Dolan Twins Imagines // 1

Fact Checker // Ethan Dolan

This is based on a monologue I have to perform soon. Seemed fitting. Based in New York. - KudosDolan

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"Ethan. I don't do the things I do for nothing. I flew here for a reason, but I'm finding it harder and harder to make it make sense." I rubbed my hands over my face. Ethan's face was painted in confusion,

"What are you even talking about? We met yesterday." He leaned an arm against the door frame, making his arm muscles poke through his shirt. I breathed in sharply,

"I'm not passionate. I check facts. By definition, that makes me a fact checker. And the fact of me, being here, doesn't check out." I folded my arms over my chest,

"I don't believe in soulmates. I never have. So, how can I be yours?" I sighed like I had been holding my breath,

"We just met yesterday." I finally looked him in the eyes. He squinted slightly,

"Do you wanna, like, come in?" He stepped aside. I shuffled into his apartment and watched as he sat on his couch. I felt compelled to sit, but I refrained,

"I mean, I've known your girlfriend since kindergarten. And-" Ethan stood,

"So, this is about Y/BF/N?" He crossed his arms. I shook my head,

"No. No. This is about you and I. I don't think that I'm really willing to throw an infinite amount of years of friendship with Y/BF/N away based on something my heart is telling me." I could feel myself cringing at the thought of listening to anything other than my own mind. I started pacing on his carpet,

"There's been this gnawing, aching, burning, torturing feeling in my gut since I've met you and it's pulling me in a completely different direction than my mind is. Because, I mean, this only happens in movies. And, we're not in the movies." I could hear my voice go up in pitch and volume,

"No. We are most definitely not in the movies. We're on McDougal Street, we're 2 blocks south of Bleeker, in your apartment in New York. That's a fact. A fact you can't deny, a geographical fact." I bit my lip,

"And all these facts are pointing to one thing. I shouldn't be here. That this can't happen. That this shouldn't happen." I tugged on a frayed string from my sweater,

"You are in a relationship. We just met yesterday. And, god fucking dammit, I'M NOT THE KIND OF GIRL WHO FALLS IN LOVE!" My eyes went wide, surprised by how much power was behind those words. I didn't stop though, 

"That's a fact, Ethan. And, facts are supposed to be true." I felt my brain slowing down,

"But, despite all the facts to the contrary, no matter how many times I try, something still doesn't check out." I covered my face with my hands and let out a big sigh. My mind kept telling me to let it go, but everything else was telling me not to ignore my feelings. I cringed again,

"Feelings just get in the way. Feelings just get in the way. But you shouldn't ignore them. They could be useful." I felt my muscles physically loosen,

"But, I still love you madly." I stared him straight in the eyes again,

"And, it doesn't make sense. It breaks all my morals, all the logic that I've ever stood by, but I do Ethan." I took a subtle step towards him,

"I love you madly. I don't want to. It's definitely not like me. But, I cant help myself." I took a big breath and let it out slowly,

"I'm yours Ethan. Completely, totally, hopelessly and utterly-" I could feel the tears coming, my breath hitched in my throat,

"Yours."

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