magnets | ethma

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Grayson

I got nothing out of Ethan when I tried to speak to him. Nothing. And nothing for 2 weeks after. I tried and tried. "Ethan what the fuck is wrong?"

"Oh my god Grayson. Nothing is wrong!" Ethan was pissed. He shouted with no emotion in his face. "Please just leave it alone now."

I was only concerned for God's sake.

Imagine if I weren't concerned or even cared a little bit, I'd let him suffer alone. I won't do that though and I couldn't even if I wanted to.

It's my natural instinct to make sure Ethan is okay. Always.

When we were little kids and there was one party bag left at a party we were both invited to, I would let him have it. It's cold and he left his jacket inside, I'll give him mine. His bike broke and mines perfectly fine, he can borrow mine whilst I fix his.

I don't care what the situation is but Ethan comes first. I wish he would tell me and it's breaking me that he might going through something serious and isn't telling me.

I huffed, feeling defeated. "Fine E, don't tell me but just know this shit you won't tell me has been racking on my brain and I'm gonna explode. I need to know that you're okay. I know you say you are but you're clearly not but I'm not gonna force you, just know you can come to me whenever you're ready."

And with a simple nod from E, I walked out.

I need to stop stressing over it. He will tell me when he is ready or when he needs help and I will be there.

I walked out of his room and out of the house, saying bye to Mom before I rode my bike down to Emma's house.

I've been down there almost every day since her party. I haven't even been with Micheal, just Emma. We've been going to the lake for picnics in the dark. She finally told me she doesn't think I'm ugly. It made me so happy.

She always bullies me. I think it's her bad way of flirting. Except when she calls me pretty and handsome, that can continue.

She always holds my hand now. I love it. Her hand is so delicate and my hands are so rough and fucked up from climbing trees and shit. Complete opposites it seems.

I'm surprised when I arrive and she buzzes the gate to let me in and she's wearing black. But she always wears pink?

"Oh so you don't like it?" She pouted as I got off my bike and walked it on her driveway, letting the gates close behind me.

It was a black dress. Black- not pink. This is so strange. It was similar to a girl golfers dress, pleaded skirt and polo neck.

"No Em, I love it. Why though?" I push my bike against the wall and run up to hug her.

She hugs me back tightly before letting go to tell me her reasoning. "Needed a change. I discovered pink was for babies and I'm not a baby. I also binned my Bratz." My mouth dropped.

No. Freaking. Way. Has she lost her mind?

When you thought of Emma you thought about Bratz. That's all she would referred to herself as. She would watch the movies, have the dolls and even her laptop has the characters on it. I'm in shock you could say.

I still couldn't get a word out so she just explained herself.

"Everything baby is gone and I'm ready to be a young lady so my Dad says. Young lady this and that and boom. It was gone." Still in shock. "Hey, you might wanna pick your jaw up."

Realising my mouth was still in an 'O', I went back to normal. "But Emma, you love all of that stuff. Don't you ever let him change you." I put a bit of her hair behind her ear.