Dolan Imagines ♛

•Hawaiian Party~ E

Based off the music video - (which I fucking love I'm sorry)

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I think about him. His soft hair, gorgeous smile, muscles poking through his tank top.

I stand with my girl friends, laughing and joking, Ethan only a small portion of my mind. We hold our drinks, the blue light radiating a feeling of high and happiness.

I continue talking, laughing ; good times.

I spot a familiar face, a peak of Adrenalin soaring through my veins - Ethan.
His tight white top sticks to his muscles, his blue jeans making his ass look good ( - ;) - ).
He walks over, his fingers playing with eachother, and my friends walk away.
He stands there for minute, looking almost - scared.
I smile at him - timidly. He mirrors.

I go to start "what's u-"
He cuts me off

"I love you"

Dead serious.

I stare. Bewildered. He - Ethan Dolan - loves me?
He looks at me. I mirror. I don't know what to say and neither does he. 5 seconds pass. And he turns. He walks away. Shaking his head. Out the door. Down the path.

I love him.

I run after him, pushing through the crowds of high dancers, and run down the steps, I see him in the driveway, walking towards his motor bike.

I love him.

I run down the steps, but trough the open garage, Ethan's back to me.

He swings his blue and while jacket over his shoulder and puts it on.

I put my small hand on his muscular arm, and he turns, shocked.

I look up at him and smile. I reach my hands around his neck, and pull him in for a short kiss.

I love him.

He pulls away, staring at me shocked.
And he goes in again, and we stand, my arms around his neck, his hands on my lower waist, making out.

I pull away again, giggling, and he signals for me to get on his bike, and he passes me a helmet.

As he sits on, I wrap my arms around his waist.

I love him.

And he loves me.

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Yay or nay? I tried.