A/N there are uncensored curse words in this chapter! If you don't feel comfortable with them, comment or do me and I'll fix it right away!
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"Hi I'm Ethan." He smiles, his chest heaving. He's obviously been running.
"Hello, I'm Victoria." I respond with a small, almost unnoticeable, wave of my hand. "Are you alright?" I ask him, as his flops his, very well built I delightfully add, body into the small couch-chair beside my bed.
"Yes, but.." he looks down at the white watch that hugs his wrist. "I'm late." He says shaking his head with a look of disappointment. But the looks of it, he was running through the halls until he found my room, I'm guessing he wanted to make a good fist impression. He truly hasn't failed, we all get lost and caught up on time sometimes.
"You're fine, I won't tattle." I smile warmly. My turn to make a fist impression. I aim to make the best one I can.
"Thanks." He nods sarcastically. So he's a jokester. By the looks of him, he is probably well known in the hallways of his school, all fuckboy like. There is only one thing that doesn't fit into this equation, why the hell did he volunteer here?
"Wait, so why did you want to do this? You know come here?" I ask, multiple questions are held back from being spilled, because well, first impressions are important.
"Why not?" He asks, his breathing no longer sounding like a racehorse who just finished a mile run.
"I don't know." I look around the dull room. "It's boring." I say, I sit up and cross my legs into Indian style, immediately feeling racist. I never really did understand why it's called 'Indian' style.
"The only the boring about this is the way you are currently thinking." He laughs, propping his legs up on my bed like he owns it.
"What do you mean?" I ask, almost offended.
"The only reason why this room and this situation is boring is because you're letting it be." He says, his head tilted in a way that screams 'I'm right, but I'm not gonna tell you that, I'm just gonna look really hot until you agree.'
"How do you make a dull, monotone room become exciting and fun?" I ask, challenging his 'I'm right' face.
"Well..." he looks around, turning every which way. Taking in the full room. "Paint the walls." He says, a cocky smile upon his lips. I laugh at his response.
"I'm not allowed to do that. I'd get in so much trouble!" I continue to laugh and cover my smile with my hand.
"Oh no! You're going to get in trouble." A jokingly scared look crosses his face, sarcasm being the main attraction. "What are they gonna do? Take your pudding away?" I burst into laughter. Laughing to the point where I'm crying. I laugh through the pain in my side, damn him for being so fucking accurate.
"You know." I breath, catching my breath. "You're right." I cough.
"Of course I'm right. I'm Ethan Dolan." He laughs with outstretched arms, acting like a king.
"There's only one flaw to your pretty little plan." I smile.
"And what could that be?" He asks, eyes narrowed and smirk planted.
"I don't have paint." I cross my arms across my chest.
"I can fix that with one trip to Target." He wiggles his eyebrows in victory.
"But the nurses will come in to check and they'll make us stop." I persist. I'm not letting him win, I refuse to grant that dashing smirk with the gratitude of flaunting how absolutely right he is.
"It's called standing up for yourself." His face becomes a bit more serious. "You can't let people just run over your wants and dreams like that." He preaches, his eyes grow deeper by the slightest bit.
"Well then Ethan Dolan. If you supply me with the paint I will no longer call this place boring." I smile, his mood automatically lifting with a toothy grin.
"Deal?" He drops his feet from the bed and leans toward me, extending his hand out. I look at my own hand, noticing the IVs the rest in my veins. But I grab his hand anyway and shake it firmly, a smile planted on both out faces.
"Deal."
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Fanfiction"Wait, so why did you want to do this?" I ask. "Why not?" "I don't know." I look around the dull room. "It's boring." "The only the boring about this is the way you are currently thinking." He laughs, propping his legs up on my bed like he owns it...
