hey hey hey
your pov
"hello?" i say into the phone, my voice soft.
"hey, princess." i smile at the familiar voice.
"hello, ethan," i open up my pantry, grabbing the box of cookies and walking back over to the couch.
"are you free today?" i hum, popping a cookie into my mouth, dusting my fingers.
"yeah. when am i not?" he chuckles softly from the other line, making my heart flutter.
"wanna come over?" he asks, rumbling following.
"sure..." i say hesitantly, "will anyone be there?"
"nope," he says, popping the 'p', "except cam and gray."
i nod my head, despite him not being able to see me, "okay. when should i come over?"
"whenever. the sooner the better," i could imagine the smirk on his face as he said those words, i sigh a ghost smile playing my lips.
"of course, bad boy." i mumble.
"see you then, my love," he said in a swift british accent,
"bye," i bite my bottom lip and he says goodbye, i hang up, tossing my phone onto the couch.
i hold up the box of oreo's, "i will see you later, my one true love."
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i knock on his house door, dressed in jean shorts and a maroon t-shirt. i sigh, scratching my arm. a few seconds later, he pulls the door open.
he breathes, "hello, princess." he says, grabbing my hand.
"hey. where's your shirt?" i ask with a laugh as he pulls me inside, shutting the door.
"upstairs," he tells me, pulling me into his muscular chest from behind, "let's go, hmm?"
i nod my head, walking up stairs. ethan following suit.
i run over to his room, throwing myself on his bed.
"mmmhm," he hums, walking over to me, scooping me up onto his lap.
i loop my arms around his neck, my legs going loosely around his waist. his hands cup my back. he presses his lips against mine.
"mm," he hums into the kiss, "your lips are so soft," he pulls away, "i love them, i love you."
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this imagine is so depressing
