i'll be good // e.d

16. trophies

^song : slow dancing in the dark / joji

ethans pov
8:24am

my hands rested across my chest, going up and down as i breathed. the ceiling fan spun, blowing a cold breeze over my face.

lanas soft breathing was what i concentrated on. her face was nuzzled next to my bicep. her hands wrapped under her neck. her legs rested next to mine. she always slept so perfectly.

last night was different than all the other times.

it was more real than i could have ever imagined.

but there was still lingering questions in the air. i was going to talk to her about them today. i was going to try to a least.

she was all i needed and wanted in life. she still is.. and i'm determined to not let her get away

i love her so much

after about 30 minutes of watching the ceiling fan and thinking. she stirred next to me. rubbing her eyes she propped herself up and smiled down at me.

"hi"

"morning" my gaze shifted to her. her black hair was messily framing her face. her chest fully exposed

she leaned down to my shoulder and kissed it ever so softly..

"we need to talk" i managed

"i know" she gently laid back down and rested her hand on my chest

i let her wake up a little bit more before suggesting my next idea

"breakfast at ruby's?" a small dinner down the street from my house.

she nodded and hummed a 'mhm'

i pulled the sheets from my body and grabbed the boxers that were tossed next to my bed and slipped them on. she stayed in bed and nuzzled her face into my pillow. she smiled and pulled it closer to her

"what" i laughed and pulled the curtains open, letting the sun light in. it spread rays across the floor. letting the particles in the air dance together.

"smells like you" she was always obsessed with the way i smelled

i smiled at her and bent down to her face. gently kissing the top of her forehead

"i'm going to shower"

"okay"

lanas pov

i watched ethan walk out of the room. he softly closed the door behind him. his footsteps slowly becoming less audible.

i pushed the sheets off my bare body and looked for my clothes

in a soaking wet heap on the floor.

gross

i slid ethans closet doors open and pulled a white t shirt off the hanger and found a pair of boxers in the dresser drawer.

after getting somewhat dressed i pulled the black sheets back over the bed and tucked them
into place. setting the pillows back up and adjusted the blanket. i hated an unmade bed.

i sat on the edge of the bed and looked around ethans room. this was only the 2nd time i've been here. his room wasn't boring but it wasn't 'decorated' either.

beside his bed, a small white nightstand was topped with a lamp, a box of tissues, a lighter and his and my phone. his desk was mess. papers layered the top but his books were lined neatly on the wall. a matching black dresser stood by the door. picture frames of him, grayson, cameron and his parents were lined up.

i got up to take a closer look. towards the very back was a frame that was flipped down, i picked it up. a picture of me and ethan playing hockey a few years ago. we were both in all our gear, sticks in hand and huge smiles on our faces. we had just won national championship for our travel team.

his hockey trophies were arranged neatly on the shelf above. he won all of those with pride. he has such a deep love for hockey. a robe and a few belt hung on the back of the back. his tv was at the end of his bed. flat on the wall. pictures of his old hockey teams lined the  grey wall next to his bed. his shoes orderly under the bed. he was always a neat person and i loved that about him

just as i was done admiring his room, the door swung open and ethan appeared. making me jump slightly.

a towel wrapped around his wait. his hair matted to his forehead. he smiled at me

"your wearing my clothes"

"mine are.. gross." i gestured to the heap on the floor.

he chuckled and walked over to the closet. pulling out a long sleeve and grabbed a pair of jeans, boxers and socks from the dresser

"we can stop at your house"

"that'd be good" i watched him get dressed. he really was amazing to look at.

9:46am

ethan pulled into my driveway and i told him i'd be right back. he waited in the car and smiled at me

i was nervous for the next few hours.. the last time we talked it didn't go very well.

i turned the key on my front door and made my way up the steps. it was cold in my house. it always was though, so it wasn't much surprise

i opened a few drawers and pulled out a pair of jeans and a took a sweater off the hanger in my closet. after tying the laces on my shoes, i brushed my hair out and put it into a bun. pulling a few strands out to frame my face.

the cold morning air swarmed me as i walked back to the car.

"ready?" he asked as i slid into the warmth of his car

"yes"

with that he backed out and sped off.