written: march 15, 2017
updated: december 17, 2017
You and Ethan were in his basement.
"Okay, so if you divide the six to three you'll get-", You say as you write on his notebook, but were interrupted by him kissing you. "Ethan!", you yell as you laugh.
"I'm sorry!", he whines, "I can't concentrate."
"Why not?", you say as you lean back.
"Because...", he says leaning in.
You push his face away and you both laugh for a moment before you two lean on each other until you hear the door open.
You see his mom walking down with snacks, "Hey, guys!", she says as she places the tray that she held on the coffee table in front of you, "Pizza is on the way and I'm making some coffee."
"Thank you so much.", you say as grab a few chips from the tray.
"Thanks, mom, you mind telling us when it hits 10.", Ethan says as he grabbed a cup that was filled with fruit juice.
"Its 11 p.m. already, baby.", she responded.
You jaw drops. Ethan says, "Woah."
"You sleeping here, y/n?", she asked you.
"I have no idea.", you responded.
"It's no problem, y/n, you stay here for the night and we'll go out to eat in the morning.", she says as she sits across from you.
"Can we stay down here?", Ethan asked as he put his arm around you.
You lean on his shoulder and his mom said, "Yeah, I'll bring down some blankets." She gets up and heads for the stairs, "Oh, but your father and I are definitely going out tonight so... you guys will be here by yourselves."
"Where's Grayson?", Ethan asked.
"He's doing a shoot at Bryant's house.", she says as she began to walk up the stairs.
She left and shut the door behind her.
Ethan immediately began to kiss your neck.
"Eth, we need to study. We have finals in less than a week.", you say pushing him off.
He grunts, "Okay, if I can get this next question right, you have to let me do whatever I want to you."
"Ha ha.", you say sarcastically.
"Okay, fine, I get to finger you."
"Ethan!", you yell while laughing.
He laughs with you and says, "Come on, if not we study all night."
"Fine.", you say leaning towards the coffee table again.
He begins to look at the question and does his work in his notebook.
You watch him carefully.
"Answer is 7.", he says, as he threw his pencil.
"It's 8. You forgot to bring down the 1 when you multiplied that.", you say pointing at his work. He grunts, loudly, throwing his head back. You laugh and say, "You said it. Not me."
