Annoying. (An Ethan Dolan Imagine)

Chapter Six

I lay in bed and think about all the things that could've prevented this from happening.

Maybe if I just stayed home. Maybe if I would have stayed in my neighborhood. Maybe if I would just left him alone in the first place.

I have cried more these three days then I have these last three years. The last time I cried wasn't even from like...a real thing. I didn't feel sad, I was just watching "Miracles From Heaven."

I get up and go downstairs. I grab a cookie and a glass of milk. I bite into the cookie and I immediately think of him.

He was so happy today. And i- I caused it. Why would he lie to me after that? Was he just faking it?

Well, I don't care.

I know I said that I would leave him alone, but I know that's not what he wants. I bet people run away from him because of the way he is with people, but I'm not quiting.

I skip upstairs thinking about how tommorow is going to go. I think it's going to be amazing.

Today is coming to a close and will soon be history. Thank, Jesus.

I enter my room and turn the light on. I see a figure sitting on my bed. I gasp and take a few steps back. This person's must be lost.

"Um, excuse me, sir, I think you're in the wrong house. Do you need anything? Maybe some water or food?" I ask, stepping closer and the figure chuckles.

"You see, that's your problem. I could've been a serial killer for all you know, and you're standing there offering me a glass of water." The figure speaks and I immediately know who it is.

"Ethan? What the heck are you doing in my room?" I ask in confusion. A chill goes down my spine and I look over to see my window open.

"Ya know there's a door right? You could've just knocked." I inform him as I close the window. He stands up.

"Well, I don't think your parents would really care if a bit was knocking on you're door at one in the morning. Would they?" He asks sarcastically.

One in the morning?

Yes!

A new day!

I laugh. "Please. My mom would love to see me open the door to a guy." I state. And it's true.

He lets out a breathy laugh. "What kind of mom do you have?" He asks jokingly. I giggle at his being so...silly?

Yeah, silly.

I like that word.

Silly.

"The kind who's daughter has never had a boyfriend." I laugh. I look up and he's staring at me. I smile and turn around.

I head to my desk and grab a cookie from the napkin. I grab the glass of milk and head back to Ethan.
"Here." I hand him the cookie and he takes it imedietly.

He bites into it and lets out a breath through his nose. I giggle and bite into mine. It was fresh out of the oven so the chocolate was nice and melted.

It was all gooey and delicious.

Probably shouldn't say it like that but... The point is, the cookie is freaking amazing.

I look up at him as he takes the last bite of the cookie. I hold out my cookie to him and he shakes his head.

"No thanks, I'm full." He says. He sits down on my bed. I place the cookie back into the napkin and sit down next to him.

"Here. The almond milk here is amazing." I say, holding the glass of milk out to him. His eyes widen.

"I'm alergic to almonds." He states. I look up at him with a raised eyebrow. I didn't know that.