Madhouse | Ethan Dolan

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Octavia's POV

I trudge into the room, dragging my feet behind me as I move to the closest corner.

"It's gotta be spotless." I yawn, suddenly feeling myself get tired.

"Or?" Ethan asks behind me, looking around the room.

I chuckle weakly. "I think we both know the answer to that." I respond, starting to make the bed.

"You look tired." Ethan says sceptically, picking up garbage with his index finger and thumb before dropping it into a large black bag.

"I'm okay. I slept for a while anyways. I'm fine. Plus, it'll keep me occupied."

Ethan doesn't answer, about continues to pick up trash.

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This time, I'm definitely tired.

"I'm done with the bathroom!" I breath, squishing my nose as I drop a wet hairball from the sink into the garbage bag.

"Fuck!" Ethan exclaims to himself, slamming the black bag on the floor. "What time is it?" He asked, looking up at me.

I turn my head to his dressing table. "3:03am." I mumble blinking slowly.

"You wanna go to bed?" Ethan asks.

I shake my head tiredly, picking up more scraps as I reach for a mop. "We're not done, silly." I yawn.

"Wow, you are tired."

"I'm not." I recover, pushing the mop forward and then back again.

He chuckles. "The second you stop talking in that annoying voice, I know you're tired."

I narrow my eyes at him, suddenly feeling conscious about my voice.

Ethan snorts, heaving a bag to his back. "I'm joking. I mean you're pretty annoying, but your voice is nice."

I roll my eyes, cringing at the grime and dirt on the mop as it washes off into the water.

"Anyways.... You never really told me much about yourself." He says, interrupting the silence.

"Yeah well.... There's not much to tell, I guess." I respond, stopping to look at him.

"So what was your family like?" He asks.

I turn my head upwards looking up into the ceiling, thinking to myself. I haven't even seen them in such a long time. I mean, yeah I think about them but.... Gosh it's been forever.

"I have a sister...." I start. "She should be 4 by now...." I giggle to myself. "Gosh, she must've grown so much...."

Ethan smiles a little. "What's she look like?"

I take a seat in an arm chair that I've already cleaned. "She has soft black hair. It gets all big and poofy when it gets humid.... Adorable. She's got brown eyes but... I don't know, it's just so hard to look away... Her names Madelyn. You?"

"Well, I've got a brother and a sister..." Ethan says, running his hand through his hair. "My brothers actually my twin."

My eyes slightly widen. "Another Ethan?" I giggle, scratching my arm.

"Yeah.... He's Grayson, though. I've got a sister too... Her names Cameron..." Ethan continues, smiling to himself before his face goes dark. "I really miss them."

"They'll come for you." I softly tell him, avoiding eye contact.

"Then why haven't they found me yet?" Ethan gravely asks, quoting what I said a couple days back.

I gulp, blinking a couple times before getting up to him. "We're almost done...."

Ethan looks at me confused. "So?"

"You wanna bake with me?"

"It's like 3 I'm the morning."

"I know."

"Okay."

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"What do we need?" Ethan asks, shoving his hands into his pocket.

"That." I plainly reply, with a smile on my face as I point to a cupboard with all of my baking ingredients. I open it, pulling everything out. "Today..... We shall make chocolate chip cookies!"

Ethan groans playfully, unrolling the bag of flour in front of me. "So boring."

I stand on my toes to get past his shoulder. "Yet such a classic!" I whisper in his ear before getting back down.

"Okay!" I giggle, clapping my hands before I feel something wet on my head. "Wh-"

Ethan stands beside me, a cracked egg shell in his hand as he grins childishly, snickering.

"You!" I screech, reaching into the bag of flour. I throw the powder at his face.

He stands there starstruck, coughing. I hear him cuss as he makes raspberry sounds, wiping it from his lips. "We have more eggs!" He growls.

I take the whipped cream and push come into his nose, laughing maniacally.

As I reach for chocolate chips, Ethan lifts me up from my waist. "No no no!" He laughs, pulling me away from the table.

A squeal escapes my lips as try and grab a hold of anything. "Ethan!" I giggle, trying to get him to loosen his grip.

I puts me down, looking into my eyes. "What?" He asks, throwing me a boyish grin.

At that point, I've completely forgotten what to say.

Ethan starts to lean in, closing his eyes ever so slightly.

Soon enough, I feel myself do the same thing until I feel his lips against mine.