out of love | ethan dolan

SIXTEEN

We walked back to the party and I sat down in a lawn chair. I wrapped my towel tightly around myself. I looked across the pool and seen Ethan sitting in his chair.

Keaton walked towards me. "Keaton, wasn't Elena supposed to come to this? Where is she at?" I asked him.

"I don't know and I don't fucking care. She didn't show and neither did Ethan's date," He retorted.

"Damn, that sucks." I sighed. I looked in the pool and seen Grayson making out with a girl. "How come Ethan never let me come to these before?"

"Because he said that you're a fucking buzzkill and you don't like when people drink." I crossed my arms.

"I am not a buzzkill, for starters and Ethan said this about me recently?" Keaton nodded his head and laughed.

"I hope you're okay with people drinking now because I'm going to get my mans, Ethan drunk." He chuckled.

"Why?" I fake laughed so he wouldn't gain any suspicion. He shrugged his shoulder and reached into the cooler.

"He's so much more fun when he's drunk. You'll see."

"Are you sure Ethan even wants to drink?"

"Shit yeah. You clearly don't know anything about Ethan if you didn't know he's a big drinker." He replied, pulling out a glass bottle.

He waved goodbye and walked over to Ethan. I didn't want to see drunk Ethan. He sat down with Ethan and handed him the bottle.

E flicked off the lid and finished the drink. Fuck, Ethan. Just stop. I watched Keaton walk over here again. "You seriously need another one?"

"He asked for a second one. Don't make me look like the bad guy. But did you see how fast he downed that shit?" I nodded. "He'll be drunk after this one." He grabbed another bottle from the cooler then returned to Eth.

He handed him the bottle and Ethan pulled off the top again. In the matter of seconds, Ethan downed yet another drink.

I seen Grayson get out of the pool and walk over to them. The girl just swam in one place awkwardly.

"You got my brother drunk, seriously?!" That's all I heard from Grayson. I watched as Grayson grabbed Ethan and walked him to the slider door.

"Is he alright?" I asked. He nodded his head.

"You can come in if you want. I'm just going to put him to bed." I nodded and stood up, holding my towel to my body.

I followed behind them as Grayson walked Ethan to his bedroom. He stepped in his room and laid Ethan on his bed.

"God, you are so wasted, Eth." I said, caressing his cheek. He grabbed my wrist and pulled it away from his face.

"Can you not touch me? I have a girlfriend." Grayson laughed. I smiled. "Her name is Paisley. I'll go get her if you'd like."

"Ethan, I'm right here. I'm Paisley." His eyes widened.

"Oh, well in that case.." he grabbed me and pulled me onto the bed. He began kissing me but I pulled away.

"You're drunk, E. I'm not doing this with you while you're drunk. But I love you." I told him. I climbed off the bed and sighed.

Grayson laughed and said, "goodnight, Ethan." We left the room. We walked downstairs but Grayson stopped in the kitchen. "You guys said your first 'I love you.'" He asked.

I nodded my head. "Ethan said it first." His smiled widened.

"God, you guys are so cute." I smiled too. I playfully nudged him and we walked back outside. I sat back on the chair.

A few minutes later, I heard someone digging through the cooler. I looked over and seen Ethan.

"Ethan, stop it. You've had enough." He laughed and shook his head. He grabbed a bottle.

"What are you going to do? You're tiny." He laughed. I scoffed but laughed also. I shook my head.

"I can.. dump you?" His eyes widened and he set the bottle down. I smiled. "That's what I thought."

"Let me at least stay at the party, babe." I glanced up at him.

"Don't call me babe, I already told you this." I snapped. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"You should be fucking grateful. You know how many girls wished I could call them babe?" He retorted. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, I know. They always come to me and tell me how much they're obsessed with you." He smirked.

"For real?" He winked.

"Don't be a douchebag. I know you're drunk and won't remember this conversation, but stop acting like this cocky and arrogant asshole. You're not."

"I was kidding, babe." I'd told him this before but I absolutely hated the nickname babe. I don't know why. It annoyed me so it pissed me off when he kept calling me it.

"Ethan, I'm dead fucking serious." I replied. "Please just go lay back down, so I don't have to get mad at you tonight."

He picked up the bottle again and flicked off the cap. I shook my head and he handed me the bottle. "You should relax, babe." I wanted to kick his ass.

"Fine, you can stay out here but don't you fucking talk to me." I handed him the bottle back and walked away.

I sighed and heard a girls voice. "You look a little stressed there." I looked over and seen Lyndsay.

"No, I'm okay." She patted the chair next to her and I sat down in it. "I'm just tired as hell." I admitted.

"Well, I got rejected tonight so I guess we're both having a bit of a rough night." She said. "Am I that ugly?"

"Girl, stop. Maybe Ethan is just a reserved type of guy. We already know he's a fuckboy." She crossed her arms.

"I guess. But he's totally gorgeous. His future wife is one lucky bitch and I envy her." I laughed and nodded.

"Things will change. They always do." I told her. She unfolded her arms and put them to her side.

"Not for you. You've got your whole life ahead of you." I raised my eyebrows.

"What?"

"You're so beautiful, you're smart, you're rich." She said and I scoffed. I shook my head.

"You're drunk, you're just babbling now, Lyndsay. I guess Ethan just has a specific type." She whined.

"Yeah."

"I'm going to take off, so it was nice to talking to you." She smiled. I stood up and searched for my class.

I walked over to where I set my stuff and seen Ethan sitting in the chair. "Hi, Pais." He said. Still drunk.

"Ethan, where the hell did you put my clothes?"

"On my bed." He laughed. I rolled my eyes and entered his house. I walked upstairs and heard him behind me. I walked into his room and saw my clothes on his bed. "You really have to leave?"

"Yes, Ethan." I grabbed my shirt and slid it on. I picked up my leggings and put those on as well.

He wrapped his arms around me. "You know how much I love you?" I laughed and shook my head. "So much, Paisley. I'm so drunk but I still know that I'm in love with you."

"I know. If you love me, please just go to bed and lock your bedroom door. There's drunk girls in bikinis here, I don't want them stumbling in here." I told him.

"I promise that I will." He pulled his comforter off and crawled underneath it. "Bye, baby." He said as he laid on his pillows. I kissed his lips and walked out of his room, shutting the door and turning off the light.

I seen Keaton at the end of the stairs. "Why were you in Ethan's room, Paisley?" Fuck. Damn.

"He's drunk as hell and he hid my stuff in his room." I told him. He nodded. "Ready to go now?"

"Sure, you're driving." He tossed me the keys and I caught them. Of course I was.