Smile - CrankGameplays

34. Time

The first thing Ethan did when he came back from his classes was head straight to his room, close the door, and throw himself onto the bed. He kicked himself out of his jeans, the legs getting caught up in his feet as he continuously fluttered out of them. He nabbed at his jacket and tossed it to the floor before he pulled out his phone and aimlessly scrolled through the various notifications that clouded the screen. One arm was placed comfortably behind his head while the other held the phone, his thumb flicking across the lit up screen, a blue glow casting a small shine to his face.

No notifications from Reese. Not like he was expecting any for the matter, their only way of connecting with one another was through text.

No Snapchat, no Twitter, no Instagram. Had Ethan done his searching and checked up on her from time to time with her open Instagram? Yes. Did he see what she was tweeting out across the web to her nine-hundred followers? Yeah.

Ethan wanted to be her nine hundred and oneth.

But, god, that was so damn risky.

It shouldn't be though. Since when did simple likes and favorites count as flirting? A simple double tap of a picture almost amounted to physically complimenting the other. Nothing was safe anymore, nothing was simple.

Ethan found Reese's Twitter handle and did some mild scoping, finding what she was interested in and what she was tweeting - but after five seconds of accidental stalking, he realized how weird this seemed.

If he was so concerned and worried, he could easily send a quick text message.

But she said she would call him - but when?

Ethan locked his phone and turned over, resting his eyes before he heard the front door open.

"Anyone home?"

The new brunette jumped out of bed and fished for a pair of sweats, "Hey, I'm here."

Tyler's rather large body stepped inside before he quietly shut the door, the lock clicking. "Mark not home yet?"

Ethan peered from side to side, biting his lip. "Should he be?"

"No," he answered with a smile, "Guess who I ran into?"

"Tucker."

Tyler lifted his eyebrows as he skipped into the kitchen, "Yes, but I'm not talking about him."

"Who then?"

"Reese." He pried open the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of orange juice, grabbing a glass from one of the top cabinets. 

"Oh, yeah?"

He pulled back the opening and the juice flowed out and into the cup, "Mmmm, she legit ran straight into my arms and gave me a big hug. She kept apologizing for what happened with Tucker and how bad she feels that he came over and started trouble."

"Yeah, she uh, she feels pretty bad about everything."

Tyler shrugged, placing the orange juice back in the fridge, "Which she shouldn't, I feel bad for her. What happened wasn't her fault at all. She should know that."

"If I'm being honest with you... I think they might get back together."

"What do you mean?"

"He got her a promise ring, confessed his love for her, went to come and fight me to show her that he's willing to fight for their relationship."

"A promise ring?" Tyler asked with surprise in his voice, "That's a little intense."

"She's not wearing it or anything, but she still has it. And even after everything that happened with Reese and me... Tucker still came over. Why was he over?"