Oneshots | Ethma

Girl of my dreams , smut

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|Ethan's POV|

She was perfect: Emma chamberlain was perfect.

I loved everything about her. The way she walked, and how she scrunched her nose up as she focused on a new assignment the teacher assigned.

The way she would lick her lips as she squinted at the board ahead of her because she was too far back to see clearly. It always made me laugh when she would have to carry all her things to the front of the class to see better, I always teased her about getting glasses.

She was my best friend. Known her since I was 5, I just now realized though, that she was the girl of my dreams three years ago.

Freshman year.

Emma walked out of her last class of the day, making her way to my locker. Where we always meet each other after school.

"Hey, e!" She smiled up at me, since I was taller than her.

"Hey!" I smiled, just by her presence. "My house or yours?" I asked.

"Hmmmm, mine. My dads not home." She suggested. I felt my heart drop out of my ass as she mentioned her dad not being home. She never did that, she always just brought me over without telling me.

I just looked down at her and just smiled. She hugged my waist since she was shorter than me and walked out the two big double doors out to my car.

"I've always loved your car, bub." She admitted. I patted myself on my back mentally, knowing I only got my car designed this way just for her.

All her favorite colors.

I drove us to her house, she hopped out of the passenger side, pulling her book bag up more so it wouldn't fall off her shoulders.

"Come on slow poke, we don't have all day." She dragged, she noticed I was just sitting in the front seat admiring her.

I quickly got out of my car and follow her inside her house.

We set our book bags down at the front door. "Welcome to my humble home once again." She giggled. I laughed and followed her through out the house, she landed her body in the kitchen. "Wow I'm staving, you?" She asked.

"I am too, what's ms. Chamberlain making this fine afternoon?" I teased. She opened the fridge and pulled out left over pasta.

"Dad made it." She shrugged and placed it in the microwave.

"Ah, that sucks I was looking forward to something you made." I fake pouted. She just looked at me with a side smile as she typed in the number of minutes to cook the pasta for.

"Well." She quizzed. "I do have something I made." She turned towards me, walking my way until we were face to face.

She looked up at me, pushing me against the counter. "Well, I have me." She blurted.

My breath hitched in my throat. She drug her pointer finger up my chest until it reached my bottom lip. "Just kidding!" She laughed.

She skipped away towards the microwave, as the beeping sound went off.

The dent in my pants was already there. I huffed and walked behind her. I pulled the back of her hair so her head laid on my shoulder. She yelped at the sudden movement.