Lauren's P.O.V
I cleaned up my father's mess as he stumbled upstairs to his room. Used cigarettes were left all around the living room causing the whole place to smell like nicotine. Empty beer bottles were left on the coffee table and some were smashed on the hardwood floor. I picked up his trash and threw it into the garbage and swept the floor.
I felt like Cinderella, I felt like his slave.
I picked up the broken pieces of glass and threw them into the trash as well. The glass left a couple of cuts on my fingers, and one sharp shard ended up getting wedged into my fourth finger.
Lovely, I grimaced in pain and pulled the shard out of my finger.
I stuck a bandaid onto my bleeding cut and looked around to make sure I didn't miss a spot to clean.
I took a breath and wiped my forehead in relief and made my way upstairs to my room.
I've learned to be very responsible of myself. Ever since my mom passed away, I would do the laundry, clean the house, cook dinner, and clean the dishes by myself. My dad couldn't even take care of himself, there wasn't a single chance that he could take care of me.
There was a point of time after my mother died where my father felt lost. He was depressed, he didn't feel any reason to live anymore, and he grieved for her everyday for about a year. It hurt me to watch him go through the pain, but I didn't know how serious it could have actually gotten. Being 7 years old at the time, I didn't understand anything. I could've gotten help and he wouldn't have turned into the hideous monster he is now. He did everything he could to relieve the pain including drugs and alcohol. He started to abuse the use of both, and soon enough he became addicted. He was no longer depressed, no longer grieving, but he became crazy.
I got ready for bed and changed into some comfortable clothes. I climbed into the sheets and pulled out my phone and scrolled through notifications. My instagram and twitter was blowing up with mentions and follows.
@ethandolan followed you!
Ethan Dolan started following you.
No wonder...
I scrolled through the comments and mentions, some of them were shockingly rude.
"Ok Ethan could've done better..."
"Ethan step up your game"
"Are they dating?"
"Ugly"
"Wtf is going on with Lauren and Ethan?"
"Who even is Lauren..."
"Why did Ethan--"
I laughed the comments off and immediately went to twitter to tweet.
I don't give a crud about my haters as long as my biscuits love me😎
My tweet got spammed with likes, retweets, and mentions once again.
Why does everyone think Ethan and I are dating? He followed me, he didn't kiss me or anything.
I scrolled through my twitter notifications once again looked at the mentions again.
@ethandolan: @laurenwilson does that mean im your biscuit bc i love you?
My eyes widened at his tweet. I immediately picked up my phone and called him.
"What's up?" he answered in his sweet voice.
"Ethan!" I exclaimed, "What are you doing? You're gonna drive your fans crazy!!"
I heard him laughing on the other end, "So?"
"I'm getting spammed right now," I said while scrolling through my notifications once again.
"They're usually this crazy, don't worry," he assured me, "And all I did was follow you and tweet you, if they think we're dating because of that then--"
"Well you pretty much tweeted me that you loved me, which we both know is untrue," I stated.
"Okay, maybe I like you then," he admitted, "Just a little bit."
My mouth dropped open and my lips formed into a smile, "I see."
"I told you, I only speak the truth," he said.
"Well, I like you too buddy," I replied.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, "You did not just friendzone me."
"Ethan Dolan is my best friend, he's a great pal, wow don't you wish you were me so you were friends with Ethan Dolan." I teased.
"Stoooppp," he laughed.
"Never," I said, "I'll tell it to the world."
I walked over to my window and opened it and yelled out into my neighborhood, "ETHAN DOLAN IS A GREAT FRIEND"
His laughter on the other side made my heart melt.
He's happy, and that makes me happy.
"Anyways," he said, "It's getting kind of late and I think we both need some sleep."
"Okay, goodnight buddy," I joked.
"No stop," he laughed.
"I'm kidding," I smiled, "Goodnight Ethan."
"Goodnight Angel."
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this chapter was kinida short i apologize lol
i think im gonna end up updating twice every weekend, and the end of the quarter is next week so i probably won't get that much hw and theres a 3 day weekend so.... MORE UPDATES????!???!
AND how did we all feel about dt friday? made my friday a lot better ngl lol
and wow halloween is next monday why tf is halloween on a monday thats stupid.
im probably not even gonna go out bc who knows which clowns are real or not hahaha
but my friend is also hosting like a halloween party of some sort and thatll be fun so i wont be bored all night
anyways, until next time...
PEACE :)
twitter: @/citrusdolan
lets be friends :-)
