it's currently 3 am when i get out of the shower, i slip on some sweats and a t. walking back to the bedroom i see ethan watching boy meets world as the white sheets lie on his body.
"you remember that night i got total white girl wasted and i ended up falling of the stairs at your brothers, i ended up with a bruises on my forehead because my dumbass didn't stick out my arms. i had that stupid bruise for like three weeks."
"i tried so hard not to laugh at you because when you got up you went to get another shot, like you didn't just fall and almost got a concussion. i had to wake up to that bruise every morning, but you were still popping." he says holding out his hand making duck lips.
"i need someone who loves me when i wake who thinks i'm beautiful when i'm looking fucked up."
i sigh as i pull the covers over my body, "someone who shoots for the stars knowing i think i'm never good enough." i say not loud enough for ethan to hear, and i'm glad he didn't.
"can you love me naked?"
