"Ellie, wake up," A voice mumbled in my ear. Scrunching my nose, I opened my eyes and look at Keaton. I slapped him with my pillow.
"Go away!"
He chuckled, "Okay, okay, I know, I'm just too attractive."
"Egotistical much? But really, get out." I demanded. Some shuffling feet later, the sound of the door closing reached my ears and I pulled the covers off my head. Groaning, I walked over to my bathroom tiredly and looked into the mirror. Rolling my eyes at my messy hair, I pulled it up and slipped off the ponytail on my wrist, forming a slightly-less-messy-messy bun. I rinsed off my face and brushed my teeth. I pulled off my pajamas and walked into my closet, pulling out a navy blue v-neck short-sleeved t-shirt. I paired it with gray Capri-leggings with my gray converse.
Walking back into the bathroom, I added some mascara, eyeliner and chap stick to complete my outfit.
I went down the stairs and entered the kitchen, grabbing a cream-cheese-covered bagel from a shocked looking Keaton. I smirked as I took a large bite out of it. After he realized what happened he narrowed his eyes at me and picked up the other half of the bagel, chomping angrily.
Ethan suddenly stormed into the kitchen, snatching away the orange juice that Keaton was about to drink. He let out a noise, frustrated, "You Cartwright's and your breakfast thieving ways!"
"Lame." I told him.
He scoffed and turned, pouring himself a fresh glass of orange juice that he immediately began to chug. His phone beeped and he pulled it out, reading a text message. He shook his head and looked up at Ethan and I who were looking at him expectantly, "Sorry guys, I gotta run."
"Yeah and we're the food thieves," I muttered sarcastically.
Ethan nodded, "See you man."
Keaton walked out of the kitchen and soon I heard the front door shut.
"Talk," Ethan told me immediately.
I rolled my eyes and went to walk in the living room, "About what?"
"The fact you looked like you had just seen a ghost when you came home last night!" He exclaimed.
I breathed deeply, "I was drunk, wasn't that obvious? It was probably just the vodka that made me look bad, okay?"
He scoffed, "Yeah, I'm not buying that at all, Elliot."
"Don't call me that!" I told him through clenched teeth.
"Elliot. Elliot. Elliot!" He practically shouted.
I sprang up from my seat on the couch, "Shut up, you bastard!"
"Just tell me what the hell happened!" He replied, his voice a level louder.
"Fine! You want to know what? I saw something worse than a ghost last night! Because guess what?" I was slightly cackling like a lunatic by now, "I saw Ryan yesterday!"
He sat down on the chair across from me, his face paling.
I rolled my eyes, "Exactly."
Without waiting for his response, I stormed out of the room and up to my room. I grabbed my bag and after several minutes of rummaging through my desk, my keys. I jogged down the steps and went to the garage door through the kitchen, but instead ran into someone. I glared at Ethan, "Move."
"I'm sorry... I didn't-- I didn't expect that." He admitted.
"Yeah well no shit Sherlock, I don't think anyone did."
He sighed, "Just, what he-- what he did to you," His voice cracked.
"it happens," I told him, my voice steely. I shoved my way past him and got into my car, starting the engine and pulling out of the driveway quickly. I made my way down to the diner and got a table for one, sitting and eating my salad. The chair across from me pulled out and someone sat in it.
"Hey, Ellie," he greeted me as cool as ever.
Without thinking, I pulled my hand back and slapped him across the face.
"What the hell!?" He seethed.
"Get the hell away from me," I spat.
He smirked, "Or what? You'll cry for your mommy again? In case you didn't notice, she's dead, Elliot."
"I don't need this," I told him, standing up. I dropped a ten on the table and walked up and out of the door. I went to open my car door but a masculine arm from behind me stopped it.
"You know you need me. I'm your other half," Ryan whispered, sending shivers-- bad shivers -- down my whole body. I elbowed him in the gut and clambered into the driver's seat, pulling out away from him. I rolled my window down to shout at him, "Like hell!" and drive away.
And I drove down the road, a honking and flashing truck crashing right into me.
Suddenly, a painful memory of Ryan flashed in my mind. After it was remembered, I was drowned in unconsciousness.
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Ellie
Teen Fiction"Elliot Cartwright, will you be my girlfriend?" He asked me, down on one knee. He held a dozen white roses and had hope plastered on his face. His smile was dazzling and he looked like a frickin' Hollister model in this moment. But then, everything...
