Forgetful {E.D} complete

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(two months later)

i stroll around the store with my cart, struggling to keep my eyes open

"how has your day been" the cash register lady said

"tiering" i say rubbing my eyes " have a great day" she says once i slip my debit card into back into my wallet

i walk out the store leaning onto my cart, i sigh while letting the breeze control my hair. i walk into the car emptying the cart, walking back into the store

the music hums into my ears while i drive back home.

i feel so empty

my phone vibrate in my jean pocket

"hEllo" i hear

"hello?" i reply

"its Grayson" he says

"i noticed" i reply

"why so mean"

"because i had a bad day grayson what do you want"

"you" he says

i start laughing uncontrolably

"So very funny, are you serious"

"No i wanted to ask you something"

"ask away" i tell him

"do you like ethan, be honest with me, he asked me to ask you"

"surprisingly yes"

"why surprisingly"

"because james told me he was a player" i answer in a duh voice

''the fuck im the player he is the most loyal guy ever"

"nice to know, ill see him tomorrow right"

"right bye"

"Bye"

"wait are you in a jeep"

"nop i drive a 2004 honda.. you dumb ass"

"and you just knocked down a trash can"

"YOLO BITCHES"

"and another one"

'byeeeeee"

"byeeee"

he hangs up while i throw my phone on the couch plunging in it

do i really like him
or do i not like him
i need guy help
my eyes close while i fall to sleep

+

i wake up to loud knocks on my front door

"HELLO" I hear yell over and over

"WHat the fuck Grayson it's like 6: am"

"just open the goddam door," he says

i open the door and i welcome him in, "whats so important at 6:am" "the fact that he likes you and you like him" "i cant think about this right now" "WHY is that?" "do you know who Jacob is. ya he ruined my fucking life"

"the last thing ethan would do is hurt you" he says with some type of faith "please. we are just friends" "i know you want to be more than that and he does too" he says smiling

"can we talk about this later," i say rubbing my eyes "there is something else I need to tell you," he says and I signal him to keep going "he is in acoma.." he trails off looking out my window

"wait..how" "I don't know" "just please think about "This" alright," he says quoting this is the air "Um alright ill come later" "okay" he gets up leaving the door open

''bye''

+
(Two weeks later bitches jk love ya)

It's 8:am and I'm on my bed because Ethan is a coma
I don't even think I can look at him without crying because of grief I feel

I feel empty

Not seeing him every day,it feels like ive known him forever .. but now im here sobbing over a guy, but he isnt every other guy he is special

i throw my backpack over my shoulder, making my way out the door and into my car. I him to the music and I park at the hospital

Room '126'

I walk in "hey Ethan" I say and I get no answer

"How are you doing" no answer
"I'm ok I feel empty" no answer
"When u wake up I'm going to be happy" no answer
"This is a Bad Time isn't it" no answer
"It's ok I'm guessing" no answer
"I think I'm in love with you" no answer
"But I don't know" no answer

I listen to his breathing pattern and I stay silent. Why would this happen to him I don't even know what happened, and I don't know if I want to know

i put a envelope in the drawer next to his bed and pick my bag back onto my shoulders

every day from today tell he wakes up i will write a letter on how i feel and the day he wakes up he can understand me on another level. maybe. he might even like me.he might even love me.