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WOW IM SUCH A PIECE OF SHIT I MISSED TWO WEEKS OF CHAPTERS! IM SO COOL! IM SORRY AND I ACTUALLY REALLY LIKE THIS CHAPTER! ALSO TYSM FOR 1K READS LIKE WTFFFFFFF LIKE HOW DOES THIS PIECE OF SHIT THAT FORGETS TO UPLOAD GET THAT MANY READS WTF ANYWAYS ENJOY THIS LOVELY CHAPTER!!!!
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Ethan's POV
It's been weeks. We've been doing so well. It's like it's too good to be true. It feels like a fairytale. It feels like a fan fiction. (hehe....) It feels like I've fallen in lov-no. I can't be. Not so soon. I started thinking, then overthinking, then crying. What was happening to me? What am I doing? I stood up wiping the tears off my face and grabbed my keys. I was going to Mark's.
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I parked my car and looked out at Mark's house. My heart was beating so fast that it could pop out of my chest. I took a few deep breaths and walked to the front door. I rang the doorbell and instantly I heard Chica. I heard heavy footsteps and Mark's voice telling her to calm down. I smiled to myself. The door opened and it showed a really surprised Mark. "Hey Ethan uh... what are you doing here?" I looked down and back up at him, "I need to talk to you about something."

"Yeah...totally...come in." He moved out of the way and let me in. Chica was waiting eagerly beside him, I smiled and pet her. I took my shoes off and followed Mark to the living room. "So, what'd ya' want to talk about?" He asked raising an eyebrow. "Ummm..." my heart started pounding again, "Belle..." He had a smirk on his face. "What about her?"

"I uh... I think I'm... I think I'm fall... falling in lov... love with h... her..." I stuttered on my words, my face turning bright red. "Well... what do you feel when you think about her or be with her?" He was smiling like a little kid.

"Well... when I think about her... I feel... I feel like I just want to hold her in my arms. I feel as if I want to run to her, even if she's around the world, and hold her. I feel so fucking happy that I can't help but smile. I feel like I've been blessed with an amazing gift and I don't want to damage it. I feel like I can do anything. I feel like she's the light of my life. And when I'm with her? I want to hug her, hold her, kiss her... I want to tell her how beautiful she is every second because no matter how many times I say it, it won't match up to how beautiful she is. I want to be with her, protect her, be there for her. I'd practically run around the world twice if it meant being with her... When I'm with her, I get billions and billions of knots in my stomach. I get so nervous because I don't want to hurt something so beautiful that my hands sweat, my heart pounds, but she's always there to calm me down. No matter how mad, sad, frustrated... she'll calm me down... She's done so much for me... and I can't thank her enough for it..." I look up from my lap and see Mark was recording me. My jaw dropped.

"And.... send to Belle!!" My heart stopped. I leaped towards him on the couch. "NO! DON'T SEND IT! PLEA-" He pushed me off. "Too late..." he smirked. I sat down in my spot and held my head in my hands. I felt Mark rubbing my back. "Hey...um... if it feels better, she replie-" I shot my head up. I swiped Mark's phone and looked at her message.

Belle
Tell him to meet me at home
And bring chocolate🤗

I smiled as I got up. I handed his phone back. "Go get em' tiger!!" He exclaimed. "Thanks, Dad!" I said jokingly and ran out the door. I drove home with one of the biggest smiles ever.

I love you so fucking much Belle... and I have your chocolate...