MACON'S POV
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the time was 2 am when i heard a faint knock on the door, and i'm not gonna lie, i was a bit scared. i was the only one that was still up, so of course it was up to me to go get it.
i rolled out of my comfy bed and trotted downstairs as quiet as i possibly could, and tried my best to see who was behind the door with a quick peek through the curtains, but unfortunately i couldn't see anything.
my heart beat began to pick up, and i swiftly made my way into the kitchen to grab a knife off the counter before tip toeing back to the door. i could feel beads of sweat start to form on my forehead as i twisted the top lock to unlock it.
my fingers gripped the knife tighter as i went to unlock the last lock.
i hesitantly opened the door, my body behind it as my head peeked out into the darkness.
as my eyes adjusted i realized who the figure was, and relaxed immediately, my heartbeat dying down.
i knew it was ethan, just by the way he was standing with his hands in his pockets and his hood covering his hair.
and for some reason i was grateful he was here, grateful to see him.
i turned on the porch light, revealing ethan's red puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks and placed the knife down on the nearest couch.
my heart dropped to my stomach as my mind swirled with thoughts of what he could be doing here, and why he looked as if he had been crying, and why i wanted to pull him into my arms and comfort him.
"why are you here?" i whisper, not wanting to wake anybody up.
he doesn't say anything, and just shrugs. he looks back down to the ground as i hear a sniffle escape past his lips.
he's crying.
"here, why don't you just come in." i offer, stepping aside.
ethan looks up to me with a shocked expression of his face, not knowing why i would offer to let him on, and i didn't know either.
he steps in, his gaze immediately falling back down to the ground.
"i can't" ethan mutters, barely audible.
i furrow my eyebrows as i look at him, crossing my arms, "can't what?"
ethan looks up to me again, his eyes looking directly into mine.
and that's when i saw it.
that look.
that look of utter admiration, love.
and he was looking at me with that look.
he didn't say anything as he stepped closer to me, his eyes never leaving mine as he kissed me. and i let him.
except this time, when we kissed, i felt it. that feeling everyone talks about when they kiss someone and they feel the sparks.
but these weren't sparks, they were explosions. and i loved it. and i wanted more of it.
ethan pulled away, his arms wrapped around my waist. he shook his head as he stepped away, "i shouldn't have done that. i'm sorry mac, ill go." he begins walking towards the door, but before he can leave, i grab the sleeve of his sweatshirt and pull him back to me.
"why are you leaving ethan?" i ask, confusion laced in my tone as his eyes landed on mine.
i looked up to him, scanning his features very carefully, and he looked like he was about to cry. again.
"don't go." i whisper, grabbing onto his hand. something inside of me wanted him to stay so bad, i wanted to talk to him and laugh with him and touch him.
i missed him.
this whole time i was distracting myself with grayson to convince myself that i didn't want ethan. and now i was afraid that i was too late.
ethan didn't budge as he pried his hand out of my grip and slipped out of the door in one swift movement, saying nothing more.
it hurt.
but i deserved it.
i pushed him too far.
he told me he loved me and i left him when he was upset i didn't feel the same way.
i should've told him it was okay, i shouldn't have tried to pick a fight and let my big ass ego get the best of me.
this was ethan we were talking about. he was different.
he was different, because i actually liked him.
i pulled the front door open, running onto the pavement and looking for ethan as my heart raced. i looked left and right, running down a few houses to see if i could get a better look, i ran across the street, looking around yards and corners.
but i couldn't see him anywhere.
i slouched down onto the concrete, my heart pounding against my chest, my breathing uneven from the running i had just done. i placed my head in my hands, blaming myself for not realizing sooner, that i like him.
i did everything i could to forget him and the feelings i had because the last thing i wanted to do was fall for a guy like that.
a guy that was too good for me.
and then i started crying, crying at the thought that he could be completely gone.
and i would be in his position.
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if you were wondering why macon always thought of ethan, now you know why.
she likes him!
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