i'll be good // e.d

11. why?

^song : i'll be good/jaymes young (repeat, high recommended, play when you see #)

ethan's pov

2:30pm

i pulled into the wishing well parking lot. this was my usual liquor store. i knew the owner well and he had been selling to me since i was underage. just about all my best habits, alcohol, cigs, wraps. everything

i pulled the door open and the bell jingled. zach looked up from the counter.

"ethan! nice to see you."

"hey man." we always kept it casual

"whatcha need today."

"just picking up a twenty four pack."

"gotcha."

i picked up the box of coronas by the cut out handles and set it up on the counter. it was the only beer i've ever seen squish drink besides a blue moon every blue moon.

"can i also get two peach and two grape backwoods?"

zach nodded and pulled them out of the dispensers behind the counter.

"26.44"

i handed him a twenty and a ten and i received my change, zach put the backwoods into a brown paper bag and folding over the edge. i put the beers on my hip and grabbed the bag.

"thanks man, see you later." i said and he smiled going back to what he was previously doing.

bending down, i slid the box onto the leather front seat and dropped the bag into the glovebox for later.

2:57pm

she'd be here soon. i was still nervous as to what she wanted to talk about, it could be so many things. gray wasn't home so we'd be alone which i wanted, they were never that close anyways. i really like having her around again. i missed her so much and my feelings have stayed the same ever since i first developed them and if anything, they've only gotten stronger now that she's back. but i fucked up so much in the past.

i was lost in thought with the tv playing in the background as i heard her BMW rev up the drive way. my windows were open so I heard her pad up the concrete pathway. she knocked and i called that it was unlocked. she pushed it open and then pushed it shut with a click. i smiled up at her and she smiled back, kicking off her sandals and coming over.

she looked beautiful. her hair was braided in two french braids down her back, fly aways doing as they pleased. she had on dark wash jeans, ripped above her knees and a new york hoodie on. her readers perched on the middle of her nose. she was barefoot and her toe nail polish matched the paint on her finger nails. it was a deep blood red. it complemented her skin tone very well, most things did. a thought crossed my mind making me chuckle to myself

*
"lana come on, we have got to go!" i shouted up the stairs, ryan and grayson impatiently waiting by the door.

"coming!" she trotted down the hall and stood at the top of the stairs. she looked beautiful, all except thing.

i pushed my eyebrows together and looked at the guys, their expressions also concerned.

"the fuck are you wearing?" ryan questioned, his hands shoving into the back of his jeans pocket.

"what's wrong with it?" she asked, playing with the hem of her dress

"it's kinda horrifying." he said, apparently taking the words out of ryan's mouth

her lips moved to the side.

"go change." I said

"and hurry up butt!" ryan retorted as she walked back to her room.
*

mustard yellow t shirt dresses with ruffles on the sleeves were not her thing.

"how was class?" she swung her legs into my lap and i put my hands on her shins, running them up and down