4 a.m. ☞ dt

2.35 - charlotte

4 a.m.
2.35 - charlotte

walking down the street, i pulled my phone out of my pocket, dialing ethan's number. i figured i'd just catch a cab to his house, but none seemed to be passing by and i was too impatient to wait for an über. within just a few rings, the line connected and i'm greeted warmly.

"hey charlie!" his voice echoed through my ear. i laughed a bit, stopping by a bench strategically placed outside of a antique store.

"hey e, what are you doing?" i asked, sitting on the wooden seat. he sighed, followed by a bit of static from him placing the phone between his ear and shoulder; a habit i had seen him do before.

"just chillin' at home, what's up?"

"well," i started, rolling my eyes at the thought of grayson. "your brother and i just had an argument and i had to get out of the apartment. do you mind picking me up?"

the sound of keys clinking in the background made me smile. "yeah, sure!" he agreed, "where are you?" i looked to the street signs close to the walkways.

"right outside the antique store on hawthorne and lincoln," i directed, watching all of the people walk down the street. there were maybe five because it was nice out. i found peering into a strangers life, if only for a second, a little mesmerizing. and boy, did i need a distraction from all of the emotions swirling in my head.

"alright, i'm getting in the car right now," he replied, followed by the slamming of a door. i laugh, telling him i'd be waiting.

knowing he wouldn't take long, i stayed on the same bench without moving. scrolling aimlessly through instagram, my phone dinged the familiar "glass" tone, revealing a text message from grayson.

gray
3:42 p.m.
im sorry. i shouldn't have said any of that.

i huffed, ignoring the text and wandering onto ethan's instagram account. he didn't post very often, once every couple months. i noticed a picture of him with some scruff and couldn't help but find myself attracted. ethan shaved every day now and grayson always had, i supposed. it was a new look that i hadn't seen from either of them before now, but i decided i liked it.

gray
3:44 p.m.
please come home.

i frowned, looking at the message and contemplating it. i quickly swiped the thoughts, knowing ethan didn't hesitate to come to get me. i shouldn't hesitate to be with him for the next few hours.

although i was both confused and frustrated, i still felt for grayson. i'm not sure if i feel the same feelings he does, though. i thought i did, i really, really thought i did. but that was before xavier came back into my life. it was before i met ethan. and now? i don't know what i want, let alone who i want. however, ethan was seeming like a pretty good contender at the moment.

shortly, ethan pulled up beside the thrift store i sat in front of with his black bmw. he grinned at me, rolling down his window. "come on," he beckoned, "get in!"

i rolled my eyes at his antics and scurrying to the passenger side before any more cars passed by. ethan turned down whatever rap music he was playing and put the car back in drive. he looked at me before checking the lanes.

"so, what happened between you and gray?" he asked, turning around the block to head in the direction of his house. i groaned, slouching my head on the window.

"basically," i started, clearing my throat, "he wants to act like he can control what i do or who i see." ethan narrowed his eyes at my awfully short synopsis.

"so he's mad that you and i have been spending time together?" he asked, flipping his turn signal on.

"well yes," i said making hand gestures in defense, "but he's more mad that i had lunch with xavier." ethan looked at me with an annoyed expression on his face.

"you had lunch with your ex?"

"yeah, i just needed to talk to him and figure some things out." i replied, looking out the front window, watching cars pass and the traffic in front of us.

"did you figure out what you want?" he urged. his grip on the steering wheel was tight, making his knuckles appear a ghastly white.

i nodded, "i think so."

"and?"

"it's you, ethan."

a/n

listen gals i've been having the worst writers block i'm so sorry this chapter is SHIT and sHORT the next one will be better i promise, this one was kindve a filler. the next one will be much more interesting, i promise

i hope y'all are doing so good bc i am!!

i'm sorry i've been updating slow i have rehearsal for high school musical like three times a week and shits wild

i love u! chlo .xx