The Love House

The Love House: Chapter 17

So you may have noticed my not so brief break from writing but I have been busy.. Super busy! I have school and a maybe new boyfriend. I'm on vacation right now. Plus I have been reading some books myself. So I thought. Why not upload a chapter? And then I was like "that's not even long enough. They've been waiting forever." And here I am writing a THIRD chapter in one day because I love you all so much. :*

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Ellie's POV:

Me and Damen are laying in the living room stuffed from dinner, and I'm not so discreetly laughing at his face.

I've forced him to stay in the living room with me and watch none other than The Notebook. Yes okay? I'm that cliche girl.

He is making the most funniest confused and disgusted faces I have ever witnessed.... And we're only a few minutes in.

"I just don't get why girls like this so much. What guy is really going to climb a Ferris wheel for a chick?"

I scoff. "That's why we love it so much. Boys suck. But guys in movies are gentleman, that will do anything for a girl."

He just rolls his eyes in response.

"And they really had to pull his pants down like that?! What a bitch."

I laugh. That kind of was true though, even though it's adorable.

Through the beginning of the movie he makes comments about everything, but through the middle I knew he was actually getting into it because his eyes were glued to the tv, and his comments came to a stop.

Is it even possible not to get into The Notebook?

By the time Noah and Allie (as an old couple) dance for those five minutes and then she forgets again because of her Alzheimer's, I see a tear fall from his face.

He looks my way quickly to see if I saw and wipes it as fast as he can. I chuckle on the inside.

When the movie ends, he announces, "Well that was the stupidest movie I've ever seen."

I just roll my eyes, not going to put down his ego.

I reach over to grab the remote off the end table and turn the tv off. Then sit back.

There's a silence, and I don't really know if it's an awkward silence or not because to me I make everything awkward.

He looks off into the distance but he must have been looking at Aaron's door because a second later he turns to me and says, "I didn't know you had a brother."

"Neither did I." I respond.

"What do you mean?" He sounds confused.

"It's a long story."

He glances at the clock.

"It's only 8." he says with a hopeful smile and tone that says 'I've got time.'

I give him a glare but decide to tell him anyway.

"Well my dad.." Then I notice I'd have to tell him all my backstory for it to make sense. I don't know how to talk about feelings to people.

"Maybe I should just not." I say awkwardly.

"I'm not going to force you to tell me anything El, just really wanted to know is all."

Even though the boy has drove me nuts in a span of less than 24 hours, I decide I should tell him. No one here knows and I should get it off my chest.

"My Dad." I think about what I should say after that.

"He was a good dad. He played football with me in the backyard all the time. he taught me how to ride my bike. Oh! And he taught me how to tie too." I almost start crying already but take a couple breaths and continue on.

"Well one day he just didn't come back from work..ever." I pause again. Letting it settle in my mind. I think he knows this is hard for me, so after a couple moments I feel a hand grab mine reassuringly. I smile softly and move on.

"Mom and I tried our best alone. We never knew if he was missing or murdered or just didn't....want us." That's when I feel my voice crack and a tear falls.

"Well just the other day this little boy was sitting in my house with this lady, I think her name was Lisa. He told me I was his sister and can I just say I thought this little kid was psycho. Then Lisa told me he was an orphan now and that they figured out his father...was..well... He was mine too." He squeezes my hand hard and I know he gets how hard this is.

"I still don't know if that clarifies anything though. Did he cheat on my mom? Did he die after? Is he still alive? Did he really not like me that much?" I go into hysterics on the last part and can't continue.

Damen knows there won't be any continuing of the story and pulls me into a very warm and comfortable hug. I cry for a while, soaking his shirt with my salty tears. I don't know how long I've been there crying but he never failed to stop rubbing his hand soothingly on my back. And I think he even kissed my forehead once. I'm not even sure though.

I feel myself drifting off in his arms and sit up.

"I'm sorry." I say after sitting for a few moments in silence looking down.

"Hey." he pulls my head up a bit. "don't be sorry. I'm so glad you told me. This only brings us closer." he pats my hand and I try and smile.

"I don't want to break any boundaries with you, but I'm really scared and don't really want to sleep by myself upstairs." I say timidly.

He smiles and even giggles a bit.

"It's alright. Friends." he then pulls me in and I fall asleep on his wet half cut T shirt on my couch for the night. If Casper made an appearance, I wouldn't know. I slept through the whole night.