It was Saturday and I had nothing to do. Ethan and I watched movies and played board games all day. Our parents were on a two-day vacation so we had the place to ourselves.
"It's getting late we should get to bed," I said motioning towards the clock on the oven.
"It's 9:30. If that's late then you are a party pooper."
"Ok well I'm going to bed," I rolled my eyes.
"Fine. I guess I will too. Because I'll be bored without you," he said. I smirked.
I had a hard time sleeping that night because a huge storm was going on outside. I know it's callow but I hate storms. They scare me.
I walked to Ethan's room and cracked the door,"Ethan," I whisper-shouted. He didn't answer,"Ethan," I whisper-shouted louder.
"Hmm what?" he hummed sleepily. I walked in a sat on the edge of his bed.
"I am scared of the storm. Can I sleep with you tonight?"
"Baby," he laughed. I pouted,"fine," he said succumbing to acquiescence.
I jumped in his bed and buried my head in his chest. He wrapped his arm around my waist and we fell asleep.
