emma's pov.

we were back at the twins house because we decided we were going to have a "sister sleepover."

don't ask. it was james' idea.

i sat on the ground, facing the tv with a bunch of blankets and pillows, on the couch behind me, james and grayson were sitting, scrolling on their phones.

ethan was in the kitchen, making popcorn.

i saw him walk through the doorway, his eyes almost immediately landing on mine. he sat down next to me, passing a yellow bowl filled to the rim with popcorn up to grayson, who took the bowl a little too eagerly.

ethan and i shared a blue one.

he turned on the tv and put on a movie called, "the after party" on netflix.

about a half hour into the movie i feel ethan get under my blanket, moving closer to me so it would cover him completely.

i don't know why the fuck i did it.

but j rested my head on his shoulder, and he had absolutely no reaction. and i didn't exactly want to move.

my attention was now on the movie. for now, at least. i heard low snickering come from james and grayson, followed by some quiet laughs and i rolled my eyes, knowing they were making fun of me. but what could i do now?

ethan side eyed me, smiling. "comfy?" everything in my stomach curled. not saying anything like a complete idiot, i stared lustfully into his eyes, not in a sexual way.

he finally broke it, getting the idea he wasn't going to get a response. our heads turning back slightly on to the tv. i had no idea what was even going on at this point.

ethan shifted a little, his phone soonly in his hand. he took a picture of his & i's feet towards the television on snapchat, writing a little message that read out, "movie night 💙" he added it to his story.

he really wants to win this challenge..

and i guess i don't wanna lose.

i do the same, pulling my phone out.. i tap on the twitter app, removing my head from ethan's shoulder in the process.

i tweeted, "the after party on netflix 10/10 would recommend 😎" i tweeted it and immediately got replies, likes and retweets.

i was more focused on ethan and i then james and grayson. i turned my head back to look at them before seeing james asleep, as well as grayson. james leaned against his knee. grayson's hands behind his head, like he was looking up at the ceiling just resting his eyes for a moment.

they looked so cute. and i'm fucking cringing at myself for thinking that.

my head turned back to ethan, who was already looking at me.

"wanna go get some food?" he looked to where his brother and james were then back to me, raising an eyebrow.

he's genuinely one of the most attractive males i've ever seen.

"thanks?" he laughed.

shit. i fucking said that out loud what the fuck?

i wide eyed him before nodding to the food question. i moved my legs from under the blanket, only for them to rub up against ethan's the whole time i was trying to. i stood up and walked over to the door, waiting for him to hurry his ass up, but when i looked at him, it was as if a sudden splash of sadness hit him? wow was that poetic or what..

ethan finally got his sorry ass up and followed me outside. we both hopped into his new jeep, myself obviously in the passenger seat because even i wouldn't let myself drive.

"so where do you wanna go?" he moved his head to the side now locking his eyes with mine.

i don't know if i was seeing things but, it looked like he took a glance at my lips for a second.. hm.

"anywhere that has vegetarian options!" i smiled and he nodded, paying attention to the road.

i didn't even notice we were driving this whole time?

he took me

to a fucking

steakhouse!!!

"e i don't think this is vegetarian, like at all you idiot." he chuckled,

"well you're gonna have to have meat sooner or later." and with that he winked at me before parking and leaving me in the car.

i was flustered like an idiot, just sitting there. if i could scream at myself for that i would, but i couldn't move for a solid thirty seconds.

i finally got out of the damn car, "what took you so damn long?" my mind scattered for an excuse.

"sorry." he looked confused but kind of gave a fuck it face and walked into the restaurant.

it smelled so disgusting in there i was going to vomit.

"is this open like 24 hours or something?" i asked looking at the time on my phone, it was around nine.

"not everyone has a bedtime emma." ouch.

"touché." he just laughed, i didn't know exactly what to do with myself.

i pulled my yellow scrunchie off of my wrist and pulled my hair into a high pony as ethan was talking to some guy that i don't know.

"kian this is emma." ethan introduced me, the kian dude held out a hand for me to shake it? what is this the 18 fucking hundreds ?? i finished putting my hair up and shook his hand.

he looked me up and bit his lip, taking a step back for a fuller picture?

what the fuck.

should i be flattered that someone doesn't see me as a twelve year or boy or offended?

ethan stepped in front of me, like he was shielding me or something..

"it's not gonna happen lawley."

what's not gonna happen? do they have history or something? i could damn well fight my own battles, but thanks ethan. maybe i wanted to be looked at like that? for once.

"relax dolan, i get it, she's yours."

what now? i'm not his! i furrowed my eyebrows at ethan.

he turned his head back slightly, enough to look at me and my reaction.

i shook my head at him, "i'm not a piece of property."

i walked out of the steakhouse because let's face it, i probably wasn't going to eat anything anyway and i was tired.

"emma wait!" he called from behind me, i turned my head to him, my body following.

"i'm just confused." he nodded, understanding why.

"i'm yours?"