third person's pov :
"wedding day!" ethan beams
he leans over to squish perla's cheeks but she shoves his hand away, pointing her index finger in his face.
"don't touch me ethan." she grumbles
"ouch. someone's being a meanie today." grayson pouts
"i don't know how i even met you two." perla groans
ethan and grayson laugh in response and grayson wraps an arm around ethan's shoulders, setting his head on ethan's broad shoulder.
"you tired?" ethan asks
grayson nods in response and begins to drift off into a deep slumber but he quickly stumbles up straight once he hears perla's room door fling open.
"which color?"
ethan's voice gets caught in his throat once he hears the familiar voice and grayson notices his nervous expression, hitting the back of ethan's neck and pointing towards perla's door.
"the beige. always looks best on your tan skin." perla compliments
"are you sure? i don't want the bridesmaids to feel left out perla." nova pouts
ethan watches nova's expressions with adoring eyes and grayson laughs even harder as he watches ethan's stare.
"what?" ethan grumbles
grayson quickly shakes his head and nods his head towards nova, smiling lightly.
"oh shut up nova. you're my maid of honor. wear anything you want." perla smiles
nova's eyebrows crinkle up in discomfort and ethan shakes his head, breaking out from his stare.
"she never knew how to take compliments." ethan thinks to himself
"just wear the beige novs. ethan always said it looked best on you." grayson smirks, patting nova's shoulder and making his way out perla's room
perla snickers at grayson's small comment and turns back to her mirror, swiping the mascara wand across her long lashes that were already coated with many coats of mascara.
ethan's jaw drops once he hears grayson's teasing response but he quickly shuts his jaw and clears his throat, flashing a small smile in nova's direction.
"the beige it is." nova mutters, running out the door; afraid of talking to ethan any longer
ethan's eyebrows furrow in confusion as he watches nova's figure disappear behind perla's room door and he sighs, slumping onto perla's bed.
"you ok ethan?" perla asks, still touching up her makeup
she twirls around to face ethan playing with the ring on his finger, breathing heavily.
"just confused." ethan mutters, his eyes still focused on his large hand that was playing with his bulky ring
perla smiles weakly and sticks back her mascara wand into her mascara bottle, setting it down and sitting next to ethan's side.
"i know we've never like... bonded, bonded like you and nova but you know i'm here right?" perla mutters, curiosity laced throughout her kind words
ethan chuckles quietly and smiles, nodding his head.
"i know perla. thanks." he beams, facing perla with a warm smile
she nods in response and sighs, getting up again and walking up to her mirror.
"now, get out. i have to do my makeup and you have to get ready." she orders
"there's my perla." ethan teases
"ethan, i'm serious." perla glares through the mirror
ethan's hands go up in an immediate defense and he waves perla away, walking out of her room door.
