Ever After

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Six

Tuesday, May 8th.

CARSON'S POV:

KNOCK! KNOCK! 

          I poked my head inside of Ethan's hospital room and when he turned to look in my direction, I gave him a small smile.  

          "You look like shit," I commented, teasingly.  

          Ethan rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes as he sat up from his bed. "I've looked worse," he said with a shrug just as i came in with a small envelope in my hands. When he realized that I had come alone, he his forehead made a small crease. "You came alone?" He asked.  

          I smiled as i sat at the foot of my bed. "Simon's got detention for being a smart ass to our English teacher and Gracie's on her way soon," I answered.  

          "Right. So what do you have there?" Ethan grinned at me.             

          I laughed as I handed the envelope to him. "Open it," I insisted.   

          Ethan raised his eyebrow at me as if he was suspicious of the contents inside envelope. I rolled my eyes because it wasn't like a spider was going to crawl out of the thing. However, when Ethan did finally open the envelope, he took out something that looked like a business card. I smiled as Ethan looked at the front and back. "What is it?" He asked, confused.

          "It's a ticket to Wonderland!" I exclaimed, excitedly.

          Ethan laughed and smacked his hand on his forehead. "Right," he said. "It's just that I've never been there before... is it fun?"

          "You've never been to Canada's Wonderland?" I asked, shocked. "You're literally missing out on half of your life and yes, it's fun. The roller-coasters are amazing . We're going to take you on Skyscrapper, Behemoth, Pysclone, and everything else."

          Ethan grinned as he slipped the season pass back into the envelope. "Let's just hope I don't vomit or anything," he said.

          I laughed. "You won't be the only one if you do; Simon sort of has this bad habit of vomiting after going on really fast roller-coasters."

          Ethan just nodded but didn't really say anything else. When silence took over the room, I was forced to look around my surroundings to come up with something to say. My eyes then fell upon a small brown leather journal on Ethan's nightstand. I raised my eyebrow at Ethan as I nodded towards his journal. "You have a journal?" I asked, surprised. 

          "You sound shocked."

          "Well, um, I thought that was a girl thing..."

          Ethan burst into laughter. "Well, it's not really a journal," he said, shrugging. "As a matter of fact I've only written in four pages of the damn thing."

          I just stared at my friend like he was nuts.

          He had a journal.

          But he only written in four pages?

          Very useful.

          "My bucket list is in that journal," Ethan added, shyly.