Desperado

part 8

"ethan?"

"oh my gosh elena" he wraps his arms around me. i hug him back as he tightens his grip, "what are you doing here, in new york?"

i pull out of his hug and admire him. it's been so long since i've seen him

"i- i came to visit a friend" i can't tell him about the kids being missing. he loves them so much

"who?"

"my friend madison, we um, we met at a club" i fake a smile, "how did you recognize me?"

he furrows his brows, "how could i not?"

i point to my hair, and he chuckles. "i've known you for 8 years i think i can recognize you even with a different hair color"

"really?" that's not good

he sees that i'm upset about it, "no no no, i mean like maybe since we use to be close i recognize you but maybe other people won't"

"are you sure" i smile, his smile is so contagious

"yes, are you with joey?" he ask

"um no, i came alone"

"oh" he pauses, "well do you want to go out for some dinner or something? on me of course. to just catch up, you know?"

"ethan, i would love too"

"great, um how about i pick you up?"

"okay" i smile

"i'll text you then" he says

"i got a new number so" i pull my phone out and give it to him, he adds himself as a contact and gives me my phone back

"i'll see you at 7"

"see you at 7" i say before hugging him one more time

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i wrap the towel around my wet body and step out of the shower. i wait to dry up a little before i walk out

i'm kinda nervous for tonight. i havent seen ethan in 5 years. should i tell him about what's happening? maybe he can help me? but i don't want him to have to worry about me anymore

i open the bathroom door and walk out, madison is in the kitchen with her phone in her hand

"hey elle" she looks up at me, "what time is this boy picking you up at again?"

"7" i remind her

"can i pick out your outfit, pleaseeee" she drags

"fine" i give in, i know she wouldn't stop until i let her

we go into my room, my eyes go straight to the big window. it's dark outside and the city lights are beautiful

"isn't it beautiful?" she catches me staring at it

"yes, i don't think i'll ever get over it"

she opens the closet door and i stand next to her. she skims through the perfectly hanged clothes and pulls out a black dress

"a dress?" i raise my brow

"it's not bad! it's just kinda short" she holds it up

it's just a plain black dress, i tilt my head to the side. "i feel like it's too much, he's probably going to wear jeans and a shirt"

"okay then" she puts the dress back and gives me a pair of black leggings with a white top, "how about this?"

"black leggings on a date?"