when a sweet, bubbly girl with an odd personality meets a serious boy who only cares for baseball.
˚ · • . ° . ❝ Do you ever stop talking? ❞
˚ · • . ° . ❝ Are you ever nice? ❞
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C H A P T E R 43 — Nail polish •°. *࿐
January 12, 1965
E l a r a
Waking up in the morning with dry tears on my cheeks was not a very nice thing.
I rub my eyes as I walk out of my bedroom and head downstairs.
I'm surprised when I see Ethan was awake in the early morning, just watching tv. He looked upset, his eyebrows resting in a little crease and his arms crossed.
"Good morning.." I look around confused, "Since when are you up this early?"
"I couldn't sleep" He mumbles.
I nod slowly about to head to the kitchen.
"I tried to talk her out of it.." He adds, stopping me just as I was about to continue walking. "She seriously must have alcohol poisoning, she thinks dad is right"
"So that means.." I trail off, looking back to the suitcase that was still by the stairs.
"Yeah.." He softly replies.
"So when?" I look down.
"I don't know, with how eager mom seems I'm guessing a few weeks" He shrugs.
I almost start crying again.
With teary eyes I turn around quickly, going off into the kitchen to feed my hurting heart.
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The time was 3:30 in the afternoon when I checked it again.
I set my book down and sigh deeply, glancing out the window and at the house across the street.
Ethan and I decided to stay home from school today. And all day I paced around, trying to come up with a way to tell him before he came back from school.
"Benny, hi, soo.. I'm kinda leaving for like ever, is that cool?" I mock, tossing my book onto the bed angrily.
I groan something of frustration and then go to my closet.
Maybe I can dress super duper nice to ease all the upsetness?
Or not dress at all? That'll surprise him- oh god, I'm already going crazy.
I groan again, stuffing my face into my clothes. This room is making me go mentally ill, this is serious.
I finally dress myself in a black long sleeve top under my favorite pink sweater, and some regular jeans. I throw my hair up in a loose ponytail, and I sigh as I walk out of my room.
