bestfriends | ethan

fourteen

a week later (sorry for all these time skips & thank you for 2k views!)

"What'd you get for problem nine?" I roll onto my stomach, staring at Ethan's paper, which lied on the blanket of his bed.

"It's 7.8" he says. I scrunch my face, obviously confused to how he got that. "How?" He sighs, sitting criss-crossed, before pointing to how he got that. "Carter, you literally just round it," he says in a duh tone.

"Oh my gosh, but I did," I say, pointing to the different answer on my paper. "That... is not even close to mine," he shakes his head laughing.

"Okay, well, I'm sorry I'm not smart like you are," I giggle. "You should be sorry," he snorts.

He lays onto his back, holding his arms behind his head. I get up to lay next to him, placing my hands onto my stomach.

"It's getting late. Maybe I should go," I say, getting up after a minute or so of silence.

Ethan grabs my arm, not letting me go, pulling me back down. "Stay," he whispers. Nodding my head, he pulls me closer to him, wrapping his arms around me.

The lamp sitting on his desk is the only light on in his room. The blinds are wide open, showing the million of stars that shine so brightly.

The bed we're laying on is still covered in Ms. Fredrick's homework assignment, that we have yet to finish.

Ethan's on his side, while I'm laying on my back. His arm is draped over my stomach, while mine lays numb over it. His eyes stay shut, while mine remain open.

I'm still amazed to this day at the fact that Ethan is my bestfriend. The hot, popular jock, is my bestfriend. It's easy to fall in love with a guy like him. I just don't know why I didn't sooner. I mean, he's everything a girl looks for in a guy. He's a guy that can change a girls heart from cold and broken, to full of love and happiness. He does everything he can to make someone happy. He is caring, loving, and is in tune with how others are feeling. He likes to help others, and sometimes gives more of himself then he should.

He doesn't talk about his problems to me, because when he does, he feels selfish. I wish he'd open up to me. I wanna know what he's feeling. If I could, I'd be more confident when it comes to ever telling him I love him.

I feel his arm move a little from under mine, making me tense up. Why am I tense? Am I suddenly nervous around him?

I slide my hand down his skin to play with his fingers. His hand lays by my side, and I look up to his face to see his eyes closed, but I know he isn't sleeping. I interlock our hands, but once I do so, Ethan opens his eyes to look at them, and suddenly I feel so 'small', if that makes sense.

"What're you doing?" He asks.

I quickly pull my hand away, bringing it to my side, and cough awkwardly, "Nothing, sorry. I didn't mean--"

"No, It's okay. I liked it," he nervously chuckles, interlocking our hands once again. A big smile is brought to face, just from this little gesture. Imagine kissing him. Oh, how happy I'd be.

"Ethan," I pause. Oh my god, do I have the guts? Am I gonna do it? Man up Carter, just do it! Tell him you love him! Do it! Do it!

I release a shaky breath, "I..."

He stares at me, waiting for me to say something, but I honestly don't know if I could muster the courage to tell him. Especially since I'm basically almost underneath him, our bodies so close to touching.