self loved | e.d.

twelve

light shines brightly through the covers of my eyelids, making my head pound viciously.

my eyes squint harshly as i flutter them open.

i lay inside of a room, ethans room.

to the right of me, a dent is left from his body in the bed.

fumes of peaches and cologne enter my senses; toning down the pounding that's inside of my head.

footsteps come from outside of the door, earning a few knocks.

"ethan, are you up?" a familiar voice speaks.

fear travels through my body as the doorknob starts to turn.

my body shoots up from its place.

there stood grayson looking slightly confused and hungover.

"alexis?" he asked rubbing his eyeball. "why are you in ethans bed?"

my face shrunk not knowing what to say.

graysons jaw dropped. "did you guys- oh my god!"

"no!!" i raised my hands up at him. "we didn't!"

his hands tugged tightly on his chest. "thank god!"

awkwardness slides into the conversation making us not speak.

"why was you looking for ethan?" i ask.

graysons mouth opens widely, yawning obnoxiously. "i have a huge hangover."

"same." i scratched my head.

"do you know what happened last night?" he asks me walking into ethans room. fully sitting down next to me.

i shake my head. "only you getting drunk and me meeting a random guy."

he keeps his eyes down low, try to think of what happened last night.

"i'm supposing the only people who knows what happened is nessa and ethan." grayson spoke.

i nodded my head agreeing. "ethan told me what i did."

grayson looks up to me. "let's go ask him." he stood up, balancing himself.

my feet unravel from the thick gray blankets, coming contact with the cold flooring.

i push down onto the bedding to lift myself up.

my legs start to wobble a bit, causing me to grab onto the bed frame.

"alexis!" grayson runs over to me. "here." he grabbed under my arm, giving me a boost up.

grayson helped me walk through the house, into the kitchen where sizzling and the smell of bacon and eggs was being cooked.

ethan stood there making breakfast with his back turned from us.

"first time seeing you cook." grayson walked me over to a table stool.