Spoken Words✔️

Chapter 2

Ethan's P.O.V

Once she hung up, I sighed, letting a little smile appear on my face but, also, I'm kinda disappointed.

I hadn't told her. I was about to, but I didn't. I had made a fool of myself but I did receive a little Emma talk. I loved the way she talked. Speaking with words that she was thinking at the same time. I turned around, placing my phone in my pocket.

"Well?" Grayson asks as he carries a box of canned soda heading to the fridge.

"Well, she's coming."

"I'm not that stupid. Have you told her?" He raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to open the fridge, waiting for my answer.

I walked over and open it up for him, sighing.

"I couldn't bring myself asking her if she wants to do a video with us alone, without James. I mean, she would feel awkward, wouldn't she?"

"Well, it was your idea. You're the one who told me this. And I had suggested to you if you had wanted me to ask, hadn't I? But you ended up denying it and said you'll do it yourself. Now, bitch, are you gonna bring yourself to do it or let the fridge stay open until we all freeze to death?" Grayson said nodding to the fridge door. I didn't realize that I was staring into space and he was done placing the box in.

I shrugged. "Yeah, I'll do it. Even though I, too, don't think it's a good idea," I say, closing the door to the fridge.

"Hey, Tuesday's around the corner. You're the idea man." Grayson said as he raised his hands, surrendering.

"I know, okay? Fuck, I know. Listen, did you order the pizza?" I changed the topic.

Grayson gave me a knowing look, indicating what I just done but didn't say anything. This was the perks of having a twin: Knowing when to talk and when to leave everything the fuck alone.

"Yeah, I'm doing that now. Get the other boxes?"

I nod, watching him leave for his phone that was charging in the living room.

I hope he doesn't know I lied to him.

Emma's P.O.V

I pulled into James's driveway and notice Ethan's jeep. Or was it Grayson? I honestly I didn't care.

I knocked on the door, waited, and shrugged as I opened the door. After all, it was open.

"Hey, I'm here," I announced.

"Yo, Emma! Heard you didn't sound too happy to come here," Grayson grinned, holding his phone to his ear.

"Well, sorry if I wanted to sleep, okay?" I greeted back, heading to the living room.

"Hey, sister!" James widely smiled, hugging me.

"What's up, sister?" I greeted back.

"So glad you could make it. Honestly, it was last minute when one of my friends suggested to make the party professional." He fanned himself with his sister fan. "Other than that, I'll have made it just my close friends."

I smiled, "Yeah, I know how fucking sad that is. Didn't you already have a party with the pro's?"

He sighed, "Apparently having a party at my place is better."

I place a hand on his shoulder, "Don't worry, James. It's going to be awesome when it's over."

James sniffed, "I love you!" He hugged me and we heard a voice calling him. He shouted, "Coming!" and promised to help me out with my make-up before the party.