The house is as close to silent as it can get. The window is open and the curtains are lightly blowing in the cold wind. Getting up off the couch and setting my drink on a table I close the window so the rain doesn't come in.
Whereareyou?
Waiting up for the forth time this week I'm about to give up and go to bed. Its already 12 A.M and I've got a meeting the next day. Shaking my head I put my glass in the sink and pull the curtains shut.
Reaching the stairs I can hear a the door unlock and heels clicking on the tile floor. I can hear the keys hit the glass side table and a loud sigh from you. I can hear the couch springs bounce as you throw yourself down, and I can hear you starting to cry. I start to turn around as I hear the dial tone on our landline. I can hear your sister pick up on the third ring.
"what do you want? you realize the time right?"
" yeah." I sit on the bottom stair, seeing as you haven't noticed me yet. But you have your sister on speaker phone so I can hear both sides of your conversation.
"what's wrong? are you crying?"
"no, your crazy Sophia."
"sis, what's up?"
"I just got home, Ethan's already in bed. what's he gonna say in the morning?"
"hes probably still up, you know doctor."
"I was trying not to be this late again!"
"calm down! what'd you call me for?"
"I don't know, bye." You hang up in a rage and I can't hear you sobbing in the other room, and as much as I wanted to stay on the bottom step, as much as I wanted to say angry, I guess hearing you cry just brought back everything good. Mostly the desire to hear you laugh, and hold you until you stop crying and realize, I'm never truly mad at you, I'm mad at the time, mad at how fast the day goes, mad at myself for not being able to make you stop crying, mad because everyday you're working, or with someone else, to me, is a day I could have spent making you happy.
So getting off the bottom step I head for the lounge, as quiet as I can be, to find you crying into a pillow, laying on your stomach. It breaks my heart. I walked around the couch and sat by your feet, you jumped.
"E-Ethan" You started talking but I just shook my head and grabbed your hand. I stood up, still holding your hand, and you stood with me. Reaching to the table I grabbed the stereo remote, and powered it up. You gave me a questioning look and I shook my head again. Now noticing how wet you were from the rain. Finding it an acceptable reason, I turned 'I made it through the rain' on, and pulled you close. That's when I had finally let your hand go.
You lent into me, and I held you there, both of us swaying to the music. You pulled back to look at me and you had new tears in your eyes. I smiled, trying to talk without words but you didn't seem to understand.
"I made it through the rain, I kept my point of view" I started singing, which made you smile. We stared dancing more as 'time after time' came on. After a while we were back to swaying and I could feel you holding the back of my shirt. Your white and red hair was slowly falling out of its pony tail so I slipped the band out and watched it fall. You didn't notice. Your hands slowly unballed and you were starting to fall asleep. I snickered and gently picked you up bridal style.
You rested your head against my chest and 'right here waiting for you' came on and I started singing. A minute into the song you had lightly begun snoring. I carried you upstairs and put you in bed. Then walked back down to turn the music off. The phone rang and scared me half out of my skin.
"Hello?" I answered in disbelief someone was calling at this late hour.
"Ethan? Where's My sister?" Sophia demanded over the other end.
"upstairs sleeping. why?"
"nothing. were you already asleep? what's with the music?"
"no, and nothing. I'm going to bed now though. goodnight Sophia"
"night Ethan" I hung up as you appeared at the top of the stairs.
" who was that?" you asked yawning. Laughing I replied with the normal 'no one, why are you awake?' thing and you just shook your head and disappeared into the dark hallway as 'she's always a woman to me' started playing. I turned the volume up and put it on repeat.
Upstairs, the closet light was on, and the bed was empty. I slipped my shirt and pants off, changing into pajama bottoms, and residing against a shirt, and jumped onto the bed. You came out of the closet moments later in shorts and a T-shirt that you had yelled at me once before for jokingly stating that 'its the perfect outfit for Christmas dinner.' because you said that they were meant only for sleeping. A smurfs T-shirt and plad shorts. I thought it was adorable.
You turned the light off and layed down next to me, which I was not content with, so I pulled you over closer to me and put my arm under your head.
"not close enough" you mumbled and rolled over on top of me. I knew you were asleep, I still didn't move you off of me. I was happy this way. I feel asleep soon afterwards, dreaming of your beautiful smile.
