TWITTER DMS ; ethan Cutkosky

Kat

I tiptoed to my bathroom and lightly closed the door. It was eight-thirty in the morning and I was the only one awake. I locked the door and turned on the shower tap, I pulled my shirt off which left my whole torso bare. The way my hair cascaded over my shirtless shoulders was a feeling I could not describe but it was surely my favourite.

I stepped in the tub and the warm water hit my skin like the sun did when you stepped out of your house on a summer afternoon. I closed my eyes and just stood there, taking the heat in. It was profound the way the steam rose to the ceiling. I shaved my legs and washed my hair, what would happen if I made my own brand of shampoo and conditioner? It would be environmentally friendly and smell good, but that's a long shot. All the smells have been taken anyway.

I applied conditioner and thought, tomorrow Ethan is leaving and I will be back to facetiming him and only remember the faint smell he left on my pillow. I felt tears mix with the water on my face. I would be back to my desolate state at night, just me and my thoughts. Then I thought, instead of being sad why not make the last day fun and memorable?

I wrapped the towel around my body. The warmth of my shower slowly washing off of me. I tiptoed back to
my room and since it was dark of course I bumped into someone. I looked up and saw someone near my height, it was Ethan.

"Oh, hey baby," His voice was raspy and sent shivers down my spine. I looked down at my toes and walked away, hiding my smile. My toes scrunched and it was funny, they never did that. I put back to black on and soon my room was filled with Amy's voice. Ethan wasn't going to go back to sleep! We had a whole day ahead of us. I quickly put on my undergarments and put on my black jeans with rips in the legs.

"I'm guessing we're going out?" He asked groggily, rubbing his eyes. We were both shirtless and he rummaged through his suitcase, pulling out a red and white baseball t-shirt and black skinny jeans. I pulled out a white baseball tee with pink sleeves, wonder if he'll figure out that we're matching.

"Let's go get breakfast!" I said eagerly as I jumped on my bed to put my socks on. He nodded his head and said he was going to brush his teeth. As he did I walked downstairs and took the car keys off the counter and wrote a note saying where I was going to be.
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We lay in silence with nothing but flat concrete surrounding us. We were laying in the backseat of the car with the windows rolled down. We were in the middle of an empty parking lot, to what store? I don't know. It was just pavement rolled down in the middle of nowhere.

"Tomorrow you're leaving," I said, barely above a whisper. He raked his hands through my black hair. He tensed up at my sentence which led me to believe that he didn't want to.

"Yeah. I am," He choked out after a minute. He stirred in the seat before readjusting our bodies, my head on his chest and his legs spread across the
seat. "The distance will be restored but hey, we still have cute messages and face time, right?"

"Yeah, I guess. I'll miss you a whole lot. I miss you already," I snuggled my head into his arms, only if we could stay like this forever. I sighed and looked up at him. "You remember when we first met? When you told me
to chill out,"

"Or when you face timed me and showed me your fridge. Or when I said black sweats make the booty look good?" He laughed. I laughed too, how could I not, nostalgia was taking over me. I wouldn't tell anyone but something about nostalgic moments were somewhat comfortable.

His phone rang; making us both jump. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he slid his finger across the screen. "Hello?" He said. "Mark? What do you want?" Who the hell was Mark? Mark from zoey 101? "No. What, that's crazy. Where did it say this on my contract?" The anger was evident in his voice, it was scary. "Fine. Let me talk about with Ellie and her folks before anything, please?"

He hung up and pushed me off of his lap, crouching to the front seat. I buckled up as he did and the whole drive home was silent. It wasn't like any of the comfortable silences we encountered, it was dreadful. I did not speak because I knew if I was mad he would let me cool down first and then address it. So I stayed quiet.

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"Can they do that?" My mother asked from the opposite side of the kitchen table. I folded my hands, something I always did when I had no clue what to do. I took deep breaths to stay calm because if I didn't I would probably cry.

"Apparently they can. I didn't think they could but they emailed me a picture of the contract. I don't know what to do, I told him I couldn't do that. That I wanted to date Elizabeth publicly but they won't let me, what do I do?" He frantically asked, pulling the ends of the strands of his hair. His head was in between his elbows that were resting on the dining room table.

I felt limp. My whole body was in shock, how could I have gotten so attached. Now, I felt the tears roll down my cheeks, second time crying today over the same person. "Who is it?" I asked.

"What?" He said looking at me.

"Who are they making you fake date?" I asked again, my voice more stern than before. He tensed up and he only ever did when we talked about a touchy subject.

"Katrina," He said shamefully. My head started spinning. Anyone but her. Why her? Why couldn't it be me? The room started to spin and I knew what was happening next. I fainted.

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I slightly opened my eyes. My vision was blurred, probably from crying last night. My head ached, can't believe I cried over a boy hard enough to make myself ache, physically. I looked around my room and saw him beside me.

"Hi, princess," He sheepishly said, his voice was coarse and at that moment I knew he didn't want this either. "I'm leaving soon but I wanted to say goodbye first,"

I smiled a small smile, almost forced. I wrapped my arms around his neck and just embraced him, felt his body warmth one last time. He pulled away and ran to his suit case.

"I wanted to give this to you before I left," He held up his fake leather jacket. I gladly took it and stood up to walk to my dresser. "You're not giving me underwear, are you?"

I laughed. "No, this," It was a book of photos I managed to make of us. "It's not a lot but just in case you forget me, you'll always remember the memories." I gave a faint smile.

"It's everything to me. I could never forget you, princess, you mean too much to me. The memories we made will forever be burned into my mind," He said, pulling me in for a hug. We hugged for ten minutes until I let go and pecked his lips. A car honked outside, signalling that he was leaving.

"Bye, Flopkosky." I grinned, feeling tears prick my eyes.

"Bye, Peaches." He said before kissing my forehead and exiting my bedroom. I watched him walk to the car and before getting in he turned around and waved to me, winking.

I swear, I felt a piece of me die. Knowing he was going to be affectionate towards another girl killed me but it was his job.

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12 months later ;

@elizabeththerealest: ethan we need to stop whatever we were. I'm sorry. It's been a year since you left and Katrina talks about how happy you make her and I cant take that away from her.

@elizabeththerealest: you haven't texted me in a two weeks and I think it's because you are truly happy with kat, don't try to convince yourself that you're not. I love you. I want to always talk to you without us hating each other and I think us having no feelings for each other will help.

@elizabeththerealest: i love you, darling. always remember that I'm here for you and that you're my best friend and always will be. we're an always. i love you, Ethan.

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Okay I THINK THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER.

SHOULD I DO
A SEQUEL????

oR just end it?????

oh ahit idk

-wyn