Dolan Twins Imagines/Drabbles

SMUT Ethan x You Again

"Okay, don't turn around yet, but Ethan just walked in and he looks so fucking good," my friend practically moaned as her eyes drifted over my head and to the door behind me.

My stomach sky rocketed into my throat, using every ounce of strength in my body to not turn around and let my eyes search our small hometown bar for the boy that had held my heart for far too long.

I hadn't seen Ethan since we graduated high school, and now we were almost through with college. For lack of better words, I had been absolutely dying to see him again.

"Where is he going? Is he coming this way? Who's he with?" I spat out, hardly letting myself breathe as I struggled to keep my composure.

In high school, Ethan was always the more quiet and shy twin beside his brother Grayson.

Grayson was always the center of attention, always the best athlete, and always known as the hottest in the grade.

Ethan, on the other hand, was intriguing to me as he was humble, quiet, and didn't know that he was good looking; which made him more attractive to me.

"Relax! He's with Gray and Ryan," my friend gave me wide eyes, embarrassed that I couldn't quite hold myself together.

I let out a nervous breath, knowing that by the time I finished my drink, all I would want to do is approach him and shoot my shot.

Which I would inevitably regret the following day.

Just as predicted, as I downed the last of my rum and coke, I found myself casually looking around the crowded bar, praying that I could nonchalantly catch sight of Ethan.

I turned back to the bar after an inconclusive room scan, immediately spotting Ethan on the opposite side of the bar; and his eyes were on me.

I quickly looked away, turning back towards my friends and pretending as if I had been engrossed in their conversation forever.

My friend swivelled in her bar stool to face me, catching my pink cheeks and hot ears as I smiled awkwardly under Ethan's gaze.

"Ethan's had his eyes on you since he walked in," her lips turned into a crooked smile as she leaned on the bar, her chin resting in her open palm.

"No he hasn't," I shook her off, literally shaking my head at her in order to keep my racing heart and running mind at bay.

She simply nodded at me, the same grin tugging at her lips.

"Let's go over there...talk to them," she suggested, already sliding off her bar stool and grabbing her purse.

"No, no, no. I wouldn't even—even know what to say to him," I whined, grabbing her arm, silently pleading her to stay in her place.

My palms began to sweat as she flicked them from her arms.

"Fine, then how about we walk past, pretend we're going to the bathroom, and I'll say something to Gray; start a convo between us all?" She suggested, eyebrows pulled high on her forehead in finesse for me.

I bit the inside of my cheek, waging war with myself internally before agreeing, slipping off my seat and letting my friend take my hand.

She lead the way, confidently pulling the two of us through the crowd of familiar faces, boys from our past nodding at her in approval left and right.

I peeked around the bodies in front of us, spying Grayson and Ryan at the bar.

But no Eth—

Thick fingers wrapped around my wrist, a thumb resting heavy over my pulse that made me stop in my tracks.