Confusing // Ethan Dolan

Chapter sixteen

I woke up on the floor, sore and confused. I checked the time and it was 9 AM. I feel my eyes burn from all crying last night, I needed to take a shower, a long one. I got up and my legs hurted a lot, I'm guessing I fell off the bed.

I had four interesting words in my head "I love you, Malena" I usually don't have these types of dreams... Realistic ones. My phone buzzed on my bedside table, it was a text from Ethan.

New text from: Ethan: Are you even going to answer me? ...

My last text to him was:
I'm sorry I just read these messages. I had a fight with Noah and I'm sad so I should probably go to sleep.

I guess I was too tired to keep texting and fell asleep. I had a dream so...real. He texted me he was going to pick me up, and after he did we were sitting at the back of his car and he'd told he loved me.

It felt nice. If he's ever going to tell me that, the feeling of it would be a billion times nicer.

New text to: Ethan: I'm so sorry I was very tired... I feel better now, maybe we could hangout? If you're not too mad :(

New text from: Ethan: You're so lucky I'm not, I'm picking you up in 5. Don't have breakfast

Don't have breakfast? I'm starving but if he says so. I must take a shower before meeting with him, I look more disgusting than ever. I prepare what I'm going to wear and jump right in the water.

My shower didn't took long -I will take the long shower later on because I really need it- but all I could do there was think about my dream. It felt so real, does it mean something? It could... Maybe. Perhaps. Who knows? I wish this could be a signal that what everyone else says is not true. A signal that he really feels this way about me.

No, this isn't a signal, he really does feel this way about me, and I love him too.

I put a towel around my body and head. I get out of the bathroom and see Ethan sitting on my bed. Am I still dreaming?

"Wh-what?"

"Your mom let me in." He says looking at me up and down.

"Congratulations. Now leave, I have to change."

"I want to stay for the show." He winks.

"You wish." I say grabbing my towel tighter to my body as I was grabbing his hand and making him go outside of my room. "Wait in the living room, I'll be ready in less than five minutes," that may or may not be true.

I'm ready and as I'm getting closer to the stairs the sound of a conversation gets louder and louder. Fortunately I don't make any noise so nobody notices I'm here, listening, but I overhear Ethan and Noah talking.

"You need to promise me you're going to take care of her." Noah says, being a good older brother, and I already said he's overprotecting but I know he's going to accept it.

"I promise. I never felt this way about someone else before, it's crazy the effect she has on me. Dude, I'm so lucky." Ethan says being a good... boyfriend? We're not an official couple yet, but definitely I want to be an official lame beautiful and cheesy couple.

"I'm ready!"

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"And I don't know what happened but I woke up on the floor," I say in between laughter.

"So what was your dream about?" He says laughing a little and having a sip of his coffee.

I almost choke on my tea; we're having a picnic-breakfast at a place I can't describe. Ethan tells me it is his 'secret place.'

When he was about eight years old, he got into a fight with the bully of his school and lost. He was so ashamed of himself so he didn't took the bus to go to his house because he didn't want anybody to see him. When everybody left the school, he runned and hide in this place. Since then everytime he's nervous, or sad, or confused he comes here and relaxes. 'I thought it was a nice place to share with you, Malena' he told me and I quote.

How would I tell him that I dreamed about him telling me that he loved me?

I got so nervous and drank the whole cup of tea.

"So you don't want to tell me your dream? I guess?" He says amused about my reaction to his simple question. I would be amused too, it's a silly question to keep a conversation, why would a person react like this to that?

"No, I mean, yes, the dream was about... uh, us" I say putting more tea on my cup, attempting for him to not keep asking.

"Us?" he raised his eyebrows and smiled. Ahh his smile.

I nod, again in an attempt for him to not keep asking.

"What about us?"

"You know..." he doesn't knew, but I want him to stop asking.

He opens his eyes, "did you dream about us having sex?"

"No, I- I didn't " I'm now even more nervous than before, "I didn't, I wasn't talking about sex."

"So what was your dream about?"

Why is he so interested in this damn dream?

"In my dream you told me that you loved me, happy?"

"Baby, I do love you."