ethan dolan imagines

tension

unedited cause it's a good excuse.

partially inspired by this song and a dream that i had...music kinda influences my dreams...

this is really different to something y'all expect me to do...it's kinda...dIFFERENT lol i'm repeating myself.

Your POV
"ethan i really need help," i spoke through the phone. he huffs by my demand.

"you seriously need someone to help you with picking a dress for this party?"

"it's an important one, and i trust you with the decision," i spoke. i could hear the smile rise on his lips through the phone. "come on you're my friend."

"fine baby," he spoke. i put my finger between my teeth, not really sure why i did that. i had the urge to.

"what if i told you you looked perfect in everything?" he says lacing his hands with mine. i stare at the gesture.

"then i would kiss you."

"yeah right," he says biting his lip, then adds on quickly "-and ew"

"i'm offended," i respond with a pouty face. he gave me a sly grin, looking at his face my expression was. the dress store was up ahead, it's usually quiet on a sunday.

"i think you good in everything then," he says looking at me with a smirk. "you got a good body."

i push his face away, "ew please, stop."

"i wanted my kiss, c'mon y/n," he's pleas. this is us almost every day when we hang out, i began noticing how different we are compared to other best friends. we seem pretty confident around eachother, including our actions. we would be seen as a a couple or just a really the rim or a tipping point of a friendship. ethan honestly holds me like one, his hand would travel around my back to my waist, then down my arm to my hand, then holds it tight. it's really subtle things that really capture my eye quick, and i can't help but analyze them instead of ignoring them lately. questioning his senses on those things, does he ignore them? we're friends, and i never told him how these small things can affect me this much.

but gradually taken notice by my eyes, his hands snake around my waist, and his own pupils toy with mine along with his lips; it's teasing, in the most purest friendliest form, but can tip the point so easily. i feel the tension between us, it's so silent yell it's loud in my mind. i mean, it is just harmless flirting; no good use to it other than playfulness and slight attraction. slight attraction-

the store really was almost empty, the lady watches us come in a glared at us with suspicion. i should get used to it though, it happens a lot.

"you two looking for something?" she says looking at both of us.

"she's gonna try on some dresses," ethan answers.

i walked into the waiting for and ethan went off to find dresses for me. he knows my style more than anyone, very different since he's a guy.

he opens the curtains to see me about to strip off my shirt. i feel the air in my throat stiffen. it began a to feel heavy around my feet, the burning of my ears and cheeks not helping out. "here's five."

"dude, privacy?" i ask with my eyebrow raised. my hands were still tucked in my shirt, but my insecurities pulled it back down to my waist as i waited for ethan to leave.

or maybe insecurities, it's just the thought of having him around. is it discomfort? but he's my friend, we always do this. the temperature seemed to rise in here already-