Dolan Twins Imagines // 1

Feelings // Ethan Dolan

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"WHAT'S IN MY HEAD ISN'T YOUR BUSINESS!" I flinched as his hands slammed on the table. His chest rose and fell quickly. I leaned against the table,

"Ethan. Please, calm down. I know this isn't your ideal way to deal with your problems, but it's the best option." I stood up and walked over to him. He looked at me from the corner of his eye. I reached to touch his shoulder and, in a split second, he grabbed my wrist and slammed me against the wall,

"This isn't fixing my problems. Don't you see that?" He was radiating angry heat. His grip on my wrist tightened. I stood up straighter,

"Ethan. Let my wrist go and sit. You're letting your emotions get the better of you and-" His face got closer to mine,

"Y/N, we're the same age. Why are you acting so pretentious?" His attitude was really aggravating. I was struggling to keep myself in check,

"Because. I've been through the same thing you're going-" He dropped my wrist and scoffed,

"You? Of all people? You have no-" I snapped,

"If you stop interrupting me and drop your shitty attitude, maybe I could fucking explain!" I took a deep breath, but it didn't help,

"I've had trouble controlling my emotions. Just like you. I've struggled with depressing shit. Just like you. You need to get down off of your fucking high horse and at least try to let someone understand you! I've been where you've been and I'm just trying to fucking help! Can you at least give me that?" I noticed a stinging pain in my palms. I slowly relaxed my clenched fists, becoming aware of the nail marks I made in my hands. Ethan stared down at them and his face softened,

"Do you need, like, a paper towel or something?" He crossed his arms over his chest. I rolled my eyes,

"I'm just gonna go home." I swung my backpack over my shoulders and began making my way to the front door. Ethan stopped me,

"Y/N?" I turned. He noticed that I wasn't going to say anything,

"Bye?" He ran a hand through his hair. I nodded,

"Bye, Ethan."

~Next Day (Saturday) [1 p.m.]~

My phone went off, distracting me from my organizing,

Ethan: Y/N

Me: hm

Ethan: can you come over

Me: it's Saturday. i'm only supposed to see you on weekdays

Ethan: i'm not feeling the best rn. just pls

Me: sure

I pulled on a pair of ripped jeans in place of my shorts and a black sweatshirt in place of my tank top. I pocketed my phone and locked up the house,

"What could possibly be bothering him this bad? " I pulled up to his house and knocked. When he opened it, he was an absolute mess. His eyes were red, tears were streaming down his face, and he looked like he had just woke up,

"Ethan, what happened?" I clipped my keys to my belt loop. He pulled me into his house and pulled me to the living room. I tugged on the hand he was holding,

"Ethan, what's going on? You can't just-" He dropped my hand,

"Can you just give me a second?! I don't really appreciate being bombarded with questions." I drew back a little, dropping my voice,

"Ethan, you called me here for a reason. I just wanna know why." I sat on the couch. He sat next to me,

"Y/N, can you just drop the professional shit for today?" He wiped his face. I shrugged,

"Whatever, I don't care. I just wanna know what's going on with you." I was going to reach for his hand, but the day before convinced me not to. He played with his hands for a second,

"L-lately, I've been lying and I don't like the way it feels. And, I want to come clean about it." He trailed off. I could feel my curiosity heightening,

"Well?" I cracked my knuckles nervously. He smiled, something I'd never seen before,

"I-Please don't get mad." He looked me directly in the eyes. I caught myself staring. Hazel. Green mixed with brown. I snapped out of it,

"N-no guarantees." I smiled. His dropped,

"I'm in complete remission. And- I lied to you about it." He broke the eye contact. It all hit me at once,

"When did this happen?! Why the fuck did you keep this from me?!" I stood up and crossed my arms. Ethan looked up at me and said something inaudible. I leaned closer,

"What was that?!" He stood, making me have to look up to see his face,

"I did it because I like you. I've gotten these feelings that I shouldn't have and that I don't wanna have, but I can't fucking help it! I like you- I think I love you- and I don't want to lose you just because I'm not depressed anymore." I was flustered, warm, and honestly flattered,

"I-I can't say that I'm mad. But I'm not completely stoked either." I was lying to myself,

"You're falling for him and you know it."

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part 2?