Blue | E.D

5. Sweet Dreams, Blue

The boy next to me parked his car outside a big looking house in a very nice neighbourhood. I had suspected all along he had grown up in a perfect house with perfect family in a perfect neighbourhood— my predictions seemed to be right.

"Typical." I mumbled quietly, about to reach for the door handle when the door flew open. I furrowed my eyebrows, looking up to see the boy standing in front of me with a cheeky grin. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help the small blush that was creeping onto my face, then got out.

He smiled at me before shutting the door. I stood awkwardly and watched as he began heading towards the house. I felt the urge to just turn around and run, but then I felt a hand rest against my lower back, causing me to jump.

The boy looked at me cautiously. "Uh, sorry." He said awkwardly, noticing my discomfort of the feeling of him touching me. "Come on, let's go inside." He nodded his head towards the large house in front of us, making sure to keep a good distance between us.

I swallowed, nodding my head and keeping my head down. We walked up the driveway and stood in front of the front door. He shoved his hand into the back pocket of his jeans and retrieved a key. He stuck the key into the lock and twisted it, opening the door.

The boy turned to me. "Just try not to make much noise. My brother is asleep— but I don't think that'll be much of an issue, considering you've barely spoken two words since we left the gas station." He chuckled towards the end. I just silently glared at him.

I followed closely behind as he led me through his nice home. Everything was to perfection, clean and spotless— as I expected it to be. He guided me up the stairs and placed a finger against his lips, signalling for me to be quiet.

I nodded my head and he led me down the hall and towards the last door of the hallway. "Go inside and make yourself comfortable, I'm just gonna check to see if my brother is asleep." He whispered, gesturing for me to go inside his bedroom, I'm presuming.

I grabbed the handle and twisted it as he made his way to the room directly across from his. I opened his bedroom door and walked inside, shutting the door behind me. I walked further inside the room, looking around.

His room was quite big. The walls were painted white and various amount of photos and awards were hung up. There was a king sized bed, a walk in closet with an ensuite bathroom connected to it, a dresser and a tv.

I walked over towards his dresser, gazing over the various football awards and a photo of him and his family. I picked the frame up, a smile slowly creeping its away onto my lips. The photo showed five people; his mother, his father, his sister and what looked to be his twin brother. They were literally identical.

I picked up the next picture frame on his dresser. It was a photo of him wearing a football jersey— it looked to be straight after a game. His hair was hanging over his forehead and he had a big smile on his face, holding up some sort of trophy. Clearly he was good at football.

"Having fun?" A voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I dropped the frame down on the dresser and quickly turned around, revealing him standing at the door way, his shoulder resting against the door frame.

I cleared my throat. "Sorry, that was— I was being nosy." I stuttered.

He chuckled at my stuttering and nervous state. "Don't worry about it." He walked further into the room and shut his bedroom door. "You like football?" He asked, referring to how I was snooping through this football awards and medals.

"I..uh—no, I don't know how to play." I mumbled.

"You ever played before?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I've never played anything." I looked away from him.

I heard him clear his throat and head towards his closet. He rummaged through the drawers and pulled out a pair of grey sweatpants and a white shirt, then a pair of socks. He walked towards me and held the clothes out for me to take.

"What are you doing?" I furrowed my eyebrows, looking up at him finally.

He chuckled. "You can sleep in these tonight. Your clothes must be soaked from the rain." He said, a genuine smile on his face.

"No, really, it's fine—"

"I wasn't asking." He cut me off, handing his clothes to me before I could protest. "The bathroom is right through there, you can go change in there. You can throw your wet clothes in the laundry basket and I'll wash them tomorrow." He said, walking away from me.

I chewed on my lip as I made my way towards his bathroom. I set my things down on the closed toilet lid, then closed the door and made sure to lock it. I walked over towards the large mirror in front of the sink.

I slowly removed the hood from my face and stared at my reflection. My eyes widened as I gawked at the massive bruise forming on my
left cheek, under my eye. I brushed my fingers over it, causing me to wince. Wow, they really got me good.

I took my hair out of the sad excuse of a ponytail and tried to cover my face as best I could. I removed my wet clothes from my body and changed into his clothes. They smelled of cologne and laundry detergent. I smiled lightly.

I walked out of the bathroom and stopped dead in my tracks at the sight in front of me. The boy, whose named I learned was Ethan, was standing in the middle of the room with nothing on but black sweatpants, revealing a toned, tan stomach.

He must of noticed me staring because his eyes flickered over to me, a grin forming on his lips. I coughed awkwardly and looked down at my sock covered feet, until I realised he was walking over towards me.

"Sorry, I know they're big. They were the smallest ones I could find." He said, glancing down at the pair of sweatpants I was wearing. "Let me help you." He gently grabbed hold of the strings, causing me to flinch. He looked up, eyes full of concern and tied the string in a knot. "There." He whispered softly.

"You can take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch." Ethan said, picking up a shirt that was laying on the bed and put it on.

"You don't have to—"

"No protests." He cut me off. "Take the bed. Sweet dreams, Blue."