To The Boy with Hazel Eyes; e.d

Late Night Games

You know when you're asleep but your senses are still on? Similarly to when your napping in the living room an you smell your parent's amazing cooking?

That was me right now.

I didn't open my eyes yet, but I smelt marijuana and pizza and just that scent alone made my senses wake up.

When I slowly open my eyes, I noticed that I was still laying on the floor but Ethan wasn't in my arms anymore.

As if he disappeared.

I panic for a second but quickly see him, sitting on the edge of the room with the window open, smoking a joint.

"Look who finally woke up." Ethan said, blowing out a puff of smoke out of the window as his jaw flexed.

Wow.

I get up from the floor and stretch my arms. "What time is it?" I asked, my arms stretched behind me as I sighed out a breath of relief. "God, my back is killing me."

Ethan looked at his watch. "One forty-eight am." He answered, taking another drag. "And also, you don't have any fat to cushion your bones from the hard wood floor."

I rolled my eyes. "Haven't heard that one before." I mumbled sarcastically to myself.

I slept for twelve hours? That's not like me.

He gave out a laugh, taking another hit before waiting a couple seconds and then blew it out.

"You smoke?" I asked, walking towards him, sitting on his bed.

The moonlight shined through his face gorgeously. Ethan was truly a work of art.

He let out a soft chuckle that sounds like music to my ears. "God no. I would never do anything of the sort. This is medical marijuana." He explained, opening a drawer filled with unlit joints. "I have bad anxiety so whenever I panic or get really upset, like from what you saw earlier, I take one to calm myself down."

He showed me the blunt in his hand. "I would let you take a drag but I'm scared that your lungs will give out."

I sarcastically hummed in response to tease, noticing the pizza next to him on the table.

"Pineapple?" I asked, with a face of disgust. So many calories.

Pizza has no health benefits. It's just carbs and fat.

"Hey, don't hate on the pizza pie. Have you even tried it?" He asked, mocking in offence, picking up a piece of pineapple and eating it.

I giggled, shaking my head. "Don't take offence, I look at all foods in disgust if you couldn't tell." I explained as I pointed at my body.

He frowned slightly, mumbling something to himself while grabbing a slice, biting into it.

I cringe at the amount of fat he's currently eating. So many carbs.

"Why the pizza though?" I asked, watching him eat.

I wonder what it was like to eat without your brain shaming you for it. He makes it look so easy.

"Munchies. After I smoke one of these, I have to have pizza." He explained, swallowing the bite he was chewing. "It's my favourite food." He moaned before biting into the pizza again, closing his eyes as he tasted every flavour on that small piece.

I watched him eat for a few minutes.

I know it may sound creepy but we were both comfortable with the situation. His jaw was extremely sharp, and watching it open and close made my heart beat for some reason.