You sat in Ethan's room crying.
You stayed in there because it smelled like him.
You hugged his pillow, taking in his scent.
It had been a few hours since Ethan had left. You replayed his text over and over in your mind.
Your sobs got louder, until you heard the front door open.
You stopped crying, and wiped your eyes.
You heard loud foot steps coming upstairs.
You quickly stood up, grabbing your bag and shoes.
You heard someone coming down the hallway.
You quickly darted into Ethan's closet, not wanting him to know you were still there.
You quietly closed the door and watched him through the crack of the closet.
He walked into the room setting his car keys on his dresser. He rubbed his temples.
He turned his face, allowing you to see a small cut on his left cheek. You looked down to his neck, seeing a hickey.
You could feel tears start to come down your cheeks.
He stood in the middle of the room, staring at something on the bed.
You looked over to the bed seeing your jacket.
Damn it, you thought.
Ethan walked over to your jacket picking it up.
He held it for a second before slowly moving his eyes up towards the closet.
That was kinda hot, you thought.
You backed up into the corner of his closet, hiding behind his shirts. You heard him open the closet door, and move the shirts to the other side.
You squeezed your eyes closed. You slowly opened them, seeing Ethan staring at you.
Ethan sighed. "(y/n), what the hell are you doing here?" He asked rolling his eyes and walking out of the closet.
"I- I don't know..." You replied.
Ethan walked to his dresser, and took off his t- shirt, revealing his toned abs.
You clenched your jaw, staring at him.
"Why are you staring?" He asked, sounding kind of mean.
You looked him in the eyes, as he put the t- shirt on his dresser.
"Why aren't you fucking your boy/girlfriend? You know the one you've went out with like once, and only talk to twice a week. The one who dresses like she'd/he'd be ready to film a porno at any minute, and sucks dick for money. Speaking of which, how much did you pay him/her?" You spat, folding your arms.
Ethan's mouth hung open,and he chuckled sarcastically.
He laid down on his bed, putting his arms behind his head.
You looked at him.
"What's your problem (y/n)? What I can't date a boy/girl?" He asked.
"I- you wouldn't get it Ethan." You mumbled before yanking your jacket, that he was sitting on, out from underneath him.
"You know I hate it when you say that. Just tell me, you're starting to piss me off."
"When someone likes a person, but that person just happens to like somebody else, it hurts Ethan. And that's exactly how you're making me feel." You said walking out of his room.
You started crying again.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He yelled coming after you.
He grabbed your arm and turned you around. The confused and angry expression, on his face quickly disappear as he seen your tears.
"(y/n)," He whispered cupping your cheek.
"Stop." You pushed his hands off.
"What? I always do this when your sad. It helps." He said.
"No, it just makes everything worse. I love you Ethan, but you don't love me back. And seeing you with another boy/girl kills me inside." You said.
"Can I try something?" He asked.
"What?-" You asked. Ethan cupped your cheeks and softly pushed his lips against yours.
He pulled away, looking you in the eyes.
"I've kinda always wanted to do that." He whispered.
"What's that scratch from?" You whispered, referring the scratch on his cheek.
"(r/girl/guy/n) slapped me." He said.
"Why?"
"Because I broke up with him/her. I didn't feel anything when I did this to him/her." He said and kissed you again.
"I felt everything when I did that." He said.
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I feel like I suck ass at writing imagines😂
*tries to be as good as fvckmethan -greyskies sarcasticwerewolf but fails*
