Celebrity On The Run | Dolan Twins ✔️

2nd chapter

"Aw, no! Are you dressed ?! " Ethan semi-yelled as he opened the door of his apartment and looked at me carefully, grinning like a little kid who had just done one of his dummies. I rolled my eyes and put on a bored expression. "I was dressed in the morning too." I frowned. "I disagree, I saw everything essential. But if that's what you think.." He shrugged.

"Are you coming in or-" "Do you have a car?" I interrupted whatever he was about to say. He blinked in surprise and nodded. "Sure I have a car." "And can I borrow it, please?" He raised his eyebrows. "Not by chance." He shook his head in disgust. "Come on! I'm a good driver."I said, putting on a pleading look. "Really?" I thought. "Well, depends on how you define the word good." I shrugged as Ethan smirked amusedly. "Do you not have your own car?" I sighed. "I have, but I can't find the keys." I mumbled. "Do you know I'm not surprised?"

"Will you help me or not?" I was impatient. Hungry me is not my good side, just like my morning one. Just no, no.
"What neighbor would I be if I didn't help you ma'lady?" He smiled, picking up his jacket from the coat hanger and putting his car keys in my hand. "Let's go?" He raised his eyebrows, slammed the door behind the apartment and headed for the staircase. "WE are going?" What ... wait how are we going? I don't need an escort! " I said, but he ignored me and continued walking.

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"... and this is a shifter." Ethan continued in his boring speech, ignoring the fact that I knew how to drive. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and stopped listening, looking at my reflection in the rearview mirror. He didn't recognize me, just like everyone else. "Jasmin!" I shuffled, and turned to Ethan. "Are you listening at all?!" He frowned. "Do I look like it?" I replied with a grin, turning the key in the ignition.

"Where are we going?" Ethan asked, looking for something in the glove compartment. "Shopping." I replied.

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Ethan has been telling me everything about his car the whole time. I rolled my eyes, preferring not to comment, trying to reach the top shelf that was full of Cheerios honey. "Do you want help?" I shook my head, but Ethan didn't take that as an answer. I felt his hands on my waist, and before I could make any protest, he lifted me into the air. "Thanks." I mumbled when I felt the ground again under my feet. "No problem." He winked at me, grabbed the basket and continued into the sweets section. I followed him, but in the middle of the road, he stopped at the magazine. I caught up with the cover of Seventeen Magazine, from which a young blond girl smiled brightly at me. The headline read: SHOCKING MISSING OF THE YOUNG STAR WITH NO CLUES. The photo on the front page was about a week old, taken on her eighteenth birthday, and she was as fake as she could be. Bright green eyes, blond curls, and a little tattoo on the right side of her neck, all of this was a scam. She was not a blonde, her eyes were blue, and she would never have tattooed a stupid thing on her neck! The world knew her as Rose Lipey, the American singer.

"Jasmin?" I turned to Ethan and waited for what he has to say this time. "Can you bake?" He raised his eyebrows. "When I say I can, you won't want me to make something for you, will you?" His lips stretched into a big smile. "So you can."

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"What about a cheesecake ?!" I opened the main doors, the front door to the building, and held them to Ethan, who carried the bags. "No." I shook my head disagreeably and headed for the staircase. "I let you borrow my car and brought your bags! Chessecake would be a reasonable reward for my favor. "He whimpered. "But I've never baked it before." I said. "Everything has to be for the first time."

"Did you see my apartment? It's a warehouse! My kitchen is full of boxes! I can't find my car keys. let alone bake cheesecake!" I rolled my eyes. I for sure am a mess, aren't it. "for how much longer do you want to keep those boxes? A Year? "I rolled my eyes. "No, I intend to have them until I unpack everything."