petal | e.d

e l e v e n

chapter | eleven

song:
velvet rope - rita ora

ethans pov
5 days later

four days. four fucking days till my lucky ass not only gets to see billie eilish, but the girl that quite literally sparked up my year. 

petal mares. the name you couldn't forget due to the uniqueness. she found it embarrassing but i found it interesting and honestly pretty cute.

we have been talking non-stop for the past few days. i've learnt more about her during those days than i've learnt doing my work. she loves the colour yellow since she says it symbolises happiness and joy. she hates tomatoes and the way people ask her "then why do you like tomato sauce?"

she has a deep love for funky socks. anything with a picture on it, whether it be pizza's, animals, hotdogs or anything disney related.

she has no siblings and lives alone with her father. has been since she was 6 and doesn't deny the huge amount of love she has for him.

her best friend nadia has been there not only for her, but for her dad as petal likes to call the trio her, small mini family.

this olly guy aka fucking manwhore asshole, still goes to school convincing himself that there is still something between the two of them. i find it kinda funny since it will be great if i ever come face to face with him.

she hasn't quite talked to me about what happened and i find it to be quite fair since when i think about it, i haven't gotten to talk about the big issue with me.

to her so far, i am a boy who does online school, has a twin brother and older sister in college, two loving parents. a boy who also hates tomatoes and gets the same dumbass question. a boy who enjoys skateboarding, used to write embarrassing lyrics for me and my brothers musical stage in life.

one that is most definitely never coming back.

i seem like an average teenage male.

but i've swerved myself away from most main details that you would be able to see if you were around me in person.

for example, i haven't really left the house for a while until we began texting. i hardly spoke to my family at all and never went down to eat dinner with them. i quit school for feeling dumb about myself and not wanting anyone to see how weak and broken i felt.

i felt embarrassed.

i most definitely couldn't tell her i've also had terrible thoughts of just being gone. why?

because hearing so much about her makes me feel like absolute shit. she loves the countless dinners she has with her hardworking father who she quite never stops talking about once he comes up.

she loves how he always tries to cook rather than ordering take out. she hates how he isn't always home due to work. she loves the new two storey house she now lives in that is slightly bigger than the last one.

she feels bad for making her dad move into a bigger home because she felt there was no need since it was only ever just the both of them. but being younger she begged for a bigger place.