chapter | six
song:
pumau tonu - maisey rikaethans pov
7:30ammy feet trotted carefully down the stairs. it feels almost so foreign to me that it is concerning. staying trapped in one place for so long that just walking somewhere else is weird for you. almost as if you don't remember the way it felt to walk down the stairs you would walk down every day.
but my mood was enlightened by a girl.
its sad how cliche it is.
but i guess having someone who makes you want to stop pushing away is a good thing.
the house was so quiet that you heard every little noise you wouldn't consider listening to. the sounds were heightened around me.
the ticking of the hallway clock.
the buzzing of the microwave in the kitchen.
the birds chirping happy songs outside.
the sprinkler watering the plants outside.
everything just seemed so... beautiful and unappreciated.
my nostrils take in the scent of fresh air while letting it all out with a long and heavy sigh. my eyes fluttered shut as i did so, the warm light hitting my skin from the open curtains.
i loved our house. my home.
it wasn't that modern, strange shaped, neutral coloured home. it was the house that actually felt warm and homelike.
wood or bricks. faded yellow walls with white trimmed wood around doorframes and windows. colourful curtains and picture frames. the certain lights that looked like mini chandeliers hanging from the carved roofs. even that strange wallpaper your mum sweared looked nice even though your dad sighed every time he saw it.
just looking at it from the outside screamed home. it didn't have to be flash or expensive looking. all that matters is that when ever you enter or even look at it, you felt warm as if this could be your own home.
thats what i loved about our house.
the pictures that were scattered all around our home of silly and fun memories made my heart light up.
the corner of my lips curved upwards as i walked down the last few steps. my hand skimming down the rail of the stairway. my bottom lip was caught between my teeth as i take it all in.
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petals pov
3:50pmethan:
aye bruh this bitch tryna fuckme:
nice way to spark up a convo
billie stan?ethan:
i was feeling spicy
GASP
you know billie eilish?!!??!?!me:
ofc you ass
who doesnt
she is my wife
i love herethan:
:')me:
wait...
is ethan telling me he is a billie fan?!?!?!ethan:
uH well yes
this lucky ass gets to see her in two weeks when the summer holidays beginme:
...
ETHANethan:
yes
?me:
iM going to see her in two weeks ASWELLethan:
GASP
saturday?
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petal | e.d
Fanfictionpeople are like soft petals. one wrong pluck and they are damaged forever.