I quickly wake up because I feel someone's eyes on me. I sit up to Ethan standing at my bedroom door. Grayson is still sleeping and Ethan and I are just starring at each other, emotionless. I look down to see that he's holding a grocery bag with medicine and soup inside. Once again I can feel the tears forming in my eyes. He lets out a small sigh, runs his hands through his messy hair and walks away shaking his head.
I remove Grayson's arm from holding onto me and run after him. "Ethan wait! Ethan please wait!" I'm whisper shouting, while trying to catch up to him. He quickly turns around and I can see the hurt in his expression. "So you aren't even sick?" He asked but I know he didn't mean it as a question. I watch his eyes look me up and down, noticing I'm in Grayson's t-shirt with nothing underneath. He exhales and rolls his eyes. I know it looks bad, but nothing actually happened. I don't think it really matters though. "E I know what it looks lik-" I say fighting my tears, but he cuts me off. "Save it Morgan, what happened last night was a mistake. You obviously want to be with him so why are you out here talking to me?" It's like he's looking into my soul. He's waiting for my response, but I honestly can't answer the question. "Because you're my best friend" my voice cracks and a tear rolls down my face. He says nothing. I'm trying to read him but I can't. He walks toward me and places his hand on my cheek, wiping my tear with his thumb. He pushes his forehead to mine and we just stay like that. He finally speaks and it broke my heart. "That's not good enough for me" he's walking away and I say nothing.
