ethan dolan imagines

he sketches//four

this felt awkward in the beginning i'm gonna warn ya. and i wish this photo didn't crop out the girl that actually bothers me how people would find a photo of someone taking a selfie of the twins, and just full on crop out their face.

btw thanks for listening to my rant in my previous:)

Your POV
"wait what?" i ask turning my head to meet his morning face. he looks down, embarrassment being an understatement.

"i'm so weird, this entire time i've been sketching a portrait for you."

i remember the fact that ethan draws things that mean something to him, my heart jolted. his eyes meet mine, a well-defined color of green in them that i always get distracted by.

i feel the room get hotter, more tense, clouds block the sunlight shining through the window like it already had. a curtain over it. but i don't want there to be a dramatic change in the atmosphere just over something that he did.

"ethan it's fine," i say. "you have your reasons."

"i feel like a stalker."

"i've let you hang out with me, you're not a stalker ethan."

"but is it weird to draw someone without them realizing it?"

"i'm not stopping you," i say.

"i know, you just...i feel different around you. there's a person in everyone's life that means something to them," he says. "i don't know, i just like you y/n. i've liked you ever since i met you."

i try to fly that over my head and keep this lighthearted, it was impossible.

"you made me feel important," he says, managing the space between us comfortably. "i can't describe it, and it makes me feel crazy just thinking about how much you mean to me."

i know he thinks he's a stalker for me judging by the uncomfortable distance. we were not even close, we looked like strangers. my heart twisted painfully by how he's unknowingly hurting his feelings. my sympathetic eyes meet his, i can tell he's actually never felt this before, he feels foreign to this sensation that surrounds us. it's just a drawing, he doesn't need to look at it as weird, i don't think it's weird. i feel rather flattered, i don't think he knows that.

"i'm sorry for making you uncomfortable," ethan speaks, his fingers tangled around eachother awkwardly.

"can i see?" i speak, my body begins closing the distance between us.

he looks at me intensely, his eyes carefully focused on mine.

"okay," he says. (i'm like lowkey uncomfortable writing this)

we both sit on the edge of his bed before he opens his book, his fingers shaking while flipping through the worn out pages, grass stains visible from the first time i met him, bullies threw the book down like it was trash, my chest tightens, knowing how much hard work was put to it. stories speak out loud by pencil strokes.

then he reaches it. "i'm not done with it, i have to do some shadow-"

"ethan," i say taking it out of his hands. my breath goes unsteady. vibrant colors caught my eyes, bold lines capture me, i visibly stiffen looking at a perfect image of me in pencil. my hair glows on there more than in real life, i notice wind being portrayed in the page by seeing my hair free floating, dancing gracefully. my lips cherry stained, my eyes in a dramatic color, just like the what's behind my body, the vibrant hues portraying a sunset, it made my skin glow. (cheezy mcshleezy yeezy ewwwwsleeezyy)