Wonderwall

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•Wonderwall•

—R o s e

With furrowed eyebrows, pouted lips and a slightly squinted gaze, concentration peaked over me as I stood next to Ethan working on the barbecue grill.

He was for sure in need of help. Ethan and cooking never mixed, for surely it wasn't the best task to handle towards him.

He observed the half-way grilled meat like a hawk, afraid it'll slip out of his sight and burn miserably in a second. I chuckled lowly shaking my head at his distressed stare.

Grayson's and Ethan's supposed close friends could be coming any minute. I didn't properly meet them at the yacht due to the chaotic events that occurred forbidding a proper meeting.

A very plain sensation washed over me—I wasn't nervous nor excited. Rather, I didn't know what to expect. Grayson had never been with a girl before, on a serious level at least, so I couldn't quite comprehend how his friend's reaction would be.

"Why isn't Cara coming today?" Being on the verge of drowning further in my thoughts, Ethan's husky tone made an appearance.

"Oh, uhm," I cleared my throat, averting my gaze towards his focused one. "She's not feeling well, very sick," what a lie.

"She hasn't been herself lately." He stated with sureness, almost as if he analyzed her character losing it's usual sparkle. She likes you, I just can't tell you that.

"Yeah..," I dropped my gaze, feeling disappointment. I wanted her to join in on every event occurring in my life, but that couldn't be fulfilled each and every time due to her avoiding Ethan's presence.

"Is your girlfriend coming?" Dispersing the subject, a small smile crept into his features as the topic of his lover got brought up.

"No, she's a little busy with her parents today."

I crossed my arms, nodding with a pursue of lips. "You seem to like her."

"A lot," a gentle smile tugged his lips upwards once again, displaying to me very clearly how much she meant to him.

A fragment of a soft smile endured me seconds later, being drawn unconsciously. It was a refreshing thing to witness—other people genuinely looking in love, like it was so evident and permitted on their expressions whenever they spoke of that significant other.

So much tenderness and adoration sat on their tongue, vibrating through their aura. Love was truly a beautiful thing.

"I'm happy for you," my eyes met his, seeing appreciation peak into his pupils as he sent me a grateful smile. "I'm happy for you too," he stated "as you and Grayson..."

An almost sarcastic, doubt-filled scoff flew out of my lips as I broke our gaze, looking around the now foggy smoked backyard. "Me and Grayson are nowhere close to you and Mia."

"I beg to differ my friend." His slight cheerful tone unexpectedly trapped me making me throw him an instant questionable look.

"You may not see it," he simply shrugged, flipping the meat onto the other side. "But I do."

My curiousness instantly held me captive as I felt the urge to ask more, unraveling everything I questioned and found a mystery.