FEAR . ethan dolan

twenty-eight

I can see it in your eyes. The way you watch as his body moves so quickly among all the other people. And how yours crumbles apart, like a frail cookie trying to be eaten by a toddler. 
Everything can fall apart at once and that's what scared me. Just how quickly can I be dropped and forgotten?
I walked down the hallway of my house and entered the bathroom, the one room that stays locked in our house. It's come in handy quite a few times.
I pick up the hairbrush that's lying upward on the counter, almost begging to be used. I pull all the knots out of my hair and wipe my now watered eyes. My hair is now up in a bun and I slip on a pair of grey champion sweatpants and an old college sweater from my mom.
Today was a chill day. I grabbed my remote and turned on hulu and clicked on Brooklyn Nine Nine.
I lie in my bed with my blanket wrapped firmly around me, not possibly letting go.
A few hours passed and I was now 5 episodes ahead from where I started. Someone knocked on the door, and pretty hard might I add.
I walked down with my blanket still wrapped to me and open the door. "Eth?"
"Yeah, wanna hang out? Parker and Grayson went out. Neither of them will admit it's a date but we both know it is." Ethan chuckled and I smiled along with him before letting him inside my house.
"I was just gonna watch netflix today, if that's alright?" I start to walk upstairs to my room and Ethan follows closely behind. "Yeah, what are we watching today?" Ethan stops and looks around your bedroom, pausing to look at a different thing every few seconds.
"Brooklyn Nine Nine. Have you ever been in my room?" I laugh at Ethan's curious state and he wakes up out of whatever trance he was in and walks over to my bed and gets on it beside me. "No, last time I tried your dad came home and you forced me to stay in the living room."
I laugh at my old self and stay silent after, turning on the show and curling up in my blanket. Ethan laid beside me and I could hear his small breaths beimg released from his mouth. I chuckled at the show and Ethan smiled softly at me. I sat up and looked at Ethan, who was leaning against my headboard and had now focused his gaze on me rather than the television. "Yes?" He laughs and you fluster at his word.
"I really like hanging out with you. I wish you would've stopped being a douche 3 years ago." I say calmly, not letting him put in his input until I'm done talking. "Me too. I really wish I has the courage to do this, too." Ethan sat up and cupped both sides of my face and kissed me softly.
What surprised me the most is that I didn't stop it. It felt natural, almost.

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quickly written chapter but oof things are spicin up, get ready kitty girls

xoxo kay