Okay so it's Monday, the actual day after I posted the last chapter, and I just wanted to thank you all so much for 2k. It took me over 7 months to hit 1k and to hit 2k 4 days after that is absolutely crazy. Thank you all so much I literally cannot believe this.
I hugged Brielle and parted ways. Things were going good for us so far.
My girlfriend.
It felt weird to say out loud. I have a girlfriend. Every day I longed for a relationship, and now I had one, but the feeling was still the same.
I went inside and sighed at the ear piercing screams of my mother. I heard magazine, ugly, pores, and disgrâce before running upstairs. Their fights seemed like a daily routine at this point. Word after word, they both brought each other down just to see who will destroy the other first.
I think my mother is winning.
There are very selective things that hurt my mother, but, if you choose to use them, be prepared for a world of hurt. I have chose to ignore every single thing that could rip into my mother's soul; however, Faye was a different story. Even if she didn't know it, Faye wanted out mother to hurt the way she was hurting her. All I hoped was that it wasn't as bad of what was shown in the open.
I shut the door to my bedroom, letting out a loud groan. I leaned against my windowsill and looked out into the world. All I could see was Ethan's house.
Inside his window, I glanced at him. His eyes were red and puffy, tear after tear rolling down them. I quickly rubbed away the tears in my eyes and rushed out of my room.
I silenced out the yells of my family and ran across the grass. I didn't bother knocking on the door or taking my shoes off. I jumped up the stairs two at a time and I too his bedroom. He was leaning against his bed leaning on his elbows, sobbing into his hands.
I quickly wrapped my arms around Ethan l, letting him sob in my shoulder. I wanted to tell him it was all okay. I wanted to tell him everything would turn out, but in reality, how could you predict the future when you don't know anything about the past. I couldn't tell him that it was okay because I didn't even know why he was crying. What if it wasn't okay? What if it didn't turn out in his favor?
Instead, I rubbed circles of the small of his back and let him cry.
His grip around my neck was so tight, almost suffocating. Despite my need to breathe, I squeezed him back just as tight.
He didn't want me to let go. He was hanging into me, almost scared that I might not even be there, or that when he opens his eyes I won't be. Even if he didn't want to believe it, I would always be there. Every. Single. Time.
His cries had stopped a while ago and he began to gradually pull away. I saw his red and puffy face and wiped the remaining tears from his eyes.
"Do you want me to stay?" I asked softly. He weakly nodded and pulled me to his bed. I laid my head on the pillow and sighed contently as he crawled up and rest his head on my chest.
I closed my eyes and let the exhaustion of my day overtake me.
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I slowly woke up to a quiet alarm. Ethan was still asleep on my chest. I reached over and turned his alarm off.
I ruffled Ethan's hair, but all he did was move up and nestled his head into my neck. I heard bus quiet snores again and laughed at the sight. I quickly took a picture of him to show later.
"Ethan," I said softly into his ear. Nothing. Somehow, he was even clingier in his sleep than when awake. "Ethan!" I yelled right into his ear.
His head shot up, knocking me in my temple. I stumbled back and collapsed off the bed.
"Oh my god!" Ethan yelled, overly concerned. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
I slowly sat on the floor. I held my hand out to him. He took it and began lifting me up, but I pulled him down before he could. He fell down on top of my chest and raised his head to look at me.
"Payback," I whispered into his ear.
He scoffed and pushed back against my chest. I laughed and pushed him off of me so I could stand up.
"Bye Matteo," he said softly.
"Goodbye Ethan."
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Ethan sat with a seemingly displeased expression.
Brielle was sitting with us, and we were all talking. He looked annoyed.
It's probably just his parents again. I tried to convince myself, but it seemed like something more. I wished he's just talked to me, but until then, I'll just wait.
I kissed Brielle goodbye and began walking with Ethan.
"Are you okay?" I tried to subtly ask, "you seem quiet."
He nodded absentmindedly and walked into the classroom. I sat next to him and it took every nerve in my body not to pry.
He would open up eventually. When he was ready.
"Hey princess?" His eyes met mine.
I ignored the nickname and gestured for him to continue.
"Are you in love with her?" I couldn't pinpoint the emotion to his voice, but I smiled, finally feeling comfortable to ramble to my best friend about Brielle.
"I'm not right now," his tense shoulders dropped a bit, "but I could see myself falling in love with her," his shoulders were back. I wasn't sure why this was his reaction, but I continued, "She's funny and sweet and everything I would look for in a girl. I haven't been with her long enough to say I'm in love with her, but I'd say I'm pretty close."
I beamed, watching my friend process the information. It felt so freeing.
"You really like her, don't you," he whispered.
"I really do."
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