I Think I'm Falling....An Ethan Dolan Fanfic

Part 9

Grayson should get his license taken away by now. Why you may ask? Well he's ran over four stop signs, five red lights and has almost hit the curb at least twice. I think you should get his license taken away but that's the kind of love you have for your brother when you know he's in the hospital. It hurts so much seen Grayson like this because one, he looked almost identical to Ethan into it hurt seen him look so.....bad. He clearly had dark circles under his eyes. His usual go blonde hair was messed up and it was obvious to tell her he didn't commit. I could also tell that he was tense very tense. His knuckles were going late as he clicked on the steering wheel so hard. Couldn't help but feel bad for Grayson. His best friend is in the hospital.

And of course is me. I was sitting in my seat, silent as could be. I was playing with my fingers, looking down at them. At one point I think I dug my nails into my skin so much it started to bleed. You're so tense and so nervous for the outcome. You're always so nervous to see what happens next. Usually don't anticipate these kind of things coming but yet it does. Display only known for maybe a week and he's already treated me better than any of the kids in my school. And I really cared so much for him been though I only knew him for a week. I don't know what it was about him but it's like we were meant to somehow be in each others lives. He defended me more times than anybody that I've ever known well besides Jen. I didn't want to let go yet. I wanted to see what our friendship had to offer. I didn't want to lose Ethan. I never did. I cared a lot for him which is weird for me because after the incident I had and cared for anybody like that. It's hard when I believe known for so long turns on you, and you can't help but wonder why they wouldn't support you. Why they wouldn't defend you.

It was clearly on only the first day of school where is the defended me from Jay and I don't think I've seen anybody like that. Anybody as selfless, anybody as caring, anybody that was nice like that. So of course I was upset. My hero on multiple occasions and probably my only friend here who is now hospitalized.

As I sat in Grayson's pick up truck, I prayed. I pray for good health of Ethan. I pray that he's going to be OK. I pray that he'll talk to me,  I pray he'll be standing right next to me, joking with me at my locker. I want him to be my partner in math class when we have to work on problems sets. I want to sit with him by the tree during lunch and talk about everything in the universe. I want him. Please God, answer me this one time. Please.

As I said these prayers, I think I started to cry. Greece and looked over at me and he took his hand off the wheel , using his thumb wipe the tears from under my eyes. It was smudged black. My eyeliner and mascara must've come off. "I'm sorry. I cried. And you thumb turned black," I say softly.

"It's ok Brooke. It's fine, you're allowed to cry," he said. "Everyone is allowed to cry."

"Why didn't you cry then?" I asked and then immediately regretted. "I'm sorry. I'm an insensitive bitch."

"You're not an insensitive bitch," he reassures me, "I just don't want to cry. If I do,  I know it won't stop. He's my best friend, at times my only friend. I need him so much. I can't loose him," he says sniffling, trying to hold back tears. He blinks then away and regains composure, breathing in and out. He calms himself down, "I'm sorry for putting that on you," he says.

"It's ok, it really is," I say patting his knee.

"Crying isn't a good look on you," he blurted suddenly as he looked back onto the road.

For me, the road was endless, and it was hopeful. I hoped that everything would be ok.

I needed everything to be ok.