How Bad Can He Get

Chapter 8: Making Medusa's eyes look like emeralds

Chapter 8: Making Medusa's eyes look like emeralds

We stepped into the house and all I could think was...

Don't be weird, don't be weird

I don't think that'll ever happen

You are totally not helping; when do you ever anyways?!

HURTFUL!!

Yes, yes you are.

I smiled to myself knowing that I just insulted my brain and I was embracing my inner awesomeness. I just insulted my brain yeah!!-Wait I'm not so sure if that's a good thing...

"Okay you can just make yourself comfortable." I said rather awkwardly.

He nodded and sat down on the couch. I headed into the kitchen and got myself a snack and a tall glass of juice. I plopped down on the couch beside him. I turned on the TV while sinking into the couch. I looked over at Ethan who was looking at me with an eyebrow raised.

"What?" I asked with a mouth full. "You wanted some?"

He laughed "You're really bad with guests you know that?" I scoffed.

"What do you want?" I said while getting up from the couch. He shrugged.

"Surprise me."

I rolled my eyes and headed off in to the kitchen. I decided to make him a grilled cheese sandwich (not because I wanted one too...) it was my specialty.

When I was done I deposed the plate on the coffee table in front of Ethan. I slapped his legs off what he was resting them on.

"The ground is there to support your feet; use it."

"Um Rice cakes that was a foot rest." I glared at him.

"It's too pretty for your stinky and big feet." He pouted which I hated to admit but it looked darn cute; like to die for.

"My feet aren't big." He said while taking of one of his shoes. "Look at them, look at them." He said while shoving his feet in my face. "Come on smell it, smell it real good." I kept pushing his foot away and laughing.

Suddenly, I grabbed his foot and he tried to pry it away from my grip but I didn't let go. I felt myself falling forward. I got up and propped myself on my hands to find myself face to face with Ethan. He was so close that I could even see his almost invisible freckles that were spread all across his nose. I could spend all day just counting how many there were. Suddenly, I went to look up into his eyes that were piercing green.

So much better than my plain old brown ones. I thought to myself.

I mean more than half the population of the world have brown eyes which makes them so un-special, so un-unique. Ewe; that's all I could think. Here I am staring dreamily at Ethan's eyes while he's forced to look at my poop-looking brown ones. I could see him leaner closer and closer.

Probably to check if my eyes were actually real eyes and not just two dots of ugly.

"Your feet really do stink." I said quickly and nervously. This whole staring business was really affecting me. I got off Ethan while he sighed deeply. I realized that he avoided all eye contact with me while I was still looking at him.

He probably didn't want to look into the ugly beads again. My eyes made Medusa's look like emeralds.

"Yeah they really do..." I couldn't help but hear the slight disappointment in his voice. But I was probably just imagining it.

"So how does your room look like?" he asked out of curiosity. My eyes immediately went wide.

"Oh you really don't want to see my room it's-it's nothing s-special." He quirked an eyebrow at me and gave me a sarcastic smile.