A lot can happen in a week. I can be an honor student in a week. I can decide to be a vegan. I can be a useful human being. I can stop swearing. I can be a prude and dress like a nun. I can be a dog lover and adopt a bunch of cats. I can cut my hair as short as Ethan's. I can build a doghouse. I can write a poem. I can even write a book. I can be a productive little shit and go jogging every morning. I can be a little more adventurous and look for my long time obsession, which is werewolves. I can be an economic little ninny and raise a potato farm and sell all my crops to McDonalds so they can make more fries. I can be thrifty and sell all my clothes and donate the money to charity. I can read a lot of conspiracy books and make my own conspiracy. I can start my YouTube channel and start twerking. I can be a little more patient and not scowl when there's an old grumpy human who is walking too slow in front of me. I can be a hippie and plant flowers in my room talking about some peace shit and wearing those big rounded hippie sunglasses --that I secretly like-- or I can be a plastic barbie doll and start painting myself pink. I can also be a child lover. I can even be pregnant in a span of a week.
But all those things that I've listed were less likely the things that will happen to me in a week.
But I can recruit my friends and start looking for a werewolf though.
Today is friday, which means I have until next Friday to do all the things I need to do.
"Ethan!" I called as I walk back and fort on the hallway looking for him.
"Ethan!" This time I dragged his name longer with a groan in the end, throwing my head back in exasperation.
"Yeah, babe?" He answered somewhere. I should be annoyed at him but here I am, standing stupidly in the middle of the hallway with my stomach rolling with bears.
Like, seriously stomach? aren't you used to Ethan's voice and nicknames yet?
I tensed in my spot when I felt a touch travel from my mid back and wrapping around my stomach.
"Yeah, babe?" Ethan whispered near my ear, his chin settling on top of my shoulders with his arms wounded around my stomach, sending shivers from my spine and across my whole body.
After a couple of moments of relishing in Ethan's warm embrace, I unwrapped his arms from my stomach and take a couple of steps back to put some distance between us and to help my fast beating poor heart, 'cause it can only take so much.
"Where have you been? I've been looking for you everywhere." I crossed my arms across my chest and playfully glared at him.
"Clearly you didn't look for me in my room."
Okay, maybe I didn't look everywhere but that's not the point.
"Why were you looking for me and why are you dressed like that?" Ethan glared at my outfit that took me hours to come up with, which is an oversized denim button up that reaches my mid thigh partnered with black puma sneakers, a small black backpack and some clear gold aviators that I found laying around the house, probably Gray's.
Okay maybe it didn't really take me an hour to pick out this outfit, but again, that's not the point.
"What? What's wrong with my outfit?" I asked, pouting.
Didn't he like it?
"You're all dolled up." He replied, with one arched eyebrow and arms across his bare chest, copying my stance.
True to his words, I did put more effort than usual to my appearance with my hair in a messy --trying hard-- bun and a little make up, mascara, eyeliner, and a nude lipstick.
