To The Boy with Hazel Eyes; e.d

Confessions and Cellos

"...but the best part, was that she would shoot us back with the paintball guns! So it was just a lose-lose situation." Ethan finished his story, smiling at my laughter.

I couldn't stop breathing, my stomach hurt to the point where I couldn't see the road in front of me.

Ethan swung our hands together as we walked towards the restaurant that he was planning on taking me to. His hand was warm and the temperature outside was nice as we walked. I wasn't cold as I would be and I smile at the thought; I can feel my old self coming back.

The sun was setting and the sight was gorgeous.

"Overall, we were crazy kids. Poor Cameron had to deal with us, we were little devils in her world." He chuckled after he spoke, laughing at the innocent memory.

He was getting better as well. After our moment on the roof, he's been okay with talking about Grayson. He does choke up here and there but once I notice that he's uncomfortable, I quickly change the subject.

Doctor Oliver also told me that he hasn't been thinking about suicide from what his therapist is seeing. The exercises help him and his journal doesn't show any signs of sadness.

I'm proud of how he's healing.

"My oh my Ethan Dolan, you have some weird ideas up in that head of yours." I teased lightly shoving him with my shoulder.

He said nothing, instead he took in this moment with me. The walk to the restaurant wasn't a pain; it was only a few streets away from the hospital but these heels were killing my feet.

He stopped in front of a bistro and turned towards me, a big smile on his face.

"Here we are, ma chérie." He said in a French accent, bowing in front of me.

I giggled at his impression. "How are you so good at these accents?" I shook my head as I looped my arm around his.

"Master never tells his secrets." He said in a serious but jokingly voice as we walked inside of the beautiful brasserie.

Once inside of the restaurant, we were instantly greeted by a man at the stand.

"Good afternoon. Reservations?" He asked, his brown eyes looking at the both of us.

"Yes, underneath the surname Dolan." Ethan told the host, and then looking back at me once the host has confirmed. "See, I can do adult things." He says, trying to impress me with a proud smirk on his face as we walked to our table.

"Wow a 17 year old calling a restaurant, very impressed Mr.Dolan." I complimented with a hint of sarcasm in my voice.

Ethan pulls my chair, pointing his arm towards the seat so that I would sit. I give him a quick 'thank you' as he sits across from me.

"What can I say, Ms.Edwards; these things come naturally to me." He gushed, sarcasm dripping in his voice as the waiter gave us the menus.

"Good afternoon, my name is Jean-Pierre. Would you like any drinks to start with?" He asked us.

"I would like some water, thank you." I respond before looking at Ethan.

He looks at me with a shy smile before turning to the waiter, "Water as well please." He told him before the waiter left.

Once he was gone, I turn to Ethan. "What was that look?" I said, a smile creeping my face.

He blushed before stuttering. "I-I kinda wanted a-apple juice. But I feel like he'd think i'm not a proper gentleman." He confessed to me, looking at my eyes before looking at the menu.