Company || e.d

1. Babysitter?

Ashley's P.O.V
This couldn't be real right?
Oh believe me, it's real. My life sentence was given to me two days ago, and it has been the realist thing to ever happen to me. Since the diagnosis, I've been hooked up to a number of monitors and IVs nonstop. My first dosage of chemo was given to me too. It made me feel like complete hell. That was the worst thing though, compared to the chemo, the other tests were a breeze. I was sent home yesterday, and all I've done so far is sleep. I have only had the diagnosis for two days and I'm already over it. I haven't really thought about the possiblity of dying yet, but weirdly enough, I'm not afraid. I have hope, and I will not give up fighting, no matter how much fighting sucks.

I am sitting in bed right now expecting my alarm to sound, even though I know it won't because I can't go to school anymore. It used to go off at 7:00 and it is 6:30. I've been tossing and turning for the past couple of hours, because last night I passed out at 7:00. Ugh, not sleeping normally is going to make me go crazy. After tossing and turning for what felt like hours, I finally get bored and proceed to pull my sluggish body from my bed. I walk over to my vanity and peek at my reflection, cringing at the sight of myself. Groaning, I grab out some comfortable clothes (sweatpants and a crop top  that read new phone, who dis?), and I hop into my probably scalding-hot shower.

** Skip shower (45 minute time jump)**

I finish up and walk back into my room, feeling a lot less tired. It is a Thursday morning, and my mom (Clarisse) is downstairs making breakfast, while trying to get ready for work at the same time. I slowly make my way down the stairs, walking into the clean and bright kitchen. My mom is standing in front of the stove cooking what smells like eggs and bacon, while trying to write down what her boss is yelling in her ear. My mom works as the assistant at some  law firm that is somewhere in the middle of New Jersey (where we reside in), I don't really know where because I'm always too busy with school to come with her to work. I am seventeen, and this year I was given the option to graduate a year earlier because I exceeded the required amount of credits needed to graduate.

"Yes.....Yes.....Will do.....Okay, thank you. I will see you in about an hour. Goodbye sir." My mom speaks into the phone, scrawling down whatever her boss just said to her onto a notepad.

"Good morning Mom." I say as she stops writing and turns off the stove.

"Good morning Sweetie."

"You're leaving for work right?"

"Yes, in like two minutes to be exact. I am just about finished with everything that needs to be done here." She replies with a mouth full of eggs. My mother then grabs her plate, throws it into the dishwasher, and begins to leave the house. "Oh wait, that reminds me" my mother yells, poking her head around the wall before stepping out the door "My friend Lisa from work, is allowing her son to come over everyday from now on to keep you company while I am away. On the weekends or whenever he feels like it, he can use the guest room so he doesn't have to make the commute. Her son is a couple months older than you and has already graduated, so he is free. I keep forgetting what the poor kid's name is, but when Lisa brought him to work, he seemed nice enough. He will be here in about oh, say, five minutes. Bye! Love you Sweetheart!" She calls to me through the wall.

" But mom...." I start before hearing the door slam. Ugh, why didn't she tell me this sooner? Why does she think I need a babysitter? Sighing, I remove myself from the kitchen and climb the stairs to my room, attempting to go fix my hair. I have no idea what to expect from this boy who is now going to be basically living with me for three months, I hope he is nice at least.

I almost-violently pull a brush through my wavy light brown hair, taming it just enough to throw it into a messy bun. Looking at myself in the mirror, I figure that it would have to do; since the boy would be here any minute. Just as the thought runs through my head, I hear two knocks at the door, the first one a little unsure, and the second with more confidence. I groan slightly and half-jog down the stairs, throwing open the door when I reach it.

I don't know who I was expecting to see in front of me, but it definitely was nowhere near the appearance of the person who had just knocked on the door. The boy in front of me has dark brown hair that is look as if were trying to be stuck under the snapback that is placed on his head, but wouldn't quite cooperate. He has big hazel eyes that look like they could pull you in and you would get lost forever. He has a small beauty mark on his right cheek, which drags your eyes down to his perfectly sculpted jawline; that would probably cut someone if they were to run their fingers along it. Seeing as though his jawline is chiseled perfectly, I could already imagine what is body looks like underneath his maroon Vans hoodie.

The boy then coughs a little to get my attention and break my stare that I didn't realize I was holding. I look into his eyes and blush, noticing that he was watching me look at him. I quickly look down, instantly feeling embarrassed. I nervously, out of habit, bite my bottom lip. I never act so impolite with people. I sigh and look back at his face, to see him staring at me while biting his lip too. I blush once again, feeling my cheeks burn remembering that I am wearing a crop top and sweatpants.

The boy sees my blush and chuckles,"Hi, I'm Ethan......"

A/N: Ooooh Ashley finally met Ethan ;) Anyways, I finished the first chapter! I hope it was a good enough way to start off this book. I really hope you guys enjoyed it and are willing to stick around for updates. Love you guys!

Teaser: What is Ethan thinking?