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

twelve

i love time skips hehe sigh

Emma's POV:

"Are you done packing?" Grayson's voice booms through the apartment.

"Almost," I yell back, tossing some last clothes in my case, zipping it up.

I put it on the floor and make the bed. I look around the room in case I forget something, then grab the handle of the case and begin to drag it, leaving the room.

I go into 'my' bathroom, since it's the one I actually used.

"Shit," I murmur as my eyes focus on my toothbrush that I forgot to pack.

I lazily take the toothbrush and put it in a plastic bag, since my ass forgot to take something to put it in, wrap the bag around it and throw it in the case.

"I'm done," I yell to Grayson and walk around the apartment, only to see he isn't here.

I put my hand on the doorknob and twist it slightly, opening the door and stepping out.

I leave the key in and go to the elevator. I press the button and wait for it to come to my floor.

The doors slowly open and I see Ethan in there. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to help you, guess you don't need help," he smiles at me and presses the first floor button.

"No, it's pretty easy to carry," I lift it up a little and put it back down.

"If you say so," he says quietly and silence kicks in.

I open my mouth to say something when the doors of the elevator open with a loud 'ding' sound.

"C'mon," he motions his hand towards me, indicating me to grab it. I hesitate at first, but go for it.

His grip tightens a little, but then he interwines our fingers and begins swinging our hands forwards and backwards.

I grin to myself and look up at him, seeing a big smile on his face.

We stop at the lobby and tell the woman we're leaving and where we left the key.

We go to the car and Ethan gets my case settled. Grayson and James are already in the car, chatting and laughing about something.

"Guys," I bring their attention to me, "Bryant's birthday is soon, what are we going to get him?"

Ethan jumps in the car, closing the door and putting his seatbelt on after.

"I don't know, me and E were thinking of something, but I have no idea how it's gonna workout," Grayson answers for me.

Ethan starts the car, "yeah, we were thinking of buying him a car or something, but he already has one, so..." he trails off. His arms flex as he turns the steering wheel.

"I have no idea what to buy him either, so can I, like, be a part of your present?" I flutter my lashes at them pleadingly.

Ethan looks at me and sighs, "of course you can."

"Yay!" I exclaim and hug him tightly. I look at Grayson who's smugly smiling at Ethan, but quickly snaps his head towards mine.

"I can't hug you, you're too far," I send him a sympathetic smile.

"No problem, atleast you got to hug Ethan, right?"

I feel heat rising to my cheeks so I look down, trying to hide it, "yeah."

"Well, I'm going to sleep, have fun," James smirks at me. "Me too," Grayson says and they look at each other mischievously, before closing their eyes.

I roll my eyes, "they're annoying," I turn to Ethan.

"They really are," he agrees.

"Hey! We damn well heard that!" James and Grayson yell in unison, causing me and Ethan to start laughing silently.

"Glad you heard it," I smirk.

"She erased you both. C'mon, dab!" Ethan motions to my hands.

I furrow my eyebrows and look at him, "what th-"

"Dab!" he takes my elbow and tries to make me dab, but fails.

I dab myself and he just 'ooh's. "What the fuck, you're weird."

"You too, you're obsessed with coffee and use nubbin without knowing the meaning."

"Sorry I didn't know the meaning, I'm pretty sure you did, huh?" I smirk at him, "atleast I don't yell in your face telling you to dab. You probably woke up not only them," I point to the backseat, "but the people in this place as well."

He smirks to himself, "so you're saying you can be quiet?" he looks in the mirror, then grabs my thigh.

I jump and tense up. "W-what are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" he tilts his head.

"What if they see?" I begin to panic.

"See what?" His smirk grows bigger, "I just want a piece of gum," he shrugs his shoulders and shoves his hand in my pocket. He tugs on it once, before actually getting the pack out of it and throwing a piece in his mouth.

He skips the pack to my lap and brings his hands back to the steering wheel.

I cross my legs and gulp, looking out of the window.