Love You ; Ethan Dolan [#1]

1.- Mugged

When I turned 18, my mother thought it was time for me to go on an 'adventure'. What she thought was an adventure, I thought was hell. That was our problem, my mother always forced me to do things I didn't want to do, mostly socialize. But when I do or when I try, I mess things up so badly and I end up locking myself in my room.

She didn't kick me out of the house or anything, that would've been an even more interesting 'adventure'. No, she thought that I needed to find out how to talk to strangers and continue living life without much help. I was '18 and needed to learn how to become an adult, this is for your own good. You'll thank me later'.

Those were her exact words.

Here's the thing. I was a mess. I was shy, antisocial, I hated human contact. I always played in my mind the conversation I was gonna have with the barista at Starbucks or in any place. I had problems socializing, I was too nervous the whole time. She knew I couldn't spend my whole life being this way.

So, she sent me to L.A for a month.

I had my own small apartment paid for, my own money for whatever I wanted... But what made the situation hell was that I was alone, I had to do everything alone. And I never had been left by myself for more than 24 hours. So, when I waved goodbye to my mother when she dropped me off at the airport, I felt my heart pound.

How was I going to do this? I kept asking myself. I couldn't talk to people without taking 5 minutes to prepare myself mentally, I was always so scared of saying something wrong. I wasn't sure if I could do it, I was a mess.

I needed my mother next to me, I always needed her. She was always so open and nice, never afraid of anything. Why didn't I turn out like her? Why couldn't I just have a normal conversation with someone I liked? I liked a few people, but I always just stared at them from the distance, fantasizing being their friend. Being cool.

The good thing was that for the first few hours, things went nice and smooth because there was no talking or eye contact. I waited patiently, and the plane ride wasn't bad or had turbulence. I thought that I'd manage things correctly.

The seats were nice, the plane ride short. But there was only one thing that was bugging me and making me anxious.

I was sat down next to this boy, a bit older than me. I was nervous, of course, for many reasons. Contact with guys was even worse for me than girls, and the fact that this guy was actually cute, made the situation even worse.

He had short brunette hair, with a small touch of purple (my favorite color). He was also wearing a purple jacket.

Don't freak out... Don't freak out. He's not gonna talk to you.

I took out my phone to relax myself. It was a big iPhone, and I had downloaded games beforehand so I wouldn't get bored. So, I played angry birds. It worked for a while, until I felt a nudge.

I looked to my left. The boy was touching my arm. What did he want? Why was he touching me. I started breathing in and out, trying to relax but it made things worse.

"You might wanna put that away." He said, referring to my phone. "They don't let people use them when the plane takes off."

I had a knot in my throat, I couldn't find words. So I nodded. "Right..." I managed to say.

"When you get to LA, don't take that out right away." He said.

"W-What?" I stuttered.

"In the airport, when you get out, you might get robbed. It's not the first that it has happened."

"O-Ok." was the only thing I said.

We didn't talk much after that, more like nothing. Even though I wanted to, even though my body was begging to but my mind denying it. He was extremely cute in my opinion, and he was listening to the same type of music that I liked.

You like The Weeknd? I wanted to blurt out, but I didn't. My chest was being filled up with pressure despite no one pressing on it. I felt like suffocating.

The plane eventually landed in Los Ángeles and I found out my mother had rented a taxi that took me directly to my apartment. I rehearsed my lines in my head.

I saw the cute guy a few times, once entering the bathroom and another time while he was buying a sandwich at a store. I noticed that his hair changed, he no longer had that streak of purple.

I walked out of the airport, it was already dark out. I felt a vibration in my leg. Someone was texting me, presumably my mother. I did what any other person would do, I took out my cellphone.

The guy's word repeated themselves in my head, dancing around. I shrugged them off, nothing bad would happen I thought.

Wrong.

My mother texted me to ask me if I had landed. I responded with a simple 'yes' but I was gonna tell her that I was anxious too. But things didn't work out that way, as soon as I started typing again I felt a huge force against my body.

I didn't see/feel anything at first, I was too busy figuring out what happened. Everything was spinning. It wasn't until I saw that my hands were covered in some substance and that I was unable to breathe without a sharp pain was when I realized what happened...

I had been stabbed.

My phone was missing, I was searching for it and I couldn't find it. I couldn't call 911. The whole parking lot was empty.

"Oh my god! Gray!" I heard a male voice.

Things were blurry, I was looking at the dark sky and stars while I felt someone shaking me. I let out a groan, tears were running down my face. I knew that it was it, I was gonna die this way.

The last thing I saw was the face of the guy sitting down next to me, I must've been hallucinating, because I saw two of them.

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