-Ethan’s been inside prepping videos all day, trying to get ready for tour
-”It’s getting late, Ethan; you should go to bed. You can finish editing tomorrow.”
-”I will soon, Y/N. I just need to sync the audio on this video before I do.”
-you give up eventually, but still come in to check on him to make sure he’s doing okay
-around 4 a.m. you finally convince him to come to bed
-the next day he’s back at it again
-”Get dressed; we’re going out.”
-”Y/N, you know I can’t.”
-”Yes you can. Now get ready, Evan; we’re leaving in ten.”
-you grab your bag, put on your shoes, go wait in the living room, and then text Mark to have everyone meet you guys at the park—and to bring Chica, of course
-he finally comes out of the hole that his editing room has become
-”Let’s go! We’ve got things to do; people to see!”
-”Fine.”
-”Don’t take the tone with me, young man.”
-”…I’m older than you.”
-”That’s beside the point. Come on.”
-you pull him out the door and down to the car
-once you get to the park, you watch with hawk-like eyes for the rest of your friends, hoping they can do something to get Ethan out of his slump
-you realize your senses are poorer than you had originally thought when a dog nuzzles the back of your neck with its cold nose
-”Chica!”
-when he sees the golden retriever, Ethan’s detached stature turns around after a few sloppy, puppy dog kisses
-”Aww, you’re such a good ‘lil pup, Chica!” he says in that funny little voice of his, scratching behind her ear.
-an ice cream cone and a game of catch with Chica later, his attitude changed completely
-*three hours later*
-you’re back home, lying on the couch with the coffee bean that is your boyfriend when you notice he’s typing on his phone
-”Whatcha doin’?”
-”You’ll see.”
-a couple minutes later, the blue-cased device in your lap begins blowing up with Twitter notifications
-”Super fun day today! Thank you so much to my awesome gf @Y/T/N for forcing me outside to hangout! I APPRECIATE YOU <3″ -@CrankGameplays
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