"GRAYSON I AM GOING TO FUCKING MURDER YOU!!"
i woke up from the shouting. i walked into the kitchen and rubbed my eyes.
"he ate the pancakes" ethan groaned to himself. he saw me coming in. "did i wake you?"
"yeah, shithead" i said.
"well i'm sorry that my brother is a dickhead." he said rolling his eyes.
"you didn't have to shout."
"but he ate the pancakes. he should know damn well to stay away from my food. you hear that grayson!!"
"yeah now shut the hell up." grayson appeared.
"you vagina spider." ethan hissed.
"what" i bursted out laughing. "what the hell are we gonna eat though ?"
"lets go to ihop." ethan shrugged.
"can i-"
"no." ethan stated to grayson. "fat ass."
***
"i'll have some bacon with that as well." ethan smiled.
"thank you. i will be back." the waitress smiled back.
"so chloe. how is the baby?" ethan wondered.
"healthy. everything's fine."
"have you talked about it with diego?"
"thats all we've been talking about. i'm so fucking tired of talking about nothing but skittles."
"skittles? w-"
"forget it. but seriously though can we talk about something else..."
"yeah I'm sorry." he whispered. my phone began ringing and i saw diego's name appear. i made a face of disgust. i ignored it. "you gonna get that?" ethan questioned me. "no, its just a random number." i mumbled. "i'm not that retarded. maybe you should just answer him this once." he reasoned. "no. if he doesn't reply to me, he's getting the same treatment." i said while sipping water.
his name appeared on my phone again. i groaned and went to the bathroom with my phone. i answered after it rung 5 times.
"hello." i murmured.
"hey baby. i'm sorry about everything that happened yesterday. i shouldn't have sent you out of the house like that.. i saw your texts. can we talk about it?"
"no shit. you left me on read for the whole day."
"i'm so sorry lil ma. i fucking hate myself for leaving you out on the open like that. you were hurt and you needed me, i feel so horrible."
"you should." i hung up and put the phone in my back pocket.
***
"what are you doing?" ethan asked.
"playing fortnite, now shut up." i said.
"make me."
"make me make you."
"no thanks. also, what did diego tell you? are you going back home?"
"n- no." i stammered. "why are you sick of me?"
"i never said that."
"i was kidding."
"by the way, you died."
"WAIT WHAT? FUCK MY LIFE I SWEAR IM GONNA KILL THAT PIECE OF SHIT THE NEXT CHANCE I GET."
"you suck anyways. you had an assault rifle and all that guy had was an axe."
"you swallow."
"you choke and digest and shit it out"
"you spit."
"you- fuck you."
"ah i'd fuck me too."
"nobody else would."
"shut the hell up grant" i laughed.
"when did i say you can call me that?"
"when did i say i care?"
"you're a piece of shit."
"thanks, did you take a bite out of me? thats why your breath smells like that?"
he hit me with a pillow and i gasped and hit him back. we kept fighting until he got a hold of me for once. i was laying on the bed and he was on top of me. i was laughing loudly. he was laughing as well until it was only me laughing. then it got awkward when i was laughing quietly. he seemed lost when he was just looking at me. he started leaning in and thats when our lips connected. he started kissing me but it was very soft. his smooth lips stopped until i started kissing back. we both stopped but our faces were still together.
"i- i have to use the bathroom" i whispered.
"oh okay.." he got off of me as i made my way to the bathroom.
what just happened?
well that happened. also sorry that it took a couple of days to update.
