Falling down|| e.c x e.d

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Emma:

"Welcome to my humble abode!" I leave the door open for them as I take my shoes off, drop my shit, and dash upstairs. "Okay so you guys can help yourself to anything. Just don't break my coffee maker!" I get no response at first. "Did you hear me?!"

"I hear ya loud and clear Em!" I shrug at the fact I got no response from Ethan and continue digging through the many drawers and hangers in my closet. "Need any help?" I nearly jump out of my skin hearing his voice that sounds extremely close. "Fuck me, you scared the shit out me E!" I hit his chest with a belt I was planning on packing but he, once again, surprises me by grabbing it and pulling me even closer.

We're now chest to chest and I'm torn between staring at his exposed neck with a safety pin necklace wrapped around it or his hazel eyes that seem to change color each time I stare into them. I  made the hard decision to stare into his eyes only to find that he was already staring into mine. "E what are you—"

"I thought I made it clear that I wouldn't mind fucking you Emma. It would literally be my fucking pleasure. I recommend watching your mouth and your choice of words next time. Because if the phrase 'fuck me' ever slips from your pretty lips ever again I'll make sure you're taken care of." His eyes flicker to my lips as I stutter up a response.

"Ethan I—we can't just fuck and call it a day. I'll be with you two for a month and I don't want it to be awkward. Plus we've known each other for a total of 48 hours, I doubt you even know for sure if I'm really what you want. You need to chill the fuck out and rein in your hormones because it sounds like you're only talking to me with your dick. We are friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Trust me when I say you fucking me would be a dream come true, but this isn't some lusty fantasy. This is the real world and in the real world Emma Chamberlain is just here to do her job. So going on forward can we be friends and act like it?" Throughout my speech Ethan was just staring into my eyes as if he could read me before I even got the words out.

He lets out a deep breath as a smile comes on his face. "No offense Emma but I call bullshit. But, I am a man of respect and will listen, for now. But since we're clearing the air, I've followed you on social media for 2 years now. I've had a little celebrity crush on you from the start. So yes, we've only physically met each other 48 hours ago but I've known of you for a while. The fact that I get to be around you is a fantasy in itself, and I know that sounds creepy but I seem to have no filter around you and I haven't gotten around to figuring out how to fix that. And to be crystal clear, Emma Chamberlain, in the real world Ethan Dolan knows that when he wants something/someone he gets it. And I have never craved someone as much as I crave you, but sure I'll be your friend."

He whispered the last part in my ear sending chills down the back of my neck and just like that he left. I nearly stumbled back due to lack of him pulling the belt that was once between us. What. The. Absolute. Fuck was that!? Packing went in a daze as I couldn't stop replaying what Ethan said. He's followed me on Instagram for 2 years? How did I not notice? I mean a lot of influencers and celebrities follow me because I'm a photographer and nine times out of ten I've taken their pics before. But I had no clue Ethan followed me.

And also! What did he mean "crave" me? I'm not a meal nor a late night snack.....I mean if he wants—NO no no! I am a person. One who can certainly put her foot down when it comes to horny males. But Ethan is just so.......elusive. He's there and you definitely know he's there because his presence is a turn on in itself but right when you think you've got him hook, line, and sinker....he disappears. This is all just shit I've gathered within the first two days of knowing him. I'm not gonna sit here and bullshit myself though, my confidence sky rocketed when he called me his celebrity crush. Though I'm deffffinitely not a celebrity it still inflated my ego.

He's too cocky and needs to be knocked down a peg or two or fifteen. I finish the last of my packing, going through a mental check list making sure I've checked all the boxes. "Alright I'm done packing, and since you two were literally no help at all I'm ordering that you take my luggage to the car while I go make myself a coffee." I hear two sets of feet stampede up my stairs and I clear the path for the clown show known as the Dolan twins.

"Gray you can't fucking yank the back of my shirt that's cheating!"
"There are no rules in the game of life E and unfortunately for you I'm just better."
"Except for the fact that your dick is an inch shorter." Gray gasps and paints a look of pain on his face. "That's low E, I told you that shit in confidence!" I try holding in my laughter as they continue to bicker. I decide I'll help gray out a bit since he seems to be on the losing side right now.

"Gray it's okay little fella. Size isn't important. It's all about how you use it." He smiles over at me in gratitude but I can't help the next comment from flying out. "Though I'm sure that extra inch does help E out a lot, but that just means you have an inch more to compensate for. That must be the reason for the dangly earring." E literally wheezes out his laugh causing me to lose my composure and join him in laughter.

"Man fuck you guys. I'm taking this to the car and I'll wait for you two there." He hauls my four suitcases all at once somehow as I bring myself back together. "Come on E, we don't want to leave shrimpy out there to sizzle." We look at each other for a moment with comedy behind our gazes and soon break into another fit of laughter as we exit my house that I won't see for another month.

FUCK ME I FORGOT TO MAKE MYSELF A COFEE!