everytime. every single time. i'm seeimg his pattern. everytime he replies is when there's rumours that his girlfriend and him are off, meaning he's out, drinking.
i mean, that's the only time he thinks of me. when the sun is down, in reality and in paradise.
my phone rings from under the pillow,
ethan dolan sent a video!
i open up snapchat and click on his profile. the club music was loud, what was i expecting? it was his favorite club, anyways. he pours a glass, clinks it with the camera and winks. the same time the line "i can't quit you" ends. and the video ends.
why does he keep fucking me around? similar thoughts go 'round my head as i return my phone to its rightful place, under my pillow.
i grab his forgotten hoodie in my closet and walking towards my balcony as i put it on.
his ysl cologne immediately fills my lungs as i walk outside. almost every single place in this part of la, we've been there. evidences are on my phone, but it was all places he wanted us to go.
if it were up to me, we could easily go to paris or italy. it was both our favorite countries, our love for each other can be shown without doubt if we were in those countries.
he did promise that the second he and nani ends it forever, he'll come back to me. but all of those will just be fantasies, for now.
a knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. must be ethan. it was 2:38 am, the usual time he comes over. i run towards the door and open it.
the black lace button down was what he's wearing, paired with checkered pants and his doc martens. he looks ugh. why does he come to my house when he looks like this? like a God.
"hey princess," he greets me, a kiss on the cheek followed. he grabs my hand as we walk in the living room. he connects his phone to the speaker and our playlist comes on.
bazzi's beautiful plays and he guides me to his waist. he starts to play, his thumbs running over and over on the sides of my waist. "ethan," i moaned out. i want more than small touches. i wanted him, all of him. i want his hands roaming my body, his hands grabbing my hair, his lips on every square of me.
"baby," he whispers in the same way i did to his name. i look at him and he was already looking at me. his brown eyes filled with lust as he looks back and forth to my eyes and my lips.
the very second our lips were about to touch, i turned away, causing him to kiss my cheek instead. he pulls back and stares at me, lust filled eyes now replaced with hurt.
"are you okay?" he asks. i look back to him. he's broken. i'm supposed to be a good friend and help him strengthen his relationship, but here i am, his rebound whenever him and his girl fought. all we were was friends. we're just friends.
"y/n, are you okay, princess?" he asks for god knows how many times now. "oh, yeah, i, uh, just thought of something." he tilted his head in a way a dog would, he's looks cute. he always do, sometimes he's hot AND cute though.
"ethan, i can't do this again.." i explain, he pouts in response. "God, i shouldn't even started doing this. but i can't quit you."
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shitty ending but hey
