don't forget about me | ethan cutkosky

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Kelsey-

"Who were you yelling at last night?" I asked Ethan, pulling a clean pair of shorts up my legs. 

"Just someone on the phone. Not important." He shrugged, fixing his hair in the mirror. 

"But Taryn came up a few minutes after you did, it looked like she was crying."

He stopped for a minute and looked down at the dresser, holding a plain look on his face. I walked closer to him and stood beside him and placed my hand on his back and began piecing things together. 

"Taryn was downstairs? Didn't even see her. She must have been in the bathroom or something." Ethan said quickly, turning towards me. "Now let's just forget about her and be happy we get to do something without her today!" 

I smiled, grabbing his hand and we walked downstairs together.

The family was sitting in the living room, waiting for us I guess because as soon as we came into view, my mom told my aunt and uncle we would take the van she rented. 

"Is Taryn still not coming? Has she fully decided?" My mom asked, grabbing her purse and some money. "She's always loved going to the zoo hasn't she?" 

"I asked before we came down. She said no." I said.

"Okay! Let's go. Bye Taryn!" The family called as we piled out the door and into the van.

Once buckled in, Ethan jumped up. "I forgot my wallet. I'll be right back."

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Taryn-

Once I heard the front door slam, I got up from bed and took my clothes off and changed into a black bra and panties, and decided I was going to go wash my face. 

But before I left I tried looking for a clean shirt, realizing they were all on the floor covered in dog hair or in a ball in the corner of my room.

I'm home alone. Who even needs clothes when they're home alone?

One thing I love about being home alone is that I can walk around pretty much naked and nobody can stop me. I could dance around my house in my bra and underwear with the music blasting and nobody would complain. 

Well the neighbours might. But nobody cares about their opinion, right?

Just as I opened my door and was halfway across the hallway, I heard the front door open and my eyes widened. I could have sworn I heard the van drive away. 

What if someone is breaking in?

I heard shoed feet running up the stairs and I froze in my spot, prepared to get shot or something but it never came. The footsteps stopped just as I opened my half closed, half squinted eyes. 

I looked to my right and just about screamed and covered my chest, thanking myself because at least I remembered to put a bra and underwear on. 

"Ethan what the hell are you doing?!" I screeched. 

"I forgot my wallet and I was coming back to get it and you were just kinda there!" He said, pointing to wear I was standing, still staring at me. 

"Stop fucking staring at me you pervert!"

"Sorry... Sorry.." He stuttered as he ran past me into the spare room. 

The one time I don't have a clean shirt this happens. Why me?

Still standing frozen in the hallway with nothing but a bra and underwear on, Ethan came back out with his wallet and had ten dollars in his hand.