The Bad Boy's Weakness

14- Timing

"Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own." ~ Robert A. Heinlein

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"Ethan, what are you doing here?" I ask, annoyance laced in my tone. His hair is pushed back perfectly, revealing his blue eyes.

"I texted about four times last night. I want to talk to you." He respond. He does the same thing all the time. Every time when I let him in and we have a moment it leads right back to this.

"Come on in." I say and he walks in. I released a soft sigh then closes the door behind him.

"I was just about to eat. Do you want anything?" He nods and I grab two dishes instead of one. He sits in the sofa while I'm in the kitchen attending to the food. I hold tightly to the kitchen island, closing my eyes and trying to picture the worst possible outcome of him being here tonight. The microwave goes off bringing me out of my thoughts. Should I set the table!? Or we can eat in the sofa? Thoughts floods my mind, it's as if I want this to be perfect.

"Um, where do you want to eat? I ask bringing his attention from his phone to me.

"Where were you going to eat?" Question cannot answer question, my mind scream! I compress my natural response and answer his question directly.

"I was going to watch Netflix while eating."

"We'll do that then." He says, before looking back at his phone.

"What were you planning on watching?" Ethan ask when I return with our now microwave dinner.

I had originally intend on watching the two parts for the romance movie, "To All The Boys I've Loved Before". Watching them with myself was cool but to watch them with Ethan? I fear it would set a mood that I am trying to avoid so instead, I lie and immediately regrets my response.

"Conjuring".  Wait what? Am I really this stupid? I'm not a fan of horror movies. I've never fully watched a horror movie mainly because I wouldn't be able to sleep for nights. You could have said an action movie or a comedy, but you chose an horror movie! My mind screams making me feel sorry for myself. Great, great, just great.

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We ate in silence while watching the movie. My heart continuously skip beats from the different traumatic movie scenes. It prevents me from eating because every time I take a bite of my food I felt the urge to barf.

"Are you trembling?" Ethan ask looking at my terrified body intensely. I'm embarrass to admit that the movie is scaring the hell out of me so I told another lie.

"Yeah, I'm cold. I'm gonna go grab a sweater." I say getting up immediately without thinking twice.

I swear I got wings at this moment because I flied up the stairs. I guess it's one of those moments when our adrenaline kicks in. I go directly to the bathroom looking in the mirror at my now terrified self. I already feel scared being in my own room and to make it worse, my mom won't be coming home tonight. I'm doom! I say on my bed and cry my eyes out. It's like I have a phobia that brings about fear for horror movies.

"Liz?" I hear my name, I look up to see Ethan standing at my door.

"Oh, Ethan." I say trying to hide my tears. "What are you doing up here?"

"To check on you. It's been 20 minutes and that's an awful a lot of minutes to grab one sweater." I honestly didn't realize that I've been up here for so long.

"Are you crying?" He asks stepping closer.

"....what? Me crying? No." I say, wishing he didn't come up here. The tears stream harder as he steps closer and closer to me.