Torn (Ethan Dolan)

~Chapter 1~

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I walked down the street, purse slung across my shoulder, an iced vinti chai tea in my hand and my laptop sitting in between my arm. I had nowhere to be but home but it made me feel more confident if I looked like I had somewhere to be.

I moved from Colorado to LA to live on my own when I was only 17. That was a year ago, I'm 18 now. I always wanted to write, to make millions off of my writing. That has always been my ambition, my goal, my calling. It felt like the perfect time to do that was when my mom passed away. Unfortunately I don't really have anyone to pat me on the back and go get a bite to eat to celebrate my accomplishments. My dad has also passed. It's rough, but nothing unbearable. I'm thick skinned I like to think. I have one last person in my bloodstream that I've ever really cared for, I'm trying to figure out a good time and how to go back to Colorado to see her. That girl is my sister. It may sound petty but I partially moved to LA to get as far away from her as I could but now I miss her. She's going through a lot and I used to feel like she didn't care about me but I know she does.

My life is an utter mess and I'm always Torn between who I wanna be or who I need to be. Who I wanna hang out with or who I need to hangout with. I'm torn in every which way.

I stop at a crosswalk waiting for the light to signal me to go ahead. The sign shows the white walking man, signaling me to begin walking. I take one step into the street but hear two tires speeding ahead and sending one honk my way. Before even looking up I feel a large, strong hand grip my arm and pull me back from the street.

"Jesus!" I shout at the car racing ahead not even giving a second glance towards me. Though the person in the car is not looking in my general direction I flip him off.

During the incident I managed to spill my iced chai all over my blouse.

"Shit..." I mutter to myself, staring down at the tan stain that has now covered my once white blouse. Still fully unaware of the stranger that saved me, I hear him cough trying to receive my attention.

I look up to see two hazel eyes staring down at me. I recognize him but I don't know exactly how I do.

"Oh my God.... Uhhmm sorry..." I struggle to find words. " I forgot to tell you that you kind of saved my life... So uhhhm... Thanks..."

The mans head tilts back in laughter, "No problem."

"Ummh I kind of have to get going..." I say, trying to be released from the awkward conversation at hand. I hold up my thumb pointing backwards, even though where I originally was going was forward.

Oh my God. Julie. Really? You're such an idiot.Can you just not be awkward for one second. Stupid. Stupid. Stupi-

My thoughts are cut off by the man, "Uhm wait, can I maybe get your number?"

I almost drop my phone on the ground, because I'm a dumbass. I finally compose myself and manage to hand him my phone.

He punches his number in as I do the same to his.

After a few seconds the man mutters the cliche line, "See you around, oh and it's Ethan by the way."

"Julie." I send him off with a small wave an smile.

Oh, Ethan Dolan. That viner I used to watch. Wow, pretty crazy.

I began walking across the street with a little smile and a kind of skip in my walk. I probably look deranged, I literally have the biggest smile plastered across my face and my shirt is stained. You can probably see my bra through my shirt and let me tell you, it's not discreet. Lace and pink.

But it looks like I have not a worry in the world. As if my own life is against me, trying to show people what a mess I am just from the sight of me and my stained shirt.