uncontrollable | ethma (e.d & e.c)

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Emma's POV

talking to grayson made me realize how bad of an idea it was to secretly date ethan. lying to his face for months was the worst mistake i've ever made. i'm sorry, for everything.

"you told me you would tell grayson." i told ethan, the next day. we had been facetiming for over two hours. i could see that he was by his pool, outside.

"e, i couldn't. how was i supposed to start that conversation? how do i?"

"doesn't matter now." i say. he made a funny face without even trying. he seemed to be puzzled.

"emma what are y—" he starts. i interrupt him before he could continue. i had so much to say to him.

"he's knows. grayson knows we're dating, ethan." i wait for his reaction. it was hard to describe. he wasn't mad, i think, or sad. but it was a somewhat combination of the two emotions. like the mom "i'm just disappointed..." type of look.

"h-he saw you're phone apparently," i say. "and yea."

"dude imma fucking—" he begins. he puts his face into his hand.

"ethan stop! it's alright, the secret's our already! we just have to accept it now." i knew ethan kind of had anger issues, and the last thing i wanted to do was piss him off.

i stopped looking at ethan and took a look at myself. ew what the fuck. i was lying in my bed with my glasses and a unif hoodie. i wanted to get up and get dressed, but it could wait i guess.

i look back at my phone, at ethan. he did the same, which meant we were both looking at each other. a smile formed onto his face. looking at him and not smiling was nearly impossible, as cringe as it sounds.

"oh my god, stoppp!" i yell at him. he looked concerned, which was cute. he didn't know i was joking with him.

"what's wrong?" he asks.

"you're too adorable.." i meant to say it in my head, instead of out loud. he smiles.

"shut the fuck up emma!" his cheeks lit up and were super red.

it all sounds really awkward, but i loved it.

ethan ends it and brings up a conversation, "hey how about gray and i come over tomorrow."

"i mean yea but...why?"

"because i don't wanna leave him out or anything." he puts one hand on the side of his face. "and i miss you... i guess bitch."

"oh you little bitch, you're the bitch here." i say back.

"you're the bitch." he replied, "but you're my bitch." he laughs at his own comment. i mock his laugh.

like an hour later, we finally broke apart on facetime. that's always the worst part.

we could talk for hours and hours. it's weird how we never ran out of anything to talk about. it's strange how that works when you know everything about each other.

after wasting the rest of my day watching youtube and drinking coffee, my dumbass actually got some good sleep.

"emma!" i hear from my right ear. i open my eyes and find myself in someone else's bed, but i couldn't tell who's because of how dark it was.