Dolan Twin Imagines // 2

Artist // Ethan Dolan

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"I don't have any inspiration anymore." I put down my sketchbook and pencils. Grayson picked them up and shoved them in my face,

"Dude, stop being so depressed. You're scaring me. Draw something, please." He put the stuff in my hands, but I put it right back down,

"I just don't have any inspiration."

~4 p.m; Park~

I sat on the bench and struggled to find something to draw. A girl sat next to me,

"Not to intrude or anything, but you draw?" She motioned to my materials. I shrugged,

"Every so often. I roughly sketch things and sometimes I color." She smiled. It was beautiful,

"Can I look at some drawings? If that's not to-" She motioned with her hands. I handed her my sketch book and she began flipping through the drawings. Most of them were of my family. She stopped on one of Grayson,

"Is that you?" She turned it slightly,

"Re-imagined as a different person?" I laughed lightly,

"No, that's my twin." She looked at me surprised,

"There's two of you?" I nodded as she continuously flipped. She looked back through all the pictures,

"Is your brother an artist too?" I laughed,

"No." She handed me my book,

"Well, your art is very beautiful." I looked out at the landscape of the park,

"Thank you." A girl was walking across the grass a distance away from the bench. She glanced up and there was instant eye contact. It was intense,

"Woah."

~Y/N's P.O.V~

The eye contact was so raw and intense. The connection felt like an actual spark. I physically flinched and my eyes went wide,

"Keep walking." I tripped a couple of steps and finally took my eyes off of him. I noticed the girl he was with had left. I felt a faint tug in my chest,

"Go sit with him." I ignored it and quickly went back to my car. I sat for a second and got back out,

"There was definitely something about him." I was barely on the grass when I saw him again. There was the same intense eye contact again. I felt a spark. His eyes stayed on mine and he smiled, ever so slightly. The corners of my mouth twitched up and I made my way over to the bench. I sat down, leaving space in between us,

"I happen to catch you staring. If you don't mind me asking, why?" I laughed a little. He did the same,

"To be frank, I think you're very beautiful." He began unpacking art materials. I leaned my hands on my knees,

"Oh, really?" He closed his bag and began flipping pages in his notebook. I couldn't help staring,

"What's all this for?" He glanced up at me before sorting through some pencils,

"I was stalling before I asked you a very weird question." I smiled,

"I don't even know your name. Are we just skipping straight to the weird questions?" He laughed,

"Well, I'm Ethan." He continued to mess with his art supplies. I nodded,

"I'm Y/N."

~Ethan's P.O.V~

I picked up an HB pencil,

"Would you mind if I drew you?" Y/N blinked confusedly,

"Draw me? Like, a portrait?" I nodded,

"Exactly."

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