Creep

Chapter Twelve

Torn apart at the seems and my dreams turn to tears. I'm not feeling the situation. Run away try to find a safe place you can hide. It's the best place to be when you're feeling like me.~Bullet For My Valentine

I was awaken by the noise of soft-spoken conversation. I thought it was Mom and Bernice talking over breakfast, but when I entered the room, in only my boxers might I add, I realized it was Ethan.

When Ethan looked up at my body a smile grew on her face. At first, I thought that she was smiling because I looked funny, but she was smiling because she genuinely liked how I looked. Now that I think about it, she always kind of gave me that look.

Even though Ethan was pleased, I was not, so I ran straight back to my room and threw on a Weezer shirt, and gray sweat pants.

When I came back she giggled and said, "Good morning sleepyhead! Your mom just left for work, so your stuck with me! Nice Weezer shirt by the way."

I smiled. Man, she's awesome! Her taste in music is pretty sweet!

"Want me to get you something to eat?"

I shook my head.

"Alright," she then took a seat on the rug by the front door and patted me a spot next to her, I sat, "What's up?"

I shrugged.

"Let me rephrase that, how was your kiss with Miriam?"

How did she figure that out? Detective, I told you!

"Okay."

I couldn't admit to her that I liked it, I mean, the other day she practically hinted that she liked me. And, looking at her right then had me forgetting everything I may or may not have seen in Miriam.

From the first time I met Ethan, I felt something I never did about anyone. Every time I see her I get the feeling like I'm at the maximum point of an amusement park ride; butterflies building in my stomach.

With Miriam I never felt anything relevantly close to that until she kissed me. I mean, imagine how it would feel if Ethan kissed me.

Plus, would Miriam and I even be a compatible match? How would we even get conversation flowing if we're both socially incapable of doing so? All that sleep last night finally has me thinking straight.

"So, do you like her?"

"No." I stated firmly, confirming my thoughts.

After a bit of quiet, Ethan spoke up, "The day after tomorrow Gerard is having me act...he's trying to at least finish us two up before winter break. To be honest I haven't bought any gifts for you guys yet."

To be honest, I forgot about the exchange entirely.

"What do you have to act as?"

"Here, look for yourself." She handed me the paper and it read as follows:

-Must act: Girly and snotty

-Must wear: Hip clothes and pink

-Must accomplish: Befriending snobbish bus stop girls, and verbal bullying other students.

"Come on loser, we're going shopping."
. . .

We made our way into a fancy boutique, and Ethan dragged me around to help her look for the perfect outfit for tomorrow. I had no idea what she should wear, and she didn't either. We were in there for a while until she found this "hip" pink top, and a short white skirt.

I waited for her to try on her new outfit, and seated myself on the plush stool outside the curtain.

A lady soon came up to me and asked, "Can I help you Sir?"