Friends with the Dolan Twins

Cry

Cristina's P.O.V.

The ride home was quiet. Lexie drove always looking at the road, Katie looked out the window.

I felt crushed. I was scrolling through Twitter. Of course no one knew I was the mysterious girl kissing Cameron Dallas. But the picture was everywhere.

In fact the hashtag 'WhoKissedCameron' was now trending number one. I checked his profile, he hadn't posted anything yet, but I was sure he knew about it... he had to.

A few minutes later I was outside of my house.
I looked back at the car and smiled at my friends. They smiled back and waved.
"Call us if you need anything." They'd both said before I'd gotten out of the car.

I walked in only to find Ethan pacing in the entrance. His head snapped to me. I looked at him and wanted to cry. But I wasn't about to breakdown in front of some guy I'd just met a few days ago. Plus what did he know?

"Ethan." I breathed.
"Cristina. H-hey. How are-" He was about to ask, but I cut him off.
"Honestly? Terrible... Fucking terrible." I said putting my bag down next to a little table near the entrance.

"So you've seen it?" He asked me.
He knew about it. This was so embarrassing. I closed my eyes and sighed. "Yes." I said.
"How do you feel?" He asked.
I opened my eyes. "How do I feel? That, is an excellent question Ethan." I walked to the living room. "How do I feel? People calling me a slut, a whore, but hey, I feel fine."

I couldn't help it. Sarcasm was sort of my way at attempting to hide my sadness or anger.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He said putting his hands in his pockets. He wore a white V neck, black joggers and Vans.
"Are you alone?" I asked him.
"Your mom went to buy tortillas." He replied shrugging.

"I just want to be alone." I said.
"Grayson was on his way here." He replied. "Talked to him a few minutes ago."
"I'm happy you guys wanna help but, I really wanna be alone." I said.
He looked thoughtful for a few seconds. "No. I know what you need." He said going to the kitchen.

He opened the door to the pantry and rummaged through it. A few minutes later he had a bag of Sour Cream chips, two bottles of water and a package of Oreo cookies. He opened the fridge and took out a bucket of cookies and cream ice cream.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.
He took his phone out and dialed a number, while opening the refrigerator.
"Hi, can I get a large pineapple pizza?" He waited a few seconds. "Yeah." He said to the phone. He gave out my address. I raised my eyebrow, it looked like he'd gotten friendly with the street and everything.

"Thanks!" He said and hung up.
"Eth-" But he cut me off dialing another number.
"Bailey." He said.
"ETHAN!" I heard the other voice scream. I had no idea who he was calling. Maybe some girl... friend?
"Meet us at the beach in 20." He said to the other person.
Great more people, I thought.
"What? Why?" He asked his face turning into a frown. "Okay. I'll see ya later. Peace." He said hanging up. "Looks like it's just us two." He said smiling.

About 45 minutes later we were making our way to the beach. It was 10:30 A.M. and the beach wasn't really crowded.
Ethan had a backpack with all the things he'd gotten from my house and I was carrying the pizza.

We sat down about 30 feet away from the water. The waves were so calming, and the chilly wind of January almost February was blowing a little. Ethan sat with his knees up, his arms over them while I sat with my legs crossed.

"Whenever Gray and I feel down, or homesick, we come to the beach." He says, not taking his Ray Bans off. The wind blew his hair a little. "Our parents used to take us all the time back in our hometown."
I smiled. "I missed this place." It brought memories.

"Cristina, whatever those people are saying online, whatever they think, don't let them get to you." He said like he knew what he was talking about.
"I don't think you understand what I'm going through." I said looking at him.
He bit his lip and looked the other way. "Actually, I do." He said. "Bullying... it played a role in our lives."

I frowned. "I'm sorry." I said. "It's just...I wasn't the one who kissed him!" I knew I sounded like a little girl whining. But it was the truth, nowhere in my agenda did it say I would be kissing him. "You know? He hasn't said anything about it." I said. I felt overwhelmed. So many things in my mind. Did Cameron even care? That's when I felt the tears in my eyes. Did he even care?

And they escaped my eyes. I sniffed and turned the other way.
"Hey." Ethan said putting a hand on my knee.
I turned, I knew I was crying. I knew he would see me, whatever. Crying was good. Right?
He scooted closer to me and hugged me.
I sat there motionless, with some boy I'd met a few days ago. And I felt fine right there.

I sighed. "Thank you." I whispered.
His reply... He kept me there in his arms as I cried silently.