Stuck In The Middle Of Romance (On Hold)

Chapter 31

"So, Sam and Zach have been fighting all week and you have no idea why?" He asks.
"No, she hasn't talked to me about anything."
"Hmm... I wonder what could be going on."
"I agree, but I think she should tell me on her own time. I'm not going to ask."
"So if someone's keeping a secret..." He paused and I look at him to see him staring off into space looking a tad nervous. "You don't think you should ask them about it?" He looked up at me and smiled a little.
"I guess it depends on the secret." I say looking back in my mirror.
"How so?"
"Well, I guess it might seem invasive. Like, with this, it has nothing to do with us so why would we try and be in the middle of it?" I say.
"What about your secret?" He asked shocking me. I glance at him but look away as soon as our eyes meet.
"Which one?" I joke putting my hair stuff away. I usually don't need to straighten my hair but I curled it yesterday and wanted to keep it straight.
He stood up and wrapped his arms around me. Then he kissed my cheek before resting his chin on my head. Our eyes met in the mirror and he gave me a look that said, 'you know which one.' I smile and shake my head a little.
"I don't know if I can tell you." I whisper.
"Why not?" He asked smiling even though I knew he was serious. I bite my lip and turn around, sliding my arms around his neck.
"No one knows what really happened that day because I'v never been able to say it. I still don't think I'd be able to." I say, still whispering. I lean my head against his and smile.
"Now I'm even more confused." He said looking confused while saying it.
"If I tell you, I know I'm going to cry, and that's the last thing I want to do."
"Baby-" I intrupt him, smirking.
"I like you calling me that..." I lean in and kiss him. I knew I was simply delaying this conversation but I also knew it was working when he kissed back.
He moves his hands from my waist and down my sides to my thighs. He lifts me up and sets me on the counter. He licks my bottom lip and I open my mouth for him. He searches my mouth for a minute before we pull away for air.
"Wrap your legs around me, baby." He whispers, moving one hand to my back to keep balanced. I do as told and he starts kissing me again. He picks me up off the counter and walks back into my room. He sits on the end of my bed, never breaking the kiss.
He pulled away and kissed my cheek.
He started running his nose along my neck. I frowned but this made him smirk.
"What?" He asked playing inocent.
"Your teasing." I say.
"I wouldn't dream of it, baby."
"Yes you would. Your doing it right now." He just smiles and starts to run his lips over my neck.
"So, explain again why your not telling me?" He mumbled against my neck.
"I haven't ever been able to tell anyone with out crying."
"So, your not even going to try?" He pulls away from my neck to look at me. I shrug.
"I'v cried about it so many times I don't want to anymore. It was years ago and it still makes me cry when I think about it."
"Why do you cry?" I look at him confused. I get off of his lap and sit beside him in the bed instead. He turns so he's facing me, cross legged and our knees are touching.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Well, do you cry because it's just that sad? Or because... I don't know, I guess I'm asking what makes you cry when you tell." He explains pausing in a few places.
"Oh- uh... maybe because when I tell the story, I relive it in my head."
"Hmm..." He thinks for a few seconds before his face lights up like Harley's does when she gets an idea. "Have you ever tried a distraction? Like something you can pay attention to while your telling the story?"
I was taken back by his sudden good ideas. "Uh- n-no, I haven't. I-I guess I just never thought of that."
"Well, do you think it would work?"
"It might..." I pause and smile. "Alright, you've convinced me enough. If you find some way to distract me, I'll tell you. Deal?"
"Deal. I already have the perfect way."
"Ok. I'm going to grab a drink real quick and then I'll tell you. You want anything?" I stand up and walk to the door.
"I'm good." He says smiling.
I walk downstairs and grab a can of coke. I stop in front of the freezer and get out some ice cream for us to eat. I grab a spoon and walk back upstairs. I freeze as soon as I walk into my room.
Ethan was laying on my bed, on his phone... shirtless.
"Uh... babe?" I ask. He looks up and smiles.
"I figured... if you wake up to see me, it must be distracting. Right?" He eyes the ice cream in my hand and I walk over and hand it to him.
"I guess..." I whisper watching him open the container like a child. I open my coke and drink some.
"Alright, so, what happened?" He asks sitting criss-cross and holding the ice cream in front of him like this was a gossip session.
I take the spoon from him and eat some ice cream. He looked sad to see someone else eating it, but it fixed when I handed it back to him.
"Well, it was a few years ago..."
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A/N
What's going on with Hope?

Sorry but you have to read the next chapter to find out.
I'll try and publish it soon.
Sorry for the cliff hanger...