His Sunflower

Chapter 52

I bite my lip, taking deep breaths as I pray for Ethan to answer his phone. I need him right now. He always knows the perfect way to make me feel better, and I don't like being left in my thoughts for too long.

"Hello?" Ethan asks, and I can tell by his voice I totally woke him up.

"Hey. I'm sorry about disturbing your brain development, but I really don't want to be alone right now." I say trying to keep myself from sounding like I just cried for three hours straight.

"No no, it's ok Amor. You at Noah's? I'll be there in like six minutes.... If I could find fucking pants!"

I sniffle, wiping the tears off my cheeks, which is useless because more fall.

"Yeah, I'm at uncle Noah's." I whisper.

"Aha! Found pants!" I hear more rustling on Ethan's side of the phone then cursing. "How did I put pants on backwards?" Ethan mumbles, probably to himself.

I hear more rustling, and then a door closing. "Ok, so what would you prefer? I can make it in three or five minutes. Three minutes would mean speeding though."

"Five minutes Ethan. Don't speed."

"Ok Amor, your wish is my command."

For some reason Ethan has started calling me Girasol and Amor. Girasol is Spanish for sunflower, and Amor is Spanish for love. Apparently he thinks since we both know a fair amount of Spanish and all it'd be cute if he called me my nicknames, in a different language. He says if he was in the mafia he'd call me Amore or Girasole which is Italian for love and sunflower, because apparently all hot mafia men are Italian.

Ethan starts telling me about how he really loves how Vance talks now. And that he just went for his routine ear check up, and his doctor thinks hearing aids will definitely help Vance, and he could be able to actually hear more then the occasional loud noise.

And within a few minutes Ethan's saying he's at the back door, so I sneak downstairs, hang up the phone and open the door.

Ethan immediately hugs me. "Why are you crying Girasol? Don't cry, please. I don't like it when you cry." He whispers softly.

"Let's go to my bedroom, everyone's bedroom are right there." I whisper taking his hand and pulling up the stairs to the bedroom uncle Noah is letting me use.

Ethan sits on my bed, bouncing on it. "This is a bouncy bed, I like it."

I sigh, wiping my tears away again, but I still don't stop crying. Stupid tears never wanting to stop.

Ethan stops bouncing on my bed, and gets up walking over to me and hugging me. "What's wrong Amor?"

"I just thought about it too much." I mumble. Hopefully I won't have to explain more.

Ethan, keeping his hands around me, walks us to my bed, he sits, and pulls me on his lap. Using one hand to run his fingers through my hair.

"Thought about what too much?"

I sigh. "Everything. I feel like I don't have the right to be acting like I have. Even if Kaylie's being nice to me, everything she said still hurts. I don't want to be accused of wanting attention. I don't want attention, I never once did anything for attention. I just think this family has been through enough, and I don't need to add to anything. Plus, I feel like I'm being really unfair by refusing to date you again. I know you'll love me at my worst, but you deserve me at my best Ethan. Even though I said I was fine with like kissing and stuff, you've never once kissed me. You just call me my nicknames. You're too perfect for me."

Ethan sighs. "Ok Girasol, we have got to stop this little pity party you're having. You're amazing, you have every right to feel like how you do, and if you think I'm perfect, you clearly haven't met yourself. Up, get some clothes on, because we are going out."

I get off his lap, looking down at my clothes. My eyes widen when I realize what I'm wearing. Very short shorts, and a tight form fitting tank top, without a bra I might add.

I cross my arms over my chest. "Get out, I need to change."

Ethan smiles faintly leaving the bedroom and I quickly throw on a sports bra, the only type of bra I wear, a hoodie, and sweatpants. I open the door, pulling in some socks, and Ethan goes down the stairs first, and I follow after him pulling my hair in a bun.

He takes me out to his car, and I hop in.

"Where are we going?" I ask, looking out the window as he starts driving.

"Remember how I said your dad gave me the sauce packet?" I nod. "Well, he also told about this special spot, to go whenever we have a fight, or either of us are sad. This spot always seems to make things better."

"And what exactly do we do at this special spot?" I ask, raising an eyebrow looking at Ethan.

Ethan glances at me, grinning. "Star gazing."

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Hey tic tacs:)

Sorry it's a bit shorter, but I wanted to switch to Ethan's pov for what happens next. So I need to end it before anything exciting happens.

Toodles<3