Toxic. (Ethan Dolan.)

Part 15 - Bipolar

"Kendall! They're here!" I hear my mom yell.

I let go of Ethan and I feel his gaze still onto me.

"Well, lets go." He says leading the way.

I laugh and I follow him down the stairs. Ethan and I sat at the table waiting for my Aunt and Uncle to get out of the car. There was a door knock and dad opened the it. Revealing my family. There was my aunt, who was my mothers sister and then my uncle, who obviously my aunt's husband. And then there was there son. Jacob. He was my age and was the closest thing that I have had to a friend. I get up embracing them all with a hug. While Ethan sat there awkwardly.

"This is Ethan." I say gesturing my hand to his direction.

Ethan stood him shaking there hands. We all sat at the table and ate.

"So are you Kendall's boyfriend?" Jacob asked.

I choked on my food and Ethan looked at me funny.

"We're just friends."

Friends. That word ran through my head. Friends. Friends. Friends. He said it. Maybe just to make it less awkward. Because who invites someone their tutor into there house to eat dinner and meet there family?

"Just friends? Are you sure?" Jacob asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yes Jacob. Just friends." I say giving him a playful glare.

He nods and laughs. "I'd feel sorry for you if you went out with this weirdo."

I throw my bread at him causing him to flinch. He chuckles and puts it onto the table. We spent all night laughing and telling old stories. Jacob kept trying to embarrass me all night with old stories. Ethan was laughing all night. My aunt, uncle and Jacob really liked Ethan. Ethan was quiet during dinner. And you can tell he was getting into the stories and was paying a load of attention. For some weird reason.

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After a few hours or so of chatting and laughter my family had soon left. The dishes were done and Ethan came up to my room.

"Your family are cool." He said taking a seat on my bed.

"Thank you." I chuckle.

Ethan stared at the ground.

"Are you okay?"

He was snapped out of his thoughts and he frowned. "Yeah, I'm fine."

I was getting ready for bed. It was 9:23pm and Ethan kind of just sat there staring into space the whole time.

"Do you have a way home? Or did you want to-"

"I'll tell Gray to pick me up." He says grabbing his phone out.

I get into bed and I close my eyes.

"Do you mind if I lay down for a bit?" Ethan questions.

"No. Go ahead." I answer moving over.

Ethan got into bed and he laid there staring at the ceiling.

"What's wrong?"

He snapped his head to me. "Nothing, go to sleep Seppo."

I roll my eyes. And Ethan sighs.

"You're lucky you have a family that does these things." He whispered. "My mom works a lot, a long with my dad. My sister is in college. So usually it's just Gray and I at home."

"That's harsh." I say. Absolutely speechless.

"You know maybe that's why I'm an asshole. Because I lack so much attention back home. So I have to get it somewhere."

"You don't need attention."

"You can say that." Ethan exclaimed. "You have parents that care and look after you well."

"I guess."

Ethan sighed. "I don't mean to be an idiot at school, but I just feel like I have to. To keep Grayson happy. He's the only person that gets me."

I was surprised with Ethan. How he was opening up to me. It was weird. He had feelings. He felt pain and sadness.

"I want to change. I don't want to be this person. I don't want to be remembered as that kid who fucked everybody around."

"It's better than not being remembered at all." I whisper.

Ethan turned on his side to face me. "Do you want to hang out tomorrow night?"

I stare at him. "Well, yeah. We're studying tomorrow."

"I mean... You should come out with me."

"Come out?"

"Fucking hell Seppo, I'm asking if you want to see a movie or something."

I laugh and I bring my attention back to the ceiling. No. I can't. If Ethan is seen with me it will start world war 3.

"Maybe you should go with Megan." I say, not meaning it as a insult at all.

"I was asking to hang out, not on a fucking date." Ethan got out of bed and grabbed his jean jacket.

I sit up and I watch him grab his things. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Whatever. It was fucking stupid coming here." He grabbed his phone from the bed and left stomping down the stairs.

I lay in bed and I hear a car zoom off down the street. He is so bipolar.