the day had started out pretty badly, but it was 11:00 pm now, and i was ecstatic.
ethan and i were cuddling and watching cameron dallas's netflix show, just because ethan had a tiny cameo in it.
i looked at him, and bit my lip to keep myself from laughing. "wanna know something gross?"
ethan nipped at my jaw, and ran his fingers through my hair. "of course i do."
i groaned, and pointed at the tv. "i used to have the biggest crush on taylor caniff–"
before i could even finish my sentence, ethan had turned off the tv.
i turned to face him, and planted a bunch of kisses on his stubbly face. "i'm not gonna lie, that was fucking hilarious."
ethan rolled his eyes, and put me on his lap. "well, look at who you ended up with. definitely not taylor canopener, that's for damn sure."
i couldn't stop laughing. "ethan, you're so cute when you're jealous."
he kissed my nose, and put his hand on my stomach. "thanks, baby. i'm not jealous though, because you're all mine. not to mention that you're pregnant with my baby."
he was silent for a few seconds. "taylor can't relate. he will never be able to relate."
i shook my head, and gave ethan a kiss. "i think i'm rubbing off on you, seriously. that's something that i would say."
i brushed some of his floppy hair out of his eyes, and kissed his forehead. "now, turn the tv back on. i still wanna see you in the episode."
ethan waved the remote around. "say pl–"
before ethan could finish his sentence, grayson barged in.
i climbed off of ethan's lap, and sat awkwardly.
"you have got to be FUCKING kidding me," ethan groaned. "i literally told you that mase and i were gonna be in here. what's your problem?"
i stayed quiet. i didn't wanna intervene, because i wanted to see how this drama was going to unfold.
"my problem is that i'm lonely, and i want d to hang out with my friends. is that a crime, or something?"
the doorbell rang, and the boys were ignoring it.
"um, hi. i don't mean to interrupt, but somebody's at the door."
grayson sighed, and dusted off his shirt. "i guess i'll get it."
he left for a few seconds, and then he came back. "by the way, mase, do you need anything?"
ethan's eyes narrowed. "she's fine," he spat. "i'm her boyfriend, so i'll take care of her."
grayson turned around, and made his way down the stairs.
i coughed, and glanced at ethan. "is everything okay between you guys?"
he wrapped his arm around me, and kissed the top of my head. "yes, everything is okay. you're such a sweet girl, i love you."
i rested my head on his chest. "i'm not sure if i believe that everything is okay, but i'm not gonna push you. i love you more, pancake."
everything was fine, until we heard yelling downstairs.
ethan looked mildly annoyed. "what the fuck is going on down there?"
we decided to go scope things out, when we heard something hit the tiled floor.
ethan took a deep breath, and took my hand. "grayson, what are you–"
i held my breath. "is that tammi?"
**
the next thing i knew, tammi was showing me those old pictures of holden and i.
my eyes widened. "what? tammi, how did you get those?"
before she could answer me, ethan snatched the pictures out of tammi's hands.
"these mean absolutely nothing, tammi." without even thinking, ethan tore the pictures up and handed them back to her. "i don't know what you're trying to say, but you need to leave masen alone."
grayson folded his arms. "she was telling me that masen was trying to... steal holden from her? trust me, i know that's a lie. why the hell would a girl like masen want holden?"
a girl like me??
ethan pulled me in, and rubbed my back. "a girl like her?"
grayson coughed, and messed with his hair. "you know, the opposite of tammy."
i accidentally snorted.
tammi cut her eyes at me. "it's your fault that he's dead, you know that, right? he left a fucking note next to his bed, it was a love letter directed towards you."
huh?
ethan tensed up. "don't ever say something like that again, tammi. i know that you're grieving, but you don't have to take your anger out of my girlfriend. you know it wasn't masen's fault. it's sad, because i was willing to listen to what you had to say. now, i don't give a fuck. get the fuck out of my house, and stay away from my girlfriend and my brother."
i tuned everything out after that, i just couldn't focus anymore.
was there really a note?
could this really have been my fault?
i had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.
maybe it really was my fault.
**
a/n: tammi is actually satan's spawn
