The Shattered// E.D G.D

Walmart criminals on the loose

<Animal- Neon trees->

Hush, hush we both can't fight it
It's us that made this mess
Why can't you understand?
Whoa, I won't sleep tonight
I won't sleep tonight

< Tonight Tonight- Hot Chelle Rae->

Tonight tonight and we're dancing on the edge of the Hollywood sign
I don't know if I'll make it but watch how good I'll fake it
It's all right, all right, tonight, tonight

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"BUT MY PHONE-" I PRACTICALLY WHINED as he gave me a bored look.

"We'll worry about that later," I didn't know why he was doing this, and it made me wonder if he was trying to get my mind off of...everything. Why? He hated me so much before tonight, and now he's acting like my guardian angel. "For now, let's take pictures."

I frowned, watching as he loaded up the camera with the film then clicked a button. The camera flashed and a black film came out, which he pulled out and tossed across the isle. He then inspected the camera and handed it to me. "Now, take photos of the artwork," he motioned to himself with a smirk.

"You're so fricking cocky,"

"I know," he wiggled his brows, "I have a lot of cock." I scoffed, stifling laughter. "But anyways," he snatched the camera back and without warning, clicked the camera as I flinched from the bright flash.

"Why did you take a photo of m-"

"I said to take a photo of the artwork." He pulled the photo from the Polaroid and grinned. "And I did."

I rolled my eyes, turning away to hide the blush on my cheeks. "Shut up." I said, pretending to be Interested in the frisbees besides me.

I hated blushing, made me feel weak or like a loser. A compliment shouldn't make me blush, I don't care that much! Right?

"What? You are beautiful," he said like it was blatantly obvious. I didn't get compliments much, so it made me feel a bit uncomfortable as my cheeks flared to an even brighter color.

Stop blushing!

Well, sorry, if you haven't freaking noticed, I can't control the color of my cheeks!

What do I say to that, how do I respond to a compliment? "Uh," Thank you? "You're beautiful too," my eyes widened as my hands started to fiddle with the frisbees like it would save my life.

He started to chuckle as I stuttered on words, "haha, You're not beautiful- um, not that you're beautiful, wait! Not that you're not not beautiful, you are, but don't think I'm like fli- wait, do guys even liked being call beautiful, I don't think they do, hurts their manly macho shit, but I'm not sure if you're like that. Although you did hide your Katy Perry fetish, but whatever. So, would you like to be called rugby rugish manly man as a compliment? I'm not sure, but-"

"Olivia!" Ethan shook my shoulders, turning me around to face him. My eyes came to meet his, our lips close to touching and my jaw gaping open. He opened his lips like he was about to say something kind, then said, "I know. I am beautiful." He smirked, patting my arm and then walking away, leaving me to stand there like an idiot.