Stay With Me

Chapter 1

POV of Luke

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"He did what?" I asked Chelsea over the phone, "What do you mean Ethan tripped in the kitchen and hit his head on the counter? How did he manage to do that?"

"I don't know," she replied, "you know how clumsy Ethan can be sometimes." I heard her take a deep sigh on the other line, sounding rather frustrated, "Can you please just come pick him up? I have guests coming over and I don't want to leave them on my doorstep because I had to take my boyfriend home." Once again, Chelsea's same annoying attitude was coming back, the one that made me wonder what Ethan saw in her.

"Whatever. But you owe me." I said, before hanging up on the most annoying person I knew.

The first thought that came to me when I grabbed my black jacket was, she's lying, which I knew she was. I had always been pretty good at telling when people were lying, and she was crying wolf pretty hard.

I've told Ethan how stupid he was not to see who Chelsea really is. But he didn't listen, he never does. No matter how many people tell him, he's so hard headed. Obviously, he's pretty weak when it comes to women, he falls for all the tricks and traps they throw his way, and he just never learns. He was once with this girl named Lucy, who was honestly the dumbest person I had ever met, and she was probably the most honest of all his conquest to show her true colors. I'm not even kidding, she had guys come to her house while Ethan was over there, and made Ethan leave so she and the random dude could 'get it on'. And do you know what Ethan would say? It's okay Luke, I know she's the one, we can get through anything... They broke up a week later.

Shaking my head, I grabbed my truck keys and started walking out the door of my house. Sure it was small, but it was just me and my Golden Retriever, Lucky who lived here.

When I stepped out of the small house, I locked the door behind me, and when I turned around towards the sidewalk, I felt a breathtakingly cold breeze of wind hit my face. It felt like I had stepped into an ice box.

Why did winter have to come so soon? I thought.

It wasn't even thanksgiving yet, only days before, and snow was already settling on the ground. Living in Ohio really sucked sometimes, the weather was just so unpredictable. I watched my white breath mingle with the cold atmosphere as I climbed into my truck, Old Jess. Named after my beautiful girlfriend Jessica, whom I loved with all my heart. Ironically, Jessica was the only girl that ever dated Ethan, and had actual feelings for him. She was his only real breakup as well, considering all of the other girls ended up being caught cheating.

I knew in my heart that Ethan didn't deserve this, any of this. And I honestly really felt bad for him, he had been my best friend since kindergarten, and up to now, our senior year in college.

I've tried multiple times to help him, by trying to talk him out of relationships, or trying to sabotage dates, or even bribing the girls to leave him alone. But nothing worked, it always seemed like the more I tried, the deeper his relationships went. Was I not trying hard enough? Maybe that was the problem, or maybe I was going about it all wrong.

I settled into my truck's soft leather seats, and started Old Jess, still pondering the thought of how to help Ethan.

When I got about five minutes away from Chelsea's mansion, it hit me.

No, not a car, an idea to help Ethan. What if instead of trying to get him out of bad relationships so he doesn't get hurt, I try to make the relationship he already has work out. What if I help to make the girl Ethan loves, love him back?

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Ethan's POV

My head literally felt like it was about to explode. It felt like waking up from the biggest hangover of your life, times ten. Yes, that bad.