Molly's POV
Before I know it i'm back at my house, frantically cleaning the mess in the kitchen that my mom forgot to clean up.
I stuff all the dishes in the dishwasher and clean off the kitchen counters.
I go into the living room and throw away all the empty bowls and plates from eaten food.
I tidy up the coaches pillows, making it look like everything was perfect.
I rush up to my room and grabbing the teddy bear from my rocking chair and throwing it in the closet.
I hear the same words:
"Molly, it's me daddy! I miss you so much baby and can't wait until I come back home! Love you baby girl."
I sigh and shake my head, jamming my closet doors shut, making my dads voice muffled.
"Dad, I love you too, but now's not the time." I say to myself, making me seem crazy.
Although my dads gone, i like to think he's up in heaven, resting on the soft clouds, looking down on me.
People may think that's the dumbest thing ever, but I still like to believe.
I clean up my room by folding away clothes that lay on the ground. I also make my bed.
As i'm still tidying up i hear the door bell ring. It must be Ethan. I mentally pray that my mom won't get back until at least 6.
I go down stairs and open the door. Ethan greets me by flashing me his signature adorable grin.
"Hey, come in." I gesture to the living room, opening the door wider, welcoming him inside.
"You got a nice place." He says walking around the living room couch.
"Here, wanna go upstairs to my room?" I suggest and he nods.
He follows me up the stairs and we go too my room. I'm slightly embarrassed at the light pink color on the walls.
"So, is pink your favorite color?" He asks smiling at my room.
"Yeah, when I was 5." I reply scanning the walls.
He slings his back pack on the ground and sits on the end of my bed, I continue to stand awkwardly.
"Do you want to just work on the ground? I don't really have any place else."
"Yeah that's fine." he replys.
I sit on the ground and pull out of my backpack my science binder and text book.
I go into my notebook and make notes to remember for the project, Ethan studies me contently making my cheeks heat up.
"I don't know what Nate's taking about, I like that sweatshirt."
His words make me gulp. I know he doesn't know that it's my dead fathers but I didn't want to explain that to him.
"Thank you. It's really comfy." I say playfully, hiding the hint of sadness in my voice.
"I honestly don't understand what he has against you? Did you guys ever talk before?"
"Nope. I guess guys are just jerks." I roll my eyes.
"Hey!" Ethan says pretending to act hurt by placing his hand over his heart.
"Except you! You're really sweet and nice." I say convincingly, grinning.
"Thanks, and you are the most beautifulest girl i've ever seen and meant."
My stomach does black flips once he says this.
"Shut up." I smile.
The only guy that's ever said to me that I was beautiful was my dad, which makes me realize how special Ethan was.
I'm slowly falling for him.
