imagine | dolan twins

nervous | e.d.

(song) your pov :

"just grab the banana's y/n. i need to go to the other aisle, it'll save time." mom groans

"but mom! i know who works here and i don't want to see them."

"who? your crush?" mom smirks, tilting her head to the side

"psh no! just some person from school. it's scary, ok?"

"you're so dramatic. just meet me in the dairy aisle." mom says, pushing the cart away before i can object

i cringe and turn around to walk to the fruit section and i keep my head down, looking up slightly to see the bright yellow banana's.

"y/n?" a deep voice calls

i look up to see ethan who has an apron around his tight black shirt that hugs the indents of his muscular torso.

he pulls a bulk of banana's from his cart and places them on top of the pile and smiles brightly at me.

"hey! how'd you think you did on the english test?" he asks

i blank for a second and chuckle nervously, clutching the banana's close to my chest.

"i'm not sure. some things were confusing and i was under pressure because it was timed."

he nods slowly and wipes his hands on his apron, intertwining his hands behind his back and focusing all his attention on me.

"so you grocery shopping?" he asks

"ya. my mom sent me here to get the banana's." i laugh nervously

he nods and smiles to my response, coming around the corner to fully face me and he steps closer to me, shuffling his feet nervously.

"so, i wanted to ask you something." he says, scratching the back of his neck

my eyes widen at his risky comment but i smile and tuck a piece of my fallen hair behind my ear.

"y-ya what's up?" i ask

"do you wanna go out sometime? like obviously my house because everywhere else is too risky." he laughs nervously

my eyes pop out at his question and i clear my throat, leaning back slightly on my feet.

"like a date?" i ask quietly

"ya. you could call it that." he chuckles

"s-sure but uhm... i don't have your number."

before he could answer a rush of anxiety goes through my body and i speak up again.

"or if you don't want to give me your number, i could just email you by your school email or something." i smile nervously

ethan laughs and shakes his head, pulling out his phone from his apron and passes it over to me.

"put in your number and go back to your mom because i think she wants to leave." he points behind me

i cringe and turn around, seeing mom wave at me and she smirks as she sees who i'm with.

i quickly put my number in and shut off his phone, giving it back to him and i smile shyly, looking down at the ground.

"i'll text you." he smiles, walking away with his cart and softly smiling back at me