song for chapter: thinking bout you by ariana Grande
{I think about you a little more than I should}
weekend
[MADISON]
I watched as the engine spun the waves that followed behind us. I let out a soft sigh while Grayson turns the boat off.
"Okay, I'll go get the sun chairs real quick!" He tells me before running into the small room that was built into the boat.
I listen to the birds chirp as I smirk. This place was so peaceful. This is the type of place where nothing but it can take up your mind.
I guess my mind was wrong though. The only thing that filled my head was the thought of Ethan.
The way his smile would define every single feature on his face. There wasn't one part of him that wasn't perfect. Nothing.
The more and more I think about him the more I realize how much he actually means to me. It doesn't even matter how much he hates me. I care for him, a lot.
"here we go." I hear Grayson say as he walks out with two fold up sun chairs in his hands.
I watch as he unfolds them. He sets them on the front of the boat before plopping down on one.
I slowly make my way up to the front of the boat. I place myself on the blue sun chair graciously. I look at him, seeing him admire the beautiful scenery.
"The last time I was in this boat Ethan pushed me in. Then when I got back on there was a fish in my pants-"
"what's he like?" I blurt out, cutting him off.
"The fish?" He says in a joking manner.
"no!" I laugh while pushing his shoulder. He laughs and continues to watch the trees sway.
"Ethan." I continue as I avoid eye contact.
"what do you mean?" He questions me.
"I've never had a real conversation with him. I want to get to know him more." I tell him as I finally look at him.
"I don't think that's a good idea..." his voice speaks cautiously.
"why?" I ask with a glare.
"it's not my place to tell you." He says while setting his hand in his chest.
"listen, I'm not telling you to tell me his deepest darkest secrets. I just want to know what he likes. what are his interests?" I tell him as he continues to keep an intense stare with me.
"well," he starts while sitting up in his sun chair. "He really likes conspiracy's. He finds the world so damn interesting, and frankly I can't find out why." He laughed as I smile.
That's so cool. A man who doesn't talk, who doesn't communicate with people, is interested in the huge universe we live in. Most people find this place a hell hole, like me. I've never been interested in this place.
"what else?" I ask with a big smile.
"okay, he's going to be so mad that I told you this. But, he loves reality tv!" He laughed with a small smirk. I let out a goofy laugh his dies down.
