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Screw up |E|

"Babe, can you help me with the dishes?" Ethan called from the kitchen.

"Sure!" I responded, getting up from the couch and walking to the kitchen.

"You look beautiful." He pecked my cheek. "Now help me with these dishes woman!" He smacks my butt.

"Asshole." I shake my head, chuckling lightly.

"Your asshole." He whispered in my ear.

I laugh at his comment cause, well if you think about it, its funny.

"Whatever." I smile, helping him with the dishes.

"Cup." Ethan said, handing me a cup.

I put it in the dishwasher and we continued doing this with every other dish.

"Plate!" He shouted.

I giggled, grabbing the plate only to have it slip out my hands since it was wet, and drop to the floor, glass shattering everywhere.

"Oh my god!" I cover my mouth. "I'm so so-"

"You're such a clumsy screw up!" Ethan shouted, his words stinging through me.

"Well, I'm sorry I'm such a screw up." I choke out, and run upstairs.

I ran up to the attic, this is where I went when I wanted to be alone. Sadly, Ethan knew about me coming up here sometimes. Why would he even say that I'm a screw up?

People always called me a screw up, I always thought I was too. I mean, I do always screw everything up. Ethan was always there to help me, he would say I'm not a screw up and he loved me.

I always just said I'm okay and I believe him, but I'm lying. Everyday my siblings tell me I'm a screw up, my family members tell me I'm a screw up.

I made it to the attic and sat on the floor, my knees against my chest as I hugged my legs. I rested my chin on my knees and just thought about random things, trying to forget about his hurtful words.

"Y/n?" I heard softly, I didn't move a muscle, I just looked straight ahead.

He sat beside me, getting in the same position I was in. He looked at me and studied my face that had no expression, he sighed, still looking at me.

A slight smile went across his face as he just study me, a light shade of pink crept on my cheeks.

"Baby? Please, I'm sorry, I love you, I really do. It was an accident, I love you baby girl, trust me." He spoke, I didn't do anything.

All of the sudden tears started to stream down my face at the speed of lightning, sobbing, hiccuping, I buried my head in my knees.

"Y/n don't cry." Ethan cooed, rubbing my back softly.

"I'm sorry." I sob, shaking my head.

He pulled me into his chest protectively, shushing me as I sobbed more.

"Sh, baby, shh." Ethan shushed, and kissed the top of my head.

I eventually stopped crying but was still in Ethan's arms. I looked up at him and frowned.

"Why did you call me a screw up?" I sniffed.

"I don't know, but I didn't mean it. I swear Y/n, if anything, I'm the screw up." He answered.

"You're not a screw up." I gasped.

"Yes I am." He says, shaking his head.

"How? You never screw anything up." I said, moving into a different position.

I was on his lap, facing him with my legs beside his waist, my arms around his neck.

"Yes I am, Y/n." He defends.

"What have you ever screwed up?" I asked.

"Our relationship." He looks down.

I was lost of words, yeah, he sometimes says rude things to me but nothing that harsh.

"You didn't do anything to this relationship." I denied, cupping his face for him to look at me.

"I always do the wrong things and sometime you're going to leave me because of it." His eyes are now watery.

I rubbed my hand on my wrist, just thinking, what should I do? He thinks he's a screw up.

"Where both screw ups." I said.

"I love you." He says.

"I love you more." I smile, kissing his lips.

A/N: TWD TONIGHT WTTFFFF?!!??!! I'm sorry this sucked, but I'm making a Grayson imagine and you're gonna have to listen to IKWYDLS by Shawn and Camila.

PEACE OUT BITCH SCOUTS!!!!

I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUNMER! I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST SUMMER! TELL ME WHERE YOUVE BEEN! I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW!