hannah's pov

i jumped up straight out of my sleep from the nightmare i had, probably because emma and i watched rings right before we both crashed on the couch. how the hell were we fitting right now? oh wait i think i can feel emma's foot up my ass as i'm thinking.

oh and also jacob called me. that was fun, he just wanted to tell me that i deserved better than him and blah blah blah. it's okay though, i'm over it.

i sat up, tapping her leg to somehow wake her up. she rubbed her eyes as she sat up, looking around and realizing she fell asleep on the couch instead of in her own bed.

"hey, can we go get coffee? i'll pay." i offered, using it as a way to get her up and out of the house. this can hopefully be the start on her road to moving on, as a independent girl like she said.

she nodded, pulling her leg out from under me and standing up, "let me go change." she said, sounding barley awake. looking like she was struggling to make it up her flight of stairs.

i waited on the couch for her, sliding on adidas slides, that were technically emma's but i don't think she would care, like at all. i looked around for a jacket she could've left down here since i was freezing without the blanket wrapped around me. my eyes landed on a sweatshirt, i've never seen emma wear that before so i guess she wouldn't mind. i walked over to her desk and took the sweatshirt off of the chair, pulling my hair up as i put it on me. emma came down the stairs, eyes pinning straight on my torso.

"take it off." she still sounded tired, but serious. jeez woman it's just a sweatshirt.

i gave her a confused look, "uh i was just cold." i tell her while pulling it up above my head, holding the end of my shirt with the other hand so it wouldn't ride up.

"what's the big deal?"

"it's not one i just don't want you getting a coffee stain on it." she laughed, walking towards the front door, obviously meaning for me to follow her.

and so i did.

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we were singing basically at each other in the car as she drove back to her place. i've gotten a few texts from my parents, i just told them i plan on staying at emma's at awhile, aslong as i'm welcome.

me and emma actually are vlogging for my channel currently, carpool karaoke. it seemed like a good idea before we realized that basically every song might get copyrighted, so we decided i'll just edit out most of it and vlog us just hanging out later to make it a full video.

i looked down to my phone as soon as it buzzed, it was from grayson.

from: grayson dolan
hey you guys packed?

"uh emma?"

i turn down the volume of the music, "what?"

"when is costa rica?"

"i don't know grayson didn't tell us. did he?"

"um he just asked me if we're packed?"

emma pulled her phone off of the charger connected to the radio, assuming calling ethan. she didn't put it on speaker because she didn't want them to know that she was driving again.

"hey grayson."

oh?

"when's the flight?"

"wait what? you gave us absolutely no warning."

"it doesn't matter that you're sorry it doesn't change the fact that we one, aren't home and two, have nothing packed or actually nothing bought for this one week."

"yeah whatever."

she hung up the phone, "it's tonight?" she told me, making a u turn.

"i don't have anything at your house to go."

"yeah i know that's why we're going to the mall."

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i bought a suitcase along with other things at our little trip to the mall. i packed it with everything and walked up the stairs to see if emma needed help with anything. when i did, i saw her not packing but just sitting on her bed, a frown on her face.

"what's wrong?" i ask, walking up the last two steps and over to her bed where she was sitting.

"nothing just, i don't want things to be complicated but i don't know how to not make things complicated but at the same time, i just want things to go back to normal but i don't even know what i'm thinking."

"i don't know what you're saying."

"um forget it i don't even know."

she grabbed a shirt from the other side of the bed and started to fold it, dropping it back into her open suitcase.

ethan's pov

it's one pm and i just woke up, pretty normal. but no i didn't get woken up my grayson or an alarm, ten missed phone calls from aaron. what the fuck is his problem?

"hello?" my voice deeper than usual.

"dude where the hell is it at?"

"where is what?" i respond, mid-yawn.

"my bag dick."

"woah woah chill out, i'll send it after costa rica or something."

"how many times do i have to tell you this is important dolan?"

"dude i get it just shut up."

"i need it."

"what's so god damn important about it that you have to annoy my girlfriend?"

"i thought she was with you, i need my bag. how long is this vacation?"

"a week."

"no. get your ugly ass out of bed and mail it to me. now."

"okay mom."

"thanks."

i hung up the phone and collapsed back into my pillow.

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"ethan what the fuck? how are you still asleep we gotta go!

i wake up, looking around to find my phone, looking at the time as i pressed the power button. oh shit.

"did you even back? let's go!"

"how long do we have again?"

"like thirty minutes we gotta leave now."

"can you bring my suitcase out to the car?"

"yeah hurry up."

grayson picked up my luggage from the side of the bedroom door, bringing it outside i assume.

i get out of bed and use the bathroom, grabbing last minute things and changing into new clothes. how the hell was i supposed to sleep on the plane now?

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[ a/n: i've never been on a plane lol so this all might be inaccurate i'm SORRY for the next chapter ]

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this is obviously unedited bc i'm lazy