bad boy

16

Saturday night

I'm in my room laying down on the floor, listening to some deep music cuz you know... bad mood = depressing songs. I've been on the floor for probably 2 or 3 hours. Crying. Laughing. Mostly crying and thinking. And then I hear something outside. I get up and look through my window. I see Ethan on my balcony.

I stare at him a little, lock the door and close the curtains. I go back on the floor and close my eyes. I hear my phone ringing. Ethan's calling me. I turn off my phone. I don't hear anything for at least 2 or 3 minutes. Someone knocks on my door. I get up and open it. My mom is standing there.

"Someone's here..." she says. Ethan comes from behind her. I close my door but a foot prevents it.

Ethan pushes the door and comes into my room.

"Get out." I say rolling my eyes.

"Why are you like that?" he asks.

"Why am I like what? Why are you like that? You keep making me feel good and loved but after you keep ruining things between us!" Tears roll down my cheeks.

"Don't cry" he tries to wipe them away but I take his wrist before he can touch my face. I wipe them away myself. He looks down. "I didn't know..." he whispers.

"didn't know what?" I cross my arms and sit on my bed.

"If I had real feelings for you."

"Bullshit! Heard that before. Not gonna work with me. You have a girlfriend, Ethan. You're basically cheating on her." a tear falls down Ethan's cheek. I thought I'd never see Ethan Dolan cry.

"I met her when I was in New Jersey" he starts, " I asked her to be my girlfriend and she said yes. She's a lot like you, Lex. Smart, kind, beautiful, gives second chances... I dated her for 6 months and then I moved here, to LA and I met you. Her name is Jessie. We stopped talking since I'm here. I guess she decided to text me last weekend. I broke up with her. I'm not in love with her anymore..." he keeps looking at the ground.

"Why didn't you tell me? I would've understood." I say.

"I don't know... I thought you would hate me if I told you."

"Well, I would have rather liked to learn it from you..."

There a moment of silent

"why weren't you at school?" I break the silence.

"I didn't want to see you sad."

"Why are you here tonight?"

"I couldn't handle not seeing you." I stay silent.

"You can't imagine how hard it was for me to be mad at you. I hate it when we fight." I tell him.

"Me too. I couldn't stop thinking about you. Remember when we went in that purple flower field?" He asks me sitting beside me on the bed and putting his hand on mine.

"How could I forget..." I answer. He takes out a picture from his pocket. He unfolds it and gives it to me.

"Every time I felt like I wanted to see you, I looked at this picture." It was a picture of me.

"Ethan..." tears rolls down my cheeks. He wipes them away. He cups my cheeks and looks at me in the eyes.

"I missed you baby." I close my eyes and even more tears fell. He puts his lips on mine. He kisses me softly. I just stay there letting him do what he wants.

He stops kissing me. "You still got my sweat-shirt?" He says looking at me because I'm wearing it.

"Of course. Every day, when I was coming back from school, I was going into my room, putting it on and I was looking at my background even if I wanted to rip your head off..." He chuckles and I give him my phone. He opens it and looks at my background.

"Is it the selfie that we took the first time you came to my house?" Ethan asks me.

"It sure is." I kiss his cheek. I take a deep breath. "Ethan?"

"Yeah...?" He looks at me nervously.

"What are we?"

"What do you want us to be?" He plays in his dark messy hair. I scratch my bottom lip.

"I don't know..."

I get up and walk out my room.

"You coming?" I go back and hold out my hand to Ethan. He takes it and crosses our fingers. We walk out of my room and go downstairs.

My mom looks at me and smirks while moving her eyebrows up and down. I roll my eyes and we get in my car. I drive to a little place that not a lot of people know that it exists. It's like my secret place. Whenever I'm not feeling well, I go there and relax.

"Where are we?" Ethan asks. We sit on a bench.

"I don't usually bring people here..." I start. "This place is like my secret place. I used to come here almost every day before."

"Why did you stop coming here?" Ethan asks.

"I was really busy with school so I didn't really have any more time for myself" I sigh.  Ethan puts an arm around me and pulls me closer to him. I put my head on his shoulder and we look at the landscape.