emma's pov

ethan sat there, like he just gave up on something, me? but at the same time, it felt like nothing was even there for him to give up on. he didn't seem upset or anything he just looked completely empty.

grayson was pacing back and forth, but i should have been the one freaking about my own memory, but i was the only one in the room that was genuinely calm in the room, how was i supposed to be upset about my feelings for grayson when that's all i've ever felt? i've never felt that way about ethan, he's one of my bestfriends.

i didn't completely understand everything they were trying to say, or convince me of, but everything was kind of coming together very slowly, making sense.

was the flashback i had a memory or a dream?

i could not tell you if i tried.

"this can't be fucking happening!" ethan yelled, okay so he wasn't as mellow as i thought he was.

grayson sat down on ethan's bed next to me, i tried to comfort him by rubbing my hand on his back but he just smacked my hand off of him, rude.

"ethan calm down, even if this is all true you didn't have the balls to ask me out did you?"

he looked shocked, i don't know why. i've always played like this with the twins. maybe this is a serious thing i shouldn't be joking with? probably!

my phone buzzed, it was adam.

i pressed answer but before i could raise the phone up to my ear grayson took it from my hand, ok you can snatch my panties but don't snatch my phone.

"call her again and you'll regret it." he powered off my phone and stuck it into his own pocket, uhm that's theft.

ethan stormed out of the room at the sight of his brother being protective over me. all i wanted to do was kiss him but that would be wrong, because he isn't the one i love? but he is? it's very confusing for me.

i was also confused about adam, how did he "abuse" me? were they just being jealous?

i placed my hand over his, "can you please just explain this all to me grayson? i don't get it."

was i losing my fucking mind?

i punch his arm, not enough to hurt him but enough for him to move. "dude suck it up, i wanna go." i say more confidently, like i would before all this i don't know, drama happened?

his legs moved as he put his hoodie over his head, leaning backwards acting like he was about to go to sleep.

i swung one of my legs over him, sitting on his lap, fully aware james was standing right there. his eyes opened and smirked at my current position.

yeah i was soaked perhaps?

i shook his shoulders, "get uppppp." his hoodie fell off of his head and he rolled his eyes.

"emma stop." whatever, he couldn't play around? i moved to get off of him, before his hand landed on my right thigh, refusing to let me move.

i crossed my arms looking at his dough eyes. "grayson!" i yelled as he came from the kitchen my head turned to him, "he won't let me go." grayson's eyes rolled as he shoved ethan and picked me up, not enough so i was actually on him but he just let me go immediately.

ethan's face looked disgusted. he stormed away into his room.

"emma? emma?" his hand waved over my face, trying to get my attention. my eyes flickered snapping out of whatever day dreaming trance i was just in, another memory?

why was i being like that with ethan?

was that even real? did that happen? was ethan was jealous of grayson there? why would i sit on ethan's lap? everything just wasn't adding up.

"emma we love you, and you love us just not in the ways you think you do. if you think you're in love with me, you aren't. it's ethan."

"i don't think you understand, i don't feel that way."

"you're gonna have to try." he took my hand off of his and stood up, walking out of the room, leaving me alone and confused.

- later -

ethan's pov

i'm tired, not physically but mentally.

i love her. i really do, but maybe she just never really felt that way about me? i mean how could she not remember me? why did this have to happen?

to just think of the idea of her liking, or even loving my brother made my heart sink. it hurt, not just mentally, but physically.

i miss her and i have missed her even before the crash happened, but she doesn't miss me. i just wanna kiss her, or even hug her.

i heard a knock on my door so i just yelled for them to come in, but there wasn't a response, and they didn't walk in, so i had to get out of my fucking bed and answer it myself.

it was emma.

i smiled before remembering she didn't remember me.

"can we talk please?"

i nodded, moving to the side so she could walk in. her eyes roamed my body before sinking into my bed. i stood where i was but closed the door, along with crossing my arms.

she stood up, realizing i wasn't exactly in a positive mood.

"ethan it's not my fault."

"then who's fault was it to get into a car crash?"

she gulped, "mine." i didn't mean to make her feel bad, it was just what i was feeling. she couldn't even imagine missing me the way i miss her.

she remained eye contact with my before pulling my arms off of each other, "get out of the pissy mood or i'm leaving." so she does know she has power over me?? what the fuck is this and what do i get out of it?

i grabbed onto her hips and kissed her gently, just incase she wasn't going to kiss back.

but she did.

her lips moved with mine softly before we broke away, my head hovering over hers.

i never realized how short she was until now.

she reconnected her lips on mine, but not passionately. not at all. her hands cupping my neck, but then roamed down pulling my shirt off my back. after it was thrown on the floor i lifted her up onto my torso before walking over to the bed and letting her down roughly.

to be continued :P
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