His Addicting Love|| Ethan Dolan

Six

-Ashtyn

Ethan Dolan. I know I've heard the name. Some where...Definitely not from Grayson though.
As the not so strange stranger Ethan Dolan vanishes into the drowning crowd of partiers, I, in an odd way, miss him. I-I have no idea how but, I felt a connection when he spoke to me; like I was meant to meet him.
Still staring in the direction where the mysterious boy left from, I'm suddenly being grabbed by two large hands on my shoulders, scaring me half to death. I spin around, swinging my left hand with me and it connects with a familiar cheek.
    "Ow! What the hell was that for?" Grayson squeaks out, bringing his hand up to his cheek.
    "Oh my gosh, Grayson I'm so sorry! Five years of self defense classes under my belt, remember?" He rolls his eyes.
    "Yeah yeah, my fault, whatever." Then be giggles. "Anyway, sorry I took so long, whenever I got out of the bathroom, Abby and her group of friends pulled me aside to just catch up and I tried to leave back to you bu-" I cut him off with a hand up to his mouth to shush him.
    "Say no more, you're forgiven. " We both laugh. "Now can we just get outta here? I'm starting to feel a little tipsy from that first game of beer pong..." I rub my head to convince him that's why I want to leave.
    "Are you sure that's why you want to leave? I mean come on we haven't even been here that long!" Grayson whines.
    "Yes, Gray, my head hurts and I've already had the time of my life." I give him a genuine smile.
    The corners of his mouth lift as well. "Fine, I believe you. Let's get out of this hell hole."

    "I hate that you didn't get to me your dream guy tonight!" Grayson yells abruptly, startling me out of being half asleep, as he drives us home from the party.
    I smirk. "Who said I didn't?"
    His mouth drops immediately. "What! Why didn't you tell me this ages ago! I'm your best friend, I've got to know this stuff as soon as it happens!" He lectures me.
    "I didn't think you'd want to know!" I look over to his face, which is contorted into an angry, angry face. "Okay, Okay, Fine I'll spill!"
    Immediately, his face fades back into a pleased smile. "Thank you. Now spill every detail! I don't want to miss a single moment!"
    "Okay, well, it all started with the first moment of eye contact..." Then i proceeded to tell him the story. The only fib though was his name, and his description...which technically wasn't a fib if I didn't even say his name in general.
    "Oh, em, geeeee!" Grayson squeals on the couch back at the house.
    "Chill! It's not that big of a deal..." I try not to make it a big deal.
    "NOT A BIG DEAL?" He raises his voice. "Ashtyn, this boy is maaaajorly crushing on you!"
    I roll my eyes. "Maybe." I grin. "Now I'm going to beeeed!" I yell as I walk into my new and improved bedroom.

-Grayson

    Something about this guy seems suspicious. I don't know why but...I have a bad feeling about this. Just by how Ash described how he acted was...familiar. I don't want to do this but, I think I'm going to. It's just to protect her.
Stretching, I stand off the couch, 15 minutes after Ashtyn went to bed. I slowly and cautiously tip-toe to her new room, praying to Jesus that she's asleep. I reach her bed room door, and slowly stick my head around the door frame to peak into her room.
Thank God. She's asleep. Creepily, I walk past her bed where she lie counting sheep, and reach my destination: the night stand.
Unplugging it, I grab her phone. Ashtyn shuffles in bed to flip over and face me. I first freeze, then drop to the floor, and slide under the bed.
Startling me, she stands from the bed and walks out of the room to the kitchen. I'm holding my breath. I hear the kitchen sink run for a couple anxious seconds, then footsteps back towards the bedroom.
She walks in the room, sets the glass of water on the night stand, and gets comfortable back in bed. I can't believe she didn't see her phone was gone...
I wait a couple minutes for movement before sliding out from under the bed, but then once I do, I don't hesitate to run full blast out the door back to my bedroom.
Jumping on my bed giddily, I turn on her phone and type her password: 010103.
Now it's time to check this mystery guy's number out...