Girls Like Me (Ethan x Reader)
Summary: You and Ethan send each other the cutest snapchats, but what do they mean to both of you?
Warnings: None, unless you’re allergic to FLUFF.
A/N: SO YOU GUYS. This was meant to be a really quick one shot and it turned into a 13-page story? Who knows. This is, however, going to be THE BEGINNING OF A SERIES OF ONE SHOTS about the twins and their lip sync snapchats! The first one is an actual snap from Ethan, but the rest were invented for the sake of the story. All song lyrics are in italics. I’m working on the next one, which will be a Grayson one. I hope you enjoy this! I wrote it in one sitting so it’s probably not great, but let me know what you think!
He was such a show off.
He had dyed a streak of his hair blue, and even though it was fading now, it drew attention to the fact that it hung lazily over his hazel eyes. His blue tank top faintly matched it. He was chewing gum as he lip synced to the song playing on the radio in his twin brother’s car, waving his phone around in time with the music. You recognized the song after a moment or two.
I guess it was a kind of hazy -
Got me caught up and frustrated in love.
Lookin’ back -”
The video cut off.
It was a Snapchat update from user EthanDolan and you had to decide if you were impressed or not, seeing as it was sent specifically to you, and not posted on his story.
You met Ethan and Grayson about a year ago when you and your family moved to L.A. You were behind Grayson in line at the Nike store when he struck up a conversation with you. He was friendly and sweet, and he made you laugh. The girl behind the counter actually had to clear her throat a few times and pipe up with an annoyed “sir?” before the two of you realized you were holding up the line.
He waited for you while you made your purchase and the two of you walked out of the store together after sharing a laugh. A boy that looked just like Grayson was standing on the sidewalk. His hair was longer and shaggier and he had a bright blue streak in his hair. He had on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. He raised an eyebrow and looked a little surprised to see someone by his twin brother’s side. He locked eyes with you, and you felt a bolt of electricity spike down your back when his gaze met yours. He looked you up and down as he stood, unmoving and the two of you approached him.
“E, this is (Y/N), she just moved here. We should show her around!”
The boy Grayson addressed as ‘E’ simply shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets, kicking off the wall he was leaning against.
“Sure, the more the merrier,” he offered. And so the three of you spent the day together, and the following weekend, and many more to come.
You had grown close with Grayson. He was like a big brother: protective, supportive, encouraging and loving. But Ethan? Ethan always seemed out of reach. You always tried to get close to him, but he put up a barrier, defensively reverting to humor whenever something got serious between the two of you. You tried to tell him about an argument you once had with your dad that really shook you and he made a daddy joke, and left, quickly.
Whenever Grayson was around, Ethan was probably there too. It seemed he didn’t mind your presence as long as Grayson was there to act as a buffer. The two of you were almost never alone together, and sometimes, when you would invite both the twins out, only Grayson would show up. You even put in effort to get to know Ethan on his own, but he rarely reciprocated.
The only conclusion you could come to was that Ethan was uncomfortable around you. It hurt you a little since you and Grayson were so close and Grayson was so close with his brother. You wanted the three of you to have a good friendship, but Ethan apparently wouldn’t allow it to happen.
Until one day, when you received a random snapchat from Ethan.
It was pretty unassuming. Just him lip syncing to that song. It made you chuckle because he was so overdramatic. You checked to see if it was on his story, and it wasn’t. This was a little weird: Ethan almost never sent you snaps. It made you feel a special, as stupid and 21st century as that may seem. So you put on the same song on your computer and waited until the next part of the song came on, sending it back to him.
“You say: la, la, la,
La, la, la, la.
Girls like me don’t come around anymore!”
You swayed your head side-to-side with the beat, waving your phone around to the opposite sides, creating an interesting effect. You winked at the camera before ending the video and sent it to Ethan, holding your breath. He sent you back a few laughing emojis. You felt a sense of accomplishment: you’d managed to connect with Ethan on something, even if it was as trivial as a snapchat. Your heart felt swollen in your chest as you bit your lip and tossed your phone aside on your bed.
This continued for months. You’d send him a snap of you lip syncing in the car, and he’d send one back. Sometimes the two of you would finish the song together. It was like the two of you had finally picked something to bond over. Each time you saw a little purple square next to the username EthanDolan, you got a little excited and couldn’t keep that smile from tugging at your lips. The two of you would act them out and definitely ham it up for each other.
You paid close attention to the songs that he would choose. They weren’t incredibly popular - never songs that were overplayed on the radio. They were mostly upbeat and positive. Some of them were older songs - songs that had lived their lives on the radio and moved onto dead, no-longer-clicked Spotify playlists. You knew almost all of them, and you always sent a similar song back to him - mostly girly pop-punk songs that were about being angry at your boyfriend/girlfriend or whatever.
You had a good thing going.
And then one day it got weird.
You’d opened the snap to see Ethan, not goofing around as he normally did, but just singing to the camera. If you’d have been together, he would’ve been staring deep into your eyes. That didn’t bother you, but the song choice shook you a bit.
“She a cutie and she fine,
Make me wanna make her mine,
She ain’t nothin’ like those bimbos.
If you like it, we can swerve,
We can light and stain up here,
Blowing, pluck it out the window.”
‘What a weird part to send me…’ You thought to yourself as you watched it. It wasn’t a hook or a chorus, it wasn’t a particularly memorable part of the song, and the song was pretty used at this point. You blinked as the video ended, wondering what to do with it. You decided to put the song on and sing part of the second verse. He watched it and didn’t reply, which only confused you more.
A few days went by before your next snapchat arrived.
“Hey baby, won’t you look my way?
I can be your new addiction.
Hey baby, whatchu gotta say?
All you’re giving me is fiction.”
It was cute. He was in the passenger seat of Grayson’s truck and he had on a grey tank top. He was wearing a white snapback hat and he winked at the end of the short clip. You almost threw your phone in shock. You checked to see if it was on his story - he sometimes posted them, especially the more flirty ones - but it wasn’t there. You weren’t sure how to react to this, and you weren’t sure why it had given you butterflies.
You decided to respond with the chorus, which was pretty harmless and really catchy. You head banged along to the music, over exaggerating your enthusiasm and ended the video with a giggle. Ethan watched it as the purple arrow turned into a white one. He sent back a smiley face. You left your phone resting on your chest as you replayed the snap in your head. Why couldn’t you stop smiling? Why were you giggling thinking about the way Ethan had winked at the camera - at you? Why did it make your heart pound against your ribs and your face get hot?
Later that night, you got another snapchat from EthanDolan. You touched the purple square and listened to the music that rang from the small speaker at the bottom of your phone, still sporting that smile that was only for these moments.
“Ooh, pretty baby,
This world might’ve gone crazy.
The way you saved me,
Who could blame me,
When I just wanna make you smile.”
It was again, oddly specific, but you did love the song. You turned it on from your iTunes library and sang along with it as you snapped Ethan back the rap towards the end of the song.
“Baby, you’re classic,
baby, you’re sick.
I never met a girl like you ever til we met.
A star in the 40s,
Centerfold in the 50s,
Got me trippin’ out like 60s,
You did your best to make it as funny as you could, knowing Ethan would enjoy it, but once you sent it, you were surprised to see you had another snap waiting. You opened it immediately.
Pick you up
Keep it real to real with the way I feel:
I could walk you down the aisle.”
You stared at the screen, one hand covering your mouth. He hadn’t kept eye contact at all during the video, using fun angles and acting like a general goof until the last two lines where he looked directly into the screen, as if staring you down the way he did earlier: ‘Keep it real to real with the way I feel: I could walk you down the aisle.’
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” You shouted to no one in particular, running your hand through your hair swiftly. You looked at your reflection in your mirror. Your cheeks were pink and you looked like a spooked horse, your hair sticking out in odd directions after that rough tug. He had gone out of his way to send you that specific part of the song. You put down your phone and stared at it for a long time to see if Ethan sent anything else.
The following day, you were meeting Grayson for lunch. Ethan had already declined the offer and said that he had plans. It hardly surprised you. For a few days there, you had forgotten about Ethan’s lack of interest in you or the friendship you had to offer.
After lunch, on your way back to your house, Grayson had the radio blaring and you decided to send a lip syncing snapchat to Ethan, like you always did.
“If I could find you now, things would get better.
We could leave this town and run forever.
Let your waves crash down on me and take me
Away, yeah, yeah.”
You made sure to include Grayson in the video, tossing an arm around him as you sang the song, him mouthing the words right along with you. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek as you’d done millions of times at the end of the video, smiling to yourself as you sent it. You waited to see what he would send back, imagining all the goofy things he could do with this song. The purple triangle turned white.
And that was it.
You never got a response.
You waited for hours, for the rest of the night. You knew he had seen it, snapchat didn’t lie. Had you done something wrong? Was he just not interested anymore in laying a foundation for a friendship? Why did this suddenly feel different? Maybe he’d gotten bored, and didn’t want to continue the silly exchange with you. How could something so stupid turn into something so important?
You wondered why it made you hurt so bad on the inside, why it made you cry so much and so hard. You wondered why you bothered telling Grayson what happened, explaining your weird ritual with Ethan to him, and you wondered why Gray had sighed and said: “Let me talk to him.”
The next morning, Grayson called you, a little too early for your liking. You groaned into the microphone as he laughed.
“Just come over later. Whenever you’re ready to be up. Okay?” You let out a grunt in agreement and Grayson ended the call. You dropped your phone onto the floor as your arm hung over the side of the bed, almost immediately falling back asleep.
When you woke up, you did so in a flurry. You sat bolt upright in your bed and realized you had fallen back asleep for what was probably hours. You quickly sprang out of bed and got ready, taking a note of your record time as you ran out the door.
You grabbed your longboard and made your way to the twins’ apartment, which was entirely downhill of your house, making the ride easy and breezy. Your unbuttoned dark purple flannel blew in the wind behind you as your black crop top fluttered against your stomach. Your flat converse low-tops made it easy for your feet to stick to the board and your ripped jeans had a little give to them which allowed you to slalom down the hill easily. You had thrown on a matching grey snapback and you checked your phone quickly, not wanting to fall.
It had been three hours since Grayson had called you, closing in on three and a half now as you made your way to their place. You bit your lip nervously, remembering that Gray had promised to talk to Ethan, although the exchange was so cryptic that you could barely justify why you let him. You let out an odd, unattractive groan as you rounded the corner and let yourself glide across the threshold of the apartment complex. You felt more and more awkward as you approached their building.
As you rolled up beside it, you hopped off your board, running next to it for a second before picking it up, holding it close to you as you walked toward their door. You raised a hand to knock, but the door opened before you could, surprising you.
You jumped as the door swung open to reveal the boy with the blue streak.
Your heart halted in your chest as the two of you stared at each other, you with wide eyes and him with the same bored expression he always wore around you, but only for a moment. When saw that you looked a little nervous, he cracked a smile and held the door open for you. You left your board by the front door and walked in.
“I talked to Grayson…” he began, running his hand through his hair before turning back to face you, making you freeze by the kitchen counter. You tried to think of words, but suddenly, you didn’t speak English anymore. Or any other language, for that matter. All you could remember how to say was:
Ethan’s eyes seemed to bore holes into you as he approached you, slowly, taking his time. You backed away from him, and the intensity of his stare until the cold marble of the counter bumped the small of your back. It surprised you, making you jump again. He didn’t stop advancing. You nearly climbed the counter at the sight of him. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. It wasn’t like he was going to hurt you.
Actually, his gaze seemed to convey quite the opposite, but that had to be your eyes playing tricks on you…right?
He had you pinned against the counter, with one hand on either side of your waist, holding the cool stone in his hands. You looked up at him, eyes still wide open like you wanted them to fall out of your head. You bit your lip as he got closer to you.
“Yeah, he told me you were upset I never sent you a snapchat back yesterday, and that you didn’t know why that upset you so much.” You could feel the flame of a dark blush creeping up your neck to your cheeks as you raised a hand to rub the back of your neck. You looked away from him, down to your shoes and the space in between the two of you, now watching it close as he got even closer.
“I guess…” You offered quietly, your voice cracking. Ethan was intimidating, but this was a whole new level. You heard him chuckle.
“(Y/N), do you know why I never let you get close to me?”
The question immediately made you raise your head to look at him, one eyebrow raised. Was this really the time for that question? You blinked at him.
“Uhh…” He cut you off. There was very little distance between the two of you now. You doubted you could fit a playing card between the two of you. He had you pressed against the counter, and his chest pressed against yours. You could feel his warm breath on your face and smell his cologne. The scent made you a little dizzy.
“It’s because my brother met you first. I would never overstep him on a girl he met first.”
Your other eyebrow went up.
“Ethan, what are you talking about?” He only smiled at you, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, seemingly admiring your face.
“I was waiting for Gray to make his move on you.”
If they weren’t connected to your brain, your eyes would’ve fallen out of your head.
“YOU WHAT?!” You were shouting now, which made Ethan laugh out loud, letting his head fall back as he did.
“I was waiting for Gray to make a move on you. He met you first, it would’ve been only fair. But he talked to me last night and I finally confronted him about it. He said he’d never make a move on you and he didn’t feel that way about you.” Your heart must’ve been buzzing like a hummingbird because you could hear it in your ears and it had never pounded this fast in your entire life.
“What does that have to do with you ignoring me?” You asked, looking back up to him. He smiled and you thought that if he hadn’t had you pinned to that counter, your legs would’ve given out from underneath you.
“It’s relevant because I’ve had a thing for you since he introduced me to you. But I thought he did too because of how close you guys are. And Gray is kind of shy when it comes to girls, so I knew he’d take forever to make a move on you anyway. So I backed off. But I found myself falling harder and harder for you. I couldn’t even be in a room with you without getting lost in thoughts of you.” He shrugged and picked up one hand to push his hair back. “So I pulled away. I wanted to give Gray a chance. But I couldn’t pull away completely. That’s when we started our little snapchat exchange.”
Somehow, Ethan took another step closer. You felt your mouth become dry and your head light. It was all starting to come together. All of it made much more sense now.
“So I tried to send you clues - hints about how I felt about you. Each song meant something to me. They reflected how I felt about you.” You bit your lip and looked up at him as he turned his head away slightly and you could see he was blushing. Everything made sense to you now. Everything. It all fell into place. It all felt right.
“Ethan, I feel the same way…”
He snapped his head to look at you. Now it was his turn to be surprised.
“What?” He asked quietly, sounding incredulous.
“Ethan, why do you think I got so upset when you didn’t respond to me? It’s just a stupid fucking snapchat? I spent the whole night sobbing. I thought I had ruined everything we had, even if everything we had was just some childish ritual. It made my day, every day. I always looked forward to it, because it was ours. When I thought I had done something to ruin it…” you almost choked on your words. “I couldn’t handle it.”
He looked down at you as you teared a little, bringing a hand to rest on your jaw, his fingers splayed against your neck gently as his thumb stroked your cheek.
“I thought you and Grayson had finally become official, so I backed off…” he explained, his eyes searching your own. You chuckled through your watery eyes.
“In his dreams,” you joked. Ethan smiled.
“Definitely in mine…” he whispered.
You almost felt sick you were so euphoric. Realizing your feelings for Ethan was a rollercoaster, but you were on it with him now and he was sitting right next to you, hands in the air, screaming and laughing and having the time of your lives. You reached up and held Ethan’s wrist as he pulled you into him.
Your lips touched and you felt actual fireworks explode in your ears, your forearms, your chest, everywhere. He now held the back of your head as he kissed you, his thumb under your ear, your hands sitting at his waist. It was long and slow and complete. Neither of you wanted to rush the feeling you both were experiencing. You felt like a completed work of art. Your lips collided over and over again in supernovas that felt as if they’d go on forever. You had just experienced the big bang all over again.
“Can I come out now?”
You heard a familiar voice from one of the bedrooms and it disrupted the two of you. Ethan turned and you looked around him to see Grayson standing in the hallway, waving awkwardly. You both smiled and Ethan pulled you into him, tossing an arm around your neck protectively.
“What do you say, (Y/N), should we let him out now?” Ethan asked. His eyes were dancing with the same spark you’d felt, shining full of stardust. You couldn’t help but beam at him.
“I suppose, if he’s okay with serious PDA, that is…” you replied, looking back up at him as he looked down at you with a growing smile. He leaned down and kissed you again with the same slow, careful attention. You reached up to rest your hand on his cheek, fingertips resting gently against his skin.
“Okay, ew?” Grayson said, and the two of you broke into giggles against each others’ lips. “Can we all just like, go out in public so I can eat without having to look at you two sucking face?” He asked, though he had a smile on his face as well.
“Nah, I think I’m gonna take my girl on a date, what do you say, (Y/N)?” You bit your lip and smiled as Ethan pulled you close and kissed the top of your head.
“I’d like that,” you replied quietly as the two of you headed for the door.
“What am I supposed to do?!” Grayson yelped as Ethan grabbed his keys off the counter and you grabbed your board.
“ORDER PIZZA,” you both shouted together before Ethan slammed the door shut.
Grayson looked down at his feet, feeling a little dejected. You opened the door and poked your head back in, smiling.
“Come on,” you said with a giggle. He beamed and followed you out the door.
The three of you went for a casual dinner, you in the front seat of Ethan’s car, taking goofy snapchats as you all sang along to the radio.
“She knows me so well,
It’s crazy when I think about it.”