Ethan really is unique, starting from his temperamental behavior, broody expressions and bad vocabulary. But like Comet would always say, there's always a good side and look into it. Past his temperamental behavior is his childish acts, sometimes he doesn't notice it come out on full display or he intend to do it, either way it annoys me as much at it makes me wanna coo on how adorable he's being sometimes.
I bet he will leave me here sitting on the hood of his car if he can read my mind -calling him adorable.
Past his broody expressions is a motto.
If you like someone, show them. But if you don't like someone, show them as well.
Sometimes Ethan is an open book, displaying his emotions and feelings through his expressions. He narrows his eyes either in confusion or in anger, he quirks his eyebrows in either confusion or anger as well, he purses his lips when he he tries to hold back a threat or a remark, sometimes in disagreement, he raises an eyebrow in silent question or when you're being plain stupid or both eyebrows in disbelief or amusement, he rolls his eyes in either frustration or annoyance, he smirks when he's being devilishly playful or calmly threatening, and you should consider yourself lucky if-not when-you receive one of his rare smiles, it can be a small twitch of his lips upward, a small smile or a full blown grin, trust me, it's an overwhelming feeling as if you've done something great for once in your life when you see Ethan smile, take me for an example. And let's not forget the sound effects that accompanies each of his expressions. The grunts of disapproval, the groans of frustrations and annoyance, the grumbling and mumbling, the shouting, yelling, and the best is his chuckle or laugh-in which he rarely does. But I understand, if I have a laugh as beautiful as his and people hunt me for it, then I'd rather stay mute and just groan all my life, but if I did have a laugh as beautiful as his, I'll probably laugh every second of the day of my life and watch people fell in love with my beautiful laugh.
But, unfortunately, I'm one of those persons that has like a rare disease that appears in only one out of eighty-four people in the whole world. Once, a classmate of mine in the middle school said that I have a contagious laugh, she's bluffing. I don't have a contagious laugh, I just have a laugh that is so strange that it's very laughable, that's why she laughed, my laugh is laughable not contagious.
Back to the topic.
Let's not forget his bad vocabulary. I'm not being a hypocrite and say that he swears like a sailor, because I'm not far from him. But he does swear like a sailor, cuss words accompanies his every sentence when he's in the brink of ripping his hair out or breaking every single bone on someone's body. And the threats. Ethan is not the type of person that has a bark harsher than his bite, he does not give away empty threats just for people to shrug it away. No, you'll regret ever breathing the same air as him when he acted upon his threats and that happens most of the time. I'm lucky I'm a girl or I would've been dead during our first meeting, he doesn't hit girls and that's the only reason why I'm still alive.
Or maybe, he just knew that his dad's gonna come looking for you when you went missing, suddenly.
Or that.
"You're mine, before you even knew it." I snapped out of my thoughts and narrowed my eyes at Ethan.
"You can't just go around claiming people." I said, crossing my arms.
"I'm not claiming people, I'm just simply claiming you." He said nonchalantly. His eyebrows furrowed together, and eyes clouding with, somewhat confusion? Perhaps, he was so used to things going his way and doing his way without any objection.
"Well, you can't do that."
"I can and I just did."
"What makes you think that labeling peop--me, as yours, a good thing?" I asked, uncrossing my arms to place it behind me as a support and raised an eyebrow at him.
"I like you, I want you so I damn well know that I have to have you." I was stumped. I sat there, with mouth agape and eyes wide to a size of a saucer. I don't know what to think, wether I should weep in joy or in frustration, to give him a hug or throw a punch at him, I don't know. But, like he said, I damn well know it isn't the fever who's stirring something in my stomach or the constant flipping in my chest making my nerves go haywire.
"Do you even know what you're saying?" I asked after a couple of moments. He rolled his eyes in response.
"Of course I do." He walked calmly towards me. I was about to open my mouth and respond when he spoke again, "Don't speak." He said as he approached me. I looked up at him in question. He rolled his eyes again, before speaking.
"You always ruin the moment with your mouth." I pouted, my shoulders slacking in which he smiled at as he ran his knuckles softly across my cheek before he placed it on the side of my neck. He leant forward, placing a small lingering kiss on my forehead before leaving a trail of kisses from my nose, cheek, jaw and left a final kiss of my neck before settling there. His hands snaked around my waist, pressing me up against him then took a deep breath.
"I've already figured that I've fallen for you, now, all I have to figure out is how to make you fall for me." He whispered, feeling his lips move at very word he spoke, which is filled with truth and determination.
The question is, do I want this? him?
Of course, I-fucking-do.
Ethan is a puzzle, a damn puzzle piece that doesn't and wouldn't fit anywhere with anyone, just because he preferred it that way. He preferred being on his own, for that he learned to be independent-personally wise-he learned not to depend on anyone with anything, he didn't need any help with anything, he learned. But he learned things his way, the way he is now. Something made him that way, reserved, dominant and intimidating. Wherever he went, he just gives out this aura of confidence and dominance that no one can resist.
He is rude and mean to those he doesn't like and doesn't know. But he was misunderstood, I know from experience. I judged him right away, based on the things he does but not on why he does them. I misunderstood the things he says but not the meaning behind it and last but not the least, I looked at him and see what everyone else saw, not how he wants to be looked at from a different perspective. He just needs someone to look at him without any judgement, to look at him with reassurance that they understand why he does the things he did.
He is a missing puzzle piece that I am willing to fit with.
"What makes you think I would want to fall for you?" I asked, breathily. The close proximity didn't do my heart any justice.
"I don't. I bet I'm the last guy you'd want to fall for but, you know how selfish I can be. So selfish, that the thought of another guy getting his hands on you makes me want to kill someone." For a couple of weeks, Ethan and I messed around. Sharing a few kisses, cuddling at unreasonable times and a hint of possessiveness-mostly from Ethan's side. But never in those times or in a million years would I ever thought that a day like this will exist, the day where Ethan confesses something, especially his feelings towards me and it created chaos inside my body.
I may be looking like a raccoon that has been dragged to hell and back, a raccoon who's gaping like a fish out of water, eyes wide like an owl and body as stiff as a giraffe.
For short, I look like an animal.
But that's beside the point.
"That's illegal." I whispered dumbly.
"You are illegal. Someone like you shouldn't be allowed. You're too addicting for your own good."
And that's how the sick hybrid of raccoon, fish, and giraffe ended up looking like a pig who is a shade darker in color.
