Creeper -Grethan- (NOT on hold)

Nine

Ethan's POV

I cannot fucking believe it. 

He was the boy!

He was the kid that stole my heart and never gave it back. 

Tears gushed out of my eyes like the waterfall in front of us. I hadn't cried in a long ass while... but what does this mean now? Should I tell him?

NO! I told him I would stay with him but I didn't. I left him and that was about the worst thing I could have done. I didn't realize that his life would come crumbling down so soon. He didn't deserve that. But most importantly, he'll hate me for leaving him.

For all of these years... I couldn't get this boy out of my head. I can't believe it took me this long to notice. I'm shocked. My mind is completely blank but so many emotions are rushing through me at the moment. And I couldn't do much else besides just staring down at the beautiful, unbreathing boy in my lap. 

My heart dropped once again. But this time his eyes shoot open as he coughs up all of the water inside his lungs. 

"Oh my gosh, Grayson!" I cry out and hug him. All of those feelings that had grown for this one person in the past came back and bit me in the ass. I think I'm in love with him. And that's horrifying. 

I sobbed on his shoulder once he was done choking and held his body close to mine. These were not fake tears. I was so scared I was going to lose the one person I may have real feelings for right when I just got him back!

"I'm so sorry. This is all my fault! Please forgive me."

"E-. Ethan." His voice was hoarse and dull which only made me hold him tighter.  

"No, don't talk. I'm sorry. I want to take you home." I picked up his tiny body in my arms and carried him right out the water. 

(Well shit, I just realized they were both naked.)

"I can walk myself, Ethan." He whispered hoarsely and my heart clenched. This was all my fault. If I hadn't wanted him to jump off the cliff he wouldn't have almost drowned. Heck, I could've brought him anywhere else. Anywhere else and he would've been safer. 

I set him down slowly and told him to wait there before I jogged off to get out clothes. I quickly slipped on my boxers and pants but I left my shirt off. It was for Grayson.

"You can wear my shirt and your hoodie," I said with a small smile to the shorter boy who was shivering like a wet puppy. 

"N-no! It's f-freezing, you'll get s-sick!" I was never one to get cold easily and I'd be fine just as long as we hurried to my car. I shoved the clothes back to him and voiced my thoughts.

There was no way I'd let him get sick on top of almost drowning. 

After he finally agreed and hurriedly slipped on his pants, my large shirt, and his hoodie, we set off quickly back to the safety of our car.

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I sighed as I sat down in the driver's seat and turned on everything - especially not forgetting to turn on the heater and butt warmers. (Ha, heating up my snack check.)

I swiped a random blanket from the backseat that felt cozy enough and dropped it over Grayson's still shivering body. He gave me a small thanks before peering over his shoulder and to the blanket filled backseat. 

"What're all these for? There are so many!" I chuckled and bit my lip softly as Grayson exclaimed loudly beside me with large doe eyes. 

"It's winter and it's cold." Was all I said before quiet consumed the short car ride home. Our silence felt comfortable and natural. It made me almost forget this beautiful person beside me almost died and how scared that made me feel. 

What I said was true. It's winter, it's cold. But that was not the reason for all over the large blankets in the backseat. 

Who in their right mind would just toss a dead, bleeding body over some cliff with a chance of the blood splattering everywhere? That's should be obvious, even if you weren't a murder. I mean, not only that but if someone finds a dead body who looks seemingly... I don't know murdered, you best believe people will be on the lookout the murderer. 

This is why I chose to always wrap the dead body's into a blanket. It's common sense for me. Who would give a shit about a random smelly blanket stuck in the mud, right? 

Not me that's for sure. 

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I had invited Grayson over to my home for hot cocoa or tea. 

I kept remembering random memories with every interaction we made. It was like everything he did was just a copy of something he did in the past with me and I caught on to it. 

When I was about to ask Grayson what he wanted to drink I stopped, deeming unnecessary as I remembered how obsessed little Grayson was with hot cocoa with, not three or four marshmallows but seven. Always seven. He wouldn't take it if it was any less or any more. 

So as I prepared myself boring tea, I searched for marshmallows and the cocoa mix for my dear Grayson. 

I glanced in his direction to see him curled into a Hunger Games blanket I've owned for years now. And then I remembered how obsessed I used to be with the movies and books. I would make little Grayson watch them with me and I'm pretty sure the only reason he accepted was to stay clinging on my side for a whole 142 minutes of my favorite one. The first one, book and movie, was my favorite without fail. We'd watched it way more than the others for sure. 

And that gave me an idea. 

"Hey, Gray," I spoke gently as I walked over with the two finished and steaming mugs of liquid. He looked up drowsily and smiled.

"Would you like to stay for a bit and watch a movie with me? It would've been so much better if we just stayed and did this anyways instead of fucking swimming in fucking winter. WAIT, my bad! I'm sorry." I scratched the back of my neck feeling flustered. 

"I cuss a lot when I'm nervous," I embarrassedly admitted. 

"It's alright, you have no reason to be nervous for. Of course I'll watch a movie with you! I'd love to," He spoke quickly as a cute blush spread on his face. 

"Well scoot over and take your mug," I chuckled at him and listen the blanket so I could slide under with him. 

I purposely let out bodies touch and I nearly melted. He felt so warm and I just wanted to get him closer, as much as possible, to me. 

"Let's watch The Huger Games." 

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