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

seven

Ethan's POV:

"Where the fuck is she?" me and Grayson stack up our luggage in the car, while James sits there taking selfies.

"I don't know, she better get her ass here as soon as possible," he looks away from his phone and turns to us.

"Someone call her, we were supposed to leave at nine, it's already half past ten," grayson grunts, struggling to hold up his case.

"I'm calling her now-"

"No, I'm calling her," I cut James off and hold up my phone, clicking on her contact. He scoffs and goes back to snapchat or whatever he's doing.

My phone beeps a couple times and I hear her voice.

"What's up, E, be quick please, I'm late," she breathes heavily as I feel her run around the house.

"I was just calling you to see where you are-"

I'm cut off by a loud groan followed by a string of curse words.

"Emma? Are you okay, what happened?" My heart picks up its pace and I start to worry.

"No, I just stabbed my fucking toe in the fucking table, ouch, fuck-" I start laughing at her.

"I'm coming in a few, see you, Eth," I hear a zip closing and a loud thud, as whatever she threw fell on the ground.

"See ya," I smile and hang up.

"She's coming," I inform the guys and see them ready to go.

"Finally," they both say and Grayson drags the last few vowels.

"What were you laughing at?" Grayson sends me a smirk, "did she call you her dad-"

"No, Grayson, oh my god, just shut up," I rub my eyes, "she stabbed her fucking foot in the fucking table," they begin giggling.

I start to as well, but I feel footsteps running behind my back and someone ebraces me in a hug, causing me to stop.

I turn around and see Emma, her hair all messy and breathing uneven. A large smile comes over my face as I hug her back and lift her in the air for a second.

Once I drop her back down she greets us and goes to hug Grayson and James too.

"Sorry I'm a little late, I just-"

"A little?!" The three of us exclaim, laughing and shaking our heads.

"We were supposed to leave at nine and it's eleven now, good job Ems," Grayson applauds her sarcastically, causing us to chuckle.

"Alright, sorry! Let's go?" She throws her hands in the air and starts her camera.

We all get in the car, of course I'm in the drivers seat. Emma sat in the passenger's and the others in the back.

"Las Vegas, here we come!" We all cheer and I start the car.

"We're gonna be there at three in the morning, but I mean who cares, right?" Grayson speaks up.

"Definitely not us," Emma answers.

-

"I literally have to pee so bad, please, stop somewhere," she pats her legs and jumps up and down in her seat.

"Where do you think I can park?" I stretch my arm out to her.

"Hmm," she looks around and gasps, "there's an In-n-Out there!" She points to her right.

"Let's hope it's open, it's midnight," I park in front of it and she rushes out of the car.

"Guys, wake up," I shake Grayson's and James' legs. Their eyes flutter open and they look at me, "We're at In-n-out, you can go to the bathroom or whatever."

They nod and go in. I see Emma coming out of the men's bathroom.

"What-"

"I peed in a urinal."

"But why-"

"Women's bathroom is always fucking full, there's like two toilets there and there's always someone in," she rambles on, "did you take my camera?"

"Yep," I hold it up, "and it's filming."

"Should I tell them I peed in a urinal today?"

"Yes, do it."

"I peed in a urinal today," she says at the camera.

I turn it towards me, "Emma's gonna pity me of a girl peeing in a urinal, like, that's the definition of Emma," I look at her, "and I love it," I say jokingly and smirk.

"Gotta cut that out. Look, who decided to come!"

Grayson runs his hands through his hair, "is it open?"

"Yes."

"Let's go eat something."

-

After wasting time in dancing and eating, we're back in the car.

"We have an hour or less left until we get there," I tell them.

"Fuck no, I'm already numb and tired of sitting in this damn car," Emma streches out and sighs.

"What about me, I've never driven that much in my life. Well, maybe I have, I don't remember. I'm already hungry again."

"I have food," I can hear Emma's smirk as she takes her hand and puts it on my thigh.

I paralyze and hold my breath. I look at her only to see her a few inches away from me. Her smirk only grows more, as she moves her hand higher.

"E-emma-"

"Shh, be quiet," she puts a finger on my lips as she nods her head to the backseat.

I look in the mirror and see Grayson and James asleep. I turn my attention back to Emma and gulp.

She takes her hand away and runs it over my chest, stopping at my belt, lightly pulling on it.

I try to focus at the road. She leans closer, her breath on my ear and the right side of my neck, making me stiffen even more and get goosebumps.

"Don't worry, I turned off the camera," she whispers and slides her hand lower, right over my bulge.

"That's what you get for what happened the other day, daddy," her hand moves to my inner thigh again and trailing her fingers all the way to my knee, she takes off her hand and leans back in her seat, leaving me just like that.

I growl and tighten my grip on the steering wheel.

"But I'm serious, I have food left from In-n-out," she speaks up, reaching down to her legs and pulling up a box.

"I got the vegetarian option, which is like, just bread, but you're hungry so, eat," she hands the opened box to me.