(ethan's pov)
I walked into y/n's room a grin on my face. "Wakey wakey!" I yelled, walking towards her bed. I shook her shoulders as she faced away from me and I poked her. "I think its something about cornflakes too but-" I cut myself off as I heard a groan.
"Go away," Her voice came muffled from her pillow. She squeezed it tighter and I sighed, sitting down. I tried pulling her off of her pillow. I heard a whimper and my eyebrows furrowed.
"Y/N?" I asked one of my best friends. "Are you crying?" I asked softly. I heard a sob, and I sat back on her bed.
"E-" But she couldn't even finish my name. I rubbed up and down her arm, unaware of what to do.
Sure, during the 4 years she'd lived with us, and the many before that we'd been friends, had I seen her cry. But not like this. It was always something small. When a guy didn't like her back, when she was on her period, nothing like this.
I waited for her to calm down before I pulled her away from the pillow. She looked up at me, eyes red and bags under her eyes. "Did you sleep?" I asked her. She shook her head, closing her eyes. I frowned. "Get some sleep then, I'm sorry for waking you up," I apologized. She shook her head, tears streaming down her face again.
"Ethan look at me!" She yelled. I winced and looked at her like she'd asked. I raised my eyebrows, fighting the urge to wrap my arms around her. She's my best friend, I- "Look at my face Ethan," She said quietly, sobbing into her hands. I frowned, shuffling down the bed, closer to her.
"Y/N? What's wrong?" I whispered. She fell forward into my arms and sobbed into my shoulder. My eyes widened as I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to me. "Hey, it's okay," I whispered, rubbing my hands up and down her back.
"I ha-have so much ac-acne," She sobbed out. I frowned as she cried into my shoulder. "I fu-fucking hate my face," She whispered into me. I frowned, pulling her away from me.
"Y/N, you're gorgeous," I whispered. She shook her head. I shook my head, pulling her back into me as she cried.
Yeah, her acne was bad. But it wasn't horrible. She always did such a good job of pretending that she didn't care. Always making jokes about it, pretending like it really didn't bother her. I had no idea she hated it this much. It looks fine, she still looks as beautiful as ever.
"I hate it E, I hate my skin," She whispered. I shook my head as she grabbed onto the front of my t-shirt. "I want it to go away," She whispered. I pulled away from her and looked at her,
"Wanna know something?" I asked quietly. She didn't respond and instead stared at her leg, thrown over mine. "Yesterday, I was looking at you, and I really noticed it yesterday," I said. She sighed, a tear hitting my arm.
"That's fucking great," She muttered. I sighed, shaking my head.
"I thought it was cute," I admitted. She frowned at me. "I'm not just saying that I really did, your scars, they look like... freckles," I said slowly. She rolled her eyes.
"Shut up," She said. I sighed, shaking my head. "Ethan, you don't have to make me feel better, nothing you say is gonna make me change the way I see myself," She said quietly. I sighed, wrapping my arms around her.
She started crying again into my shoulder and I rubbed up and down her arms. God, she was so pretty, why couldn't she just see that. "You're beautiful," I whispered to her. She just cried even harder.
"It fucking hurts," She sobbed. I closed my eyes. "It hurts to touch my face, it physically hurts, Ethan," She cried. I sighed holding her tight against me.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, lying back into her pillows, holding her against me. She fell on top of me, wrapping her arms around my waist, as she cried harder into my chest, I sighed, untangling her hair with my fingers. I looked up from her as Gray walked into the room.
"What the fu-" I cut him off, putting a finger to my lips. She was drifting off to sleep. She needed it, she'd been up all night. He shut his mouth, eyebrows raised. I sighed and he nodded, walking out of her room.
I waited as her breathing slowed and I could hear her sobs fading away. Her breaths softened as she fell against me and I smiled, kissing the top of her head. I moved her onto the pillow next to me, throwing the sheets over her as I got up. I smiled down at her before walking out of her room and into the kitchen.
"Yo," I said, leaning against the counter as Grayson turned from the stove, turning it off. I grabbed an apple, taking a bite out of it.
"Are you two like-?" Gray cut himself short, not finishing his question. I raised my eyebrows. "You like a thing now?" He asked, a smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
"I wish," I said quietly. "I think we need to take her to a dermatologist or something," I said. Grayson raised his eyebrows.
"Bro, it's not that bad, she looks-" I cut him short.
"I know she looks perfect but she hates it Gray," I said, my voice rising. Grayson flipped his pancake one last time. "I went to wake her up and she was so upset over it, she got no sleep last night," I told him. Grayson sighed, leaning against the counter, arms crossed.
"Why does it bother her so much?" He asked. I shook my head and went to throw out the core of my apple. "I- okay, I'll make an appointment once where we go opens," He said. I nodded.
"I wish she'd realize she was so perfect," I muttered, turning the coffee machine on. Grayson grabbed his mug and his plate of pancakes, walking out of the kitchen.
"Maybe you need to show her."
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"Hey," I said quietly as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She smiled, sitting up in bed. I handed her the mug if coffee I'd made just in time. She took it, holding it in her lap.
"What time is it?" She asked, voice raspy. I checked my phone and smiled at her.
"Almost noon," I said softly. She nodded, taking a sip of her coffee. We were silent for a moment. I sat there next to her on her bed, watching her sip her coffee.
"I'm sorry about earlier, that was-" I cut her short.
"You look beautiful," I whispered. She smiled, shaking her head, She looked down at the mug, tracing the rim with her fingertips. "You are," I said again. Y/N just smiled, shaking her head.
"Oh, Ethan, you're so sweet, but-" But I cut her off as I pressed my lips to hers. I pulled away and her eyes went wide and she opened them. I gave her a small smile before sitting back. Y/N stared at the wall, a blank expression on her face. I sighed.
"I know, I know we're best friends and you live with us and everything but I- I really fucking like you, okay?" I asked. She just stared at me. "I- want to show you how perfect you are, how much I like you," I said. She nodded slowly.
"But, Ethan," She started. "My face."
"It's fucking perfect."
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AN// i know this isn't sad, but its something i deal with and it, oh my its hard. i know all of you are my sweet little angels, but please, never ever make fun of someone's acne. they can't control it and it really fucking hurts. i love you all so so much<3
