Just Friends

June 3rd

     Three more days until Ethan is released from hospital. I'm happy and terrified. It'll be nice to have my bestfriend back. Max spends his time in the library and Mark and I don't speak much. I want to prevent the news about Mark and me from reaching Ethan because I want to tell him myself. I'm not sure how he'll react. That's why I'm afraid to tell him. I don't mean he will freak out. I mean he may think our friendship will be affected and we'll soon see less and less of each other. Who knows what will happen. Honestly, spending much more time with Mark isn't something I intend on doing. He's a nice guy, but relationships are about finding that someone you want to spend the rest of your life with. I certainly can't see myself getting married or having kids with him. That is how you're supposed to feel about someone. Isn't it? I'm telling myself that's why I've not told Ethan yet. Mark and I went for a walk the day after Ethan told me the secret to his bottle trick. There's nothing I can say about it really. It was nice, but there's no spark between us. When I picture myself sat next to the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, I always see Ethan sitting right next to me. Maybe it's because he's been sitting there for the past twelve years.
     I'm furious with his Dad for not visiting him. After he wandered off to Italy to play poker, he turned off his phone so no one can contact him to prevent distractions. The hospital has tried calling him countless times, and so have I. What can kind of Father does that? I know he's been doing well and fetching good money home. Still, his son is in hospital and he doesn't even know. His son could have died and he wouldn't have known. Two weeks. Two weeks, not one call, not one text to check on his son, the last of his family. Ethan deserves so much better. It's not that I don't like Ethan's Dad, he's a great guy, or was.