𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆

;IT

Emma Chamberlain

I take my hot chocolate to the living room, seating myself down in the top corner of the sofa.

Ethan knocks on the living room door asking if I have any clothes that he could wear while his were drying on the radiator.

Luckily for Ethan, Emre had clothes big enough for his muscular arms to fit in, which meant he didn't have to wear my clothes. Sadly for you, because imagine how funny it would be to see him in a tight crop top and booty shorts.

"Take a picture it'll last longer, perv" he smirks walking in with Emre's shirt slung over his shoulder. 

"Ew no I wasn't looking at you" I scowl sarcastically in disgust which makes his face drop and I feel bad again so I try and save myself "I was actually admiring your art"

"Which ones?" Ethan asks touching his tattoos which suddenly seemed to be in more places than at first glance.

I motion with my finger for me to get a closer look and he confidently strides over looking actually pleased that I seem interested in him.

"People don't usually see them" Ethan says stroking his slightly tanned skin.

Truthfully I was amazed by them, they were all individually beautiful and all held a story. The person who had done them was obviously madly talented, the detail was incredibly breathtaking.

"You like them?" He chuckles assessing my face as I suddenly become conscious of my hanging jaw and mesmerised eyes.

"Y-yeah" I stutter in disbelief by their beauty. He smiles sweetly and I look up from his body "I always wanted one but I'm too indecisive. I wouldn't know what to get and I'd change my mind seconds before and probably regret it. Plus isn't it illegal?" I ask leaning back.

Ethan doesn't put his shirt back on, but relaxes back into the sofa.

"I used my fake ID" he laughs.

Of course he did.

"Two teddy bears?" I question leaning forward to assess the two ragged bears that were permanently printed over his heart "that's not very macho and bad boy" I laugh stroking over them. They, too, were beautifully designed.

Ethan's face drops and his hand reaches out to take mine away from his body.

"Yeah well." He snaps but doesn't pull my hand away as I originally suspected just slightly moves mine to one side so he can stroke his own tattoo.

"What do they mean?" I ask wondering whether it was right to ask him such a question when he seemed so affected by the mention of the two bears.

"They're for two very special girls" he replies looking up towards my intrigued face.

I know not to push and sure enough Ethan follows by putting his shirt back on

"maybe I'll take you for one, choose what you have and everything" his smirk returns and I begin to laugh. 

"Like I trust you enough for that" I say rolling my eyes with a giggle and he acts offended with a gasp.

Ethan leans closer towards me, shocking me slightly. He presses a hand against my hip and I slightly gasp.

"I'd put Stephen King's face on your ass" he whispers in my ear and I push him away from my ear with a laugh. He bites against his lip and I get a tingle down through my body.

I'm aware of his body pressed heavily upon mine, and how close his face is to mine, and especially how plump and kissable his lips seem.

"Or maybe I'd stamp you with my name, so you'll remember me forever" he whispers with a wink but it's a serious one, no sarcasm intended in the slightest.

Without thinking about it I reply,

"How could I forget you"

And then in one swift movement his lips crash upon mine. It's passionate and harsh. My eyes close in absolute bliss, as he presses further into me.

I wrap my legs around his body, running my hands up towards his hair tugging upon it slightly.

Ethan pulls away and so do I.

"IT is by Stephen King, right?" He breathes, his face centimetres away from mine. I nod, unable to even fathom words. "Let's watch it?"

"Okay" I reply without a stutter which I'm super proud about.

Ethan watches as I fiddle with the remote with a smile, a rare one I barely ever saw.

IT was the only Stephen King adaptation I refused to watch because of childhood nightmares. But how could you refuse the sexy devil sitting at my feet in excitement.

I grab the nearest cushion and bring it to my face and to my surprise Ethan does too. I give him a giggle and he pouts and throws the pillow at my face.

"I was only doing it so you didn't feel embarrassed but noooOoOoOoo" Ethan moans, crossing his arms across his chest with a smirk trying to emerge on his face. 

"Ah right okay I believe you" I laugh, hitting his arm with the cushion. But he grabs the cushion and throws it across the room leaving me bare and alone as the horror music starts up.

The title pops up and I spring back in shock and Ethan spurts with laughter.

"Get here" Ethan says looking across at me, leaning his arm across the sofa top. I don't move, for no reason other than shock at his seriousness "I said get here, baby girl"

I shuffle until I'm touching his side and then he brings his perfectly tattooed arms down upon my shoulder in a protective yet cuddly manner.

"You're safe now. No clowns coming for you with this muscle next to you" Ethan flex's and I giggle and lean into his side with little reluctance.

The next thing I remember is being shaken awake by Amanda and Olivia who are stood over me. I look around, I'm laid across the sofa perfectly tucked in a soft blanket and IT's end titles are rolling.

"You watched a horror movie on your own?" Olivia asks confused looking around at the closed curtains and the lack of lighting.

Ethan's wet clothes are missing from the radiator.

"Yeah" I reply rubbing my eyes "I guess I did"