ethma | e.d+e.c (completed)

three

Emma's POV:

I wake up in Ethan's bed. I sit up and look around and see that we have forgotten to turn off the Xbox yesterday. Not my fault.

I get out of bed and crouch next to his TV to turn it off. I enter the bathroom to wash my face and drink some water, since I don't have a toothbrush.

I walk through the small hall and enter the kitchen. I see James on one of the chairs next to the table and Grayson cooking pancakes.

"Good morning, sisters," I mumble as get in the kitchen.

"What's up?" Grayson asks me, flipping his pancake.

"Nothing much, were's Ethan?"

"He isn't awake yet," James answers and takes a selfie.

"How do you manage to look pretty enough to take a selfie?" I sit on one of the bar stools next to him.

"I don't know, I'm just slaying all the time," he sends me a cocky smile and presses his lips into a duckface again.

"That doesn't really help," I sigh and rub my eyes.

"The pancakes are ready, you can put whatever you want on top. I'm gonna go wake up Ethan now," Grayson sets the plate with pancakes on the table and leaves the room.

"What time is it?"

"I don't kno- 8:45am, oh, my god. I didn't even know I could wake up this early."

"Me neither."

"He- fuck," Ethan whispers as he sees me.

"Hi Emma," he enters the room with messy bed hair and only sweatpants on. "Didn't expect to see you up this early," he smirks at me, as he sits in front of me.

I gasp at his morning voice, but cover it up with a yawn. "Neither did I, Ethan," I smirked back, pointing out the fact he called me by my full name.

"Hi, kitty girl daddy," James greets him, while scrolling through his phone.

"That's a new one."

He takes his phone out and checks himself out in the front camera.

"Ew, I look like ass," he cringes and runs his fingers through his hair.

"You look hot," James says out of nowhere, not taking his eyes off his phone. Grayson enters the room and sits next to Ethan.

"Thank you, sister," Ethan replies and puts a pancake in his plate.

"Oh, no, I was talking to myself," James sends Ethan a smile and then makes an 'o' shape with his lips. "Ooh, but you don't look bad either," he winks.

"Well, thanks, I'm flattered," he rolls his eyes. Grayson laughs and looks at me.

"Emma, aren't you gonna compliment Ethan as well? Bring his ego up a little," he gives me a smirk, only to make Ethan's face turn red.

I sit there, looking confused, but attempt to do something. "Well, I know he knows he looks better than me, I mean everyone looks better than me, but-"

"I definitely do not look better than you," Ethan makes eye contact with me. "Don't try fight me on that one."

"You do-"

"I said don't fight me. I'm serious," he takes a bite out of his pancake.

I roll my eyes at him. "Okay, daddy," I smirk as I dig into my food. I see Ethan stiffen and inhale a sharp breath through his nose.

I can see Grayson trying to hide his laugh, so do I.

-

"Where did you guys put my clothes?" I ask them as I go through the whole living room, searching for them.

"Oh, I folded them and placed them on the chair in my room. I thought you would change after you wake up," Ethan speaks and looks up his phone to see me. I feel my heart flutter and mentally tell it to go fuck itself.

"I didn't even notice them," I face palm myself while going to change. I hear Ethan laugh.

I walk in and see them on his chair, absolutely noticeable if you sit in the bed. I let out a huff and change.

"Alright, I'm gonna head home-"

"Do you need a ride?" Ethan asks me. I just now realise we are the only ones here.

"If you don't mind."

"No, of course." He stands up from the couch and straightens his shirt.

"Where are James and Gray?"

"They went out to buy some things for the project."

"So James knows about it but I don't?" I fake gasp and cross my arms over my chest.

"He doesn't know anything about it either," he laughs. "Grayson probably just tells him to wait in the car."

"Oh, okay, then it's fine. Let's go?"

"Yeah," we walk to his car and I sit in the passenger seat. We put our seatbelts and he pulls out their driveway.

"I was thinking," I start off, "maybe we could go somewhere for a day or two. Maybe this weekend?"

He furrows his eyebrows, "to where for example?"

"I've always wanted to go to Las Vegas, I can book our hotel rooms and etc, we can drive to there, it would be so fun. And I can finally have footage for my part of the collab!" I exclaim and throw my hands up, hitting the roof of his car.

"Ouch, holy fuck, I'm so dumb!" I curse, rubbing my knuckles.

I look to my left to see Ethan laughing so hard to the point he was wheezing. I felt embarrassed, but it made me laugh as well.

He decides to stop beside the road.

He stops the car and places his forehead on the steering wheel, taking deep breaths to calm himself down.

"I was about to pass out," he exhales and takes out his phone. He turns against me so I can't see his screen, making me roll my eyes.

He types something and I soon get a notification from twitter. I see it's him who tweeted.

"You decided to stop midway to my house just so you can tweet what happened and embarrass me?" I look at him bluntly and he nods his head with a big smile.

I eventually give in and smile at him back. I open the tweet and reply:

emmachambie: you should buy a roofless car

"You know what, that's actually a good ass idea," he tells me.

"I know, you have three days to buy it, cause we're going to Vegas this weekend!" I shout and go to throw my hands up again, but I stop myself and drop them back down.

Ethan starts laughing again, "sorry, I'm just really excited about that" I tell him and tighten my scrunchie.

"Yeah, I know how it is," he starts the car again and finally drives me home.

-

I thank him as I get out of the car. He does the same.

"Hi," I turn around and giggle, "where are you going?"

"To walk you to your door?" He says as if it's obvious and tilts his head.

"No, you don't have to-"

"But I want to."

I give up and walk to my door, him following me behind. I step on the porch and turn around, gasping afterwards.

He was so close to me, there were only like four inches between us. I jump slightly back.

"What?" He asked me, looking into my eyes.

We hold eye contact for a second, then I look away. "You scared me... again," I laugh nervously.

"Sorry," he smiles at me and begins walking away, "see you soon, E."

"See you soon," I grin at him and open the door.