❝ i'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby ❞
- 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛...
a boy who is the
equivalent to a teenage dirtbag and
has nightmares falls in love with
the boy who always looks like
he's in pain .
playlist inside.
- 🩸
lower case intended .
jasper hal...
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TEENAGE DIRTBAG
chapter 20
[ baseball ]
ethan had never had a sleep that good in a while, nor had he even slept that long in what must've been years. the boy woke up with the sun glaring in his eyes, the rays of light being his personal alarm clock.
to ethans disappointment, jasper was nowhere in sight. however, a rush of curiosity burst throughout ethans body as a note was stuck to his bedside table. it was obviously from jasper.
'good morning ethan. hope you slept well. i will pick you up at 11 am, be ready.
love, jasper.'
ethan felt his heart pound slightly faster at the word 'love'. he quickly pushed the feeling away. they were friends. ethan told bella he loved her all the time yet he would never even consider getting with her. he just meant it in a friendly way, right?
the boy's gaze danced to the digital clock on his nightstand and he felt panic surge through his veins. 10:43 am. he had seventeen minutes to shower, get dressed and do whatever else he needed to do.
despite the panic, he felt good. it had been a long, long while since he had managed to capture over 3 hours of sleep a night; but with Jasper around he managed to get 9. that's a record for ethan.
although the night didn't run as smoothly as hoped due to the nightmare. he knew jasper would bring it up again at some point, i mean, why wouldn't he? he's good at giving people space at times, but everyone gets curiosity always gets the better of people at some point.
with his new feeling of freshness, the boy slid out of his bed. his room was clean which was somewhat of a refreshing sight, all thanks to jasper. ethan smirked to himself; he knew this cleanness wouldn't last a week.
with that, he walked out of his bedroom and to the bathroom.
the time was now 10:59. magically, ethan had managed to shower and wash himself, get dressed in appropriate clothing for the cold weather (including his leather gloves), and he even managed to put on his signature eyeliner. or, guyliner as he liked to call it.
the boy rushed downstairs and was unsurprisingly met with his family. "ethan? is that you?"chris, his father, put on a fake voice of confusion. they always acted like this whenever he functioned like a normal human being, it was like they thought he was incapable of being normal.
