Because of You

Chapter 24!

Song Recommendation:

· Stay with me- Sam Smith (you'll see why)

ETHAN'S POV (clap, clap, clap, clap your hands... if you guessed it right)

She kissed me.

Rosalie Evergreen kissed me.

On the lips.

Me.

Man up dude, she's just a girl.

Repeated my conscience, but it was wrong she isn't just a girl. Oh my god, Man, I didn't kiss her back.

Fuck.

I barely had time to react as she did so it was just so sudden. But she was diffidently wasted enough to do something so stupid as to kiss me.

I looked over at her, she looked so tired and warn out as her head lay against my window, as she was buckled up into my ratty old Pickup Truck. But even after all of that she somehow managed to still looked peaceful.

You're such a girl Ethan, really.

Even though her hair was practically covering her whole face, as her mouth was agape, and drool slowly ran down her chin. Okay, no, not the drool part, but you get the point.

She created soft hums in her sleep as she quietly snored beside me.

Damn, she must be tired.

I noticed how when she walked over to us, she seemed unusually quiet. Her eyes were bloodshot which God knows is not a good sign. And curiosity quickly got to me, making me think this has something to do with Gram.

I don't know Rosalie that well, but from what I can see, she's not the drinking type. Which is good, because I'm not either; but that's beside the point. But tonight as she stood tall on the very expensive coffee table, it began to worry me.

Something must have happened tonight.

Something bad.

Something that hurt her.

Shit, Gram.

I remember how shocked I was when she fell into my arms unconcience, I didn't know how to react so I carried her over my truck and immediantly left that lame ass party of Gram's.

Zoe told me she would text me Rosie's address and I was more than grateful when she did. I made sure to wrap my jacket securely around her shoulders as I carried her to the truck so she wouldn't be cold. That's what I'm supposed to do, right?

Shit... aren't I?

Calm down, Ethan, she's just a girl.

Just a girl.

Bullshit.

When I arrived at Rosalie's home, I carefully carried her inside, cautious not to wake her. She hummed some more and wiggled around slightly, and I tightened my grasp.

Suprisingly enough, they left a spare key in their mailbox, so I got in pretty easily.

It took me a while to find Rosalie's room, though there house isn't that big, but there were many rooms.

I knew it was her room once I saw a photo of Gram on her bookshelf.

Dick.

I laid her down gently flat on her mattress, and used a blanket hung on the side of her chair to cover her. She looks sad, yet peaceful and beautiful. How is that even possible?

C'mon Ethan, man up!

I was about to leave but my hand was grabbed, I turned around slowly and saw Rosalie's bloodshot eyes looking back at me. She groaned, and giggled, oh God, being drunk doesn't sound fun.

"Please stay with me," she whispered, as she tried not to close her eyes. I stared at her for a few moments. Stay with her? As in stay in bed... with her? The same bed? Together?

Of course she means together.

I'm such an idiot when it comes to girls, I swear.

I shook my head at my own stupidness.

"You want me to lay with you?" I asked her.

"'Cause you're all I need!" She sang, and laughed.

I couldn't help but laugh as well as I slowly laid beside her.

She smelt of alcohol, and I tried to let it not get to me as she snuggled closer to me. Her head dug into my shoulder as she laid her hand flat on my chest.

She's giving me permission to touch her.

Do it, you moron!

I rested my chin on the top of her head, and swung my arm across her waist. I felt her smile, and I couldn't help but do the same.

"You're pretty," she said into my shoulder. I didn't know how to react to that, and as I smile grew wider she spoke up. "I kissed a boy tonight." She finished.

"You did?" I asked.

"These hoes ain't loyal!" She sang louder into my shoulder and I laughed hysterically.

"Why do you have to turn everything into a song when you're drunk?" She didn't respond. She might be asleep, I hope she's warm the blanket is pretty thin.

"Goodnight Rosalie," I whispered to her.

And her response felt like I was being stabbed by a pitchfork. I didn't expect it to happen, and if I ever did I would never consider it would hurt as much as it did to hear those words come out of her mouth.

"Goodnight Gram,"

A/N:

OOOOHHHH someone's got a crush ;)

And I know, I know, this chapter is super short I'M SORRY OKAY

Buuuuuuut I kind of really suck at writing from a guy's POV, but I tried.

And yes next chapter will be from rosalies pov, and next chapter will contain A LOT of stuff with Ethan and Rosalie as well SO GET EXCITED.

Okayyyyyyy well bye now hah and vote pleaseeee and don't forget to comment cuz I like reading them  they keep me entertained.

and soooo sorry for not posting :/ school got me fucked

also this isnt edited so excuse my mispelling