i think it's love | ethma

nineteen

It's years later when Ethan tells her, randomly one day, that he's taking her on a date to a fancy restaurant. He's wearing his best and she's wearing hers, a plum strapless dress and her hair carefully teased into curls because she knows.

She knows he's going to propose to her tonight because, well, she's not a fucking idiot and she knows Ethan Dolan far too well not to recognize his nervous ticks. He's been distracted as of late, and she knows why.

All that's left is how he's going to do it. They chat idly over dinner, but she feels like they're both analyzing each other's every move.

When dessert comes, she's prepared. But he doesn't do anything. At least, until she reaches to take a gulp from her orange juice and immediately gags.

It tastes horrible— it tastes, it tastes like fucking Kraft Dinner.

And he's grinning like a loon at her as she makes a puckered expression at him, trying to control her facial features but the taste is honestly so disgusting. And then he speaks.

"Now we're even."

"We're even?" she repeats in outrage, spitting into her plate as she decides she doesn't want to even see macaroni for at least ten years. "How many pranks did you play on me over the years, you ass?"

"I finally have revenge for that particular injustice so I can marry you in peace," he loudly proclaims, ignoring this. "Because yes, I know that you were probably fully aware I was going to propose to you today—"

"Hiding the ring in the sock drawer was not your best idea, I'm going to say that right now," Emma cuts in before taking a long gulp of water (after sniffing it suspiciously). When she puts the glass down, she adds, "It's a really nice ring, though. You have good taste."

"Hell yeah I do," he retorts, and then he rises off his chair only to sink to one knee in front of hers. "Because I want to marry you. So Emma Chamberlain," and now he fishes in the pocket of his freshly ironed pants to retrieve the little white box and pops it open, "will you marry me?"

She feels like the whole restaurant is silent, watching them, but she's not too sure because she's too busy drowning in the depths of his brown eyes.

That ring catches the light of the candles and sparkles. She was being honest; she loves the ring. A little too much. Not so much because of its outward beauty, but because of what it means.

They've got a whole complicated sordid hell of a history behind them, and she's eager to continue that story into the future.

She pretends to ponder it for a minute, looking up at the ceiling in thought. She hears him sigh in exasperation and a thought comes to her. On a whim, she snatches her glass of Kraft Dinner hell off the table and dumps the whole thing over his head. The orange liquid splashes over his hair, down his face, and soaks the shoulders of his crisp shirt.

He hardly blinks, not seeming fazed in the slightest. Maybe he was expecting it.

She's aware of the gasps of the other diners but she doesn't care."Now we're even." she retorts, and then she grabs his sopping wet head in her hands and leans down and kisses him. He tastes like the gross cheese flavouring she just dumped on him.

It's probably the best kiss she's ever had.

When they part, she can't help but be too conscious of the weighty silence around them. "Everyone's looking at us," she whispers, lips brushing his as she speaks because their faces are just that close together.

He grins rakishly, and what he says next makes her laugh.

"I don't care."

THE END. (for now)

ive been so uninspired by ethma so thats why im leaving the story here :((if my  ethma inspiration ever comes back i will be back with a sequel maybe ? just let me know.

 thank u all for reading my story im so proud of how it turned out and so so grateful that you guys wasted your time reading this <333333333

see u soon hopefully!