emma's pov
i sit in one of the lounge chairs as i watch, ethan grayson and a couple of their friends play catch in the water. they yell at each other and splash around like normal teenage boys do. i don't really know any of their friends so i don't want to go over there and bother them. i always hate meeting the twins friends, not that i think they are annoying or anything, just that i'm so different and i don't fit in. i always get too shy to talk to them because they are so much older and crazier than i am, even than ethan and grayson. whenever i meet new people i always get so worked up if i think they don't like me. i smile watching ethan run his fingers through his damp hair that was flopping in front of his face. suddenly he gets out of the water and grabs a water bottle from the chair side table next to where i was sitting.
"you wanna come play with us." he asks looking down at me.
"no thanks." is say quietly so they don't hear, not like they were going to hear me over there telling.
"why not, are you ok baby." he says caressing my cheeks.
"yeah." i say in barely a whisper.
"just being shy?" i shrug. he sits down on the edge of the chair and runs his fingers up and down my bare leg.
"why not? grays over there and so am i." i just slump down in the chair. he holds my hand in his and runs his thumb over my knuckles.
"awww how cute!" one of ethan's friend says. my face turns bright red and ethan just smiles and shakes his head.
i have no clue what this is and i was listening to bruce springstein while writing this but yolo
