she went to the driver's seat and drove off.
ethan almost followed y/n. he needed to get away. he needed a break from everything y/n related. but how could he when every place in la he goes to, it always reminds him of her?
