lemonade | ethan

forty four

devon's pov

i stare at the blisters on my feet from dancing in heels all night. i catch a glimpse of my hands shaking, like i was so unbelievably nervous for such a small reason.

i was nervous because i saw sonny and ethan run into the bathroom. because something that was my idea, may have ruined a perfectly good friendship.

i couldn't get a word out of clayton. it's like he was broken. like he couldn't even speak, nor look at me. like it was my fault this was happening. i felt horrible. i should've never told him to do it. i just thought confessing would work, because it worked for ethan and i.

sometimes, things aren't that easy though.

i stood there for almost an hour. waiting for someone to come out of that bathroom. i couldn't hear anything happening on the other side.

i just convinced myself that it would be better not to anyway. i'm sure clayton told sonny this whole thing was my idea, and i'm sure sonny is now telling ethan.

do you think ethan would be upset with me? because i encouraged this?

no, it's not a wrong thing to do. clayton shouldn't hide his feelings.

but... sonny clearly isn't happy. and if he isn't happy, ethan isn't happy.

i sighed, leaning my head against the wall as i stared at the ceiling. "you're overthinking again." i tell myself.

i start to feel tired, my feet aching. i shut my eyes for a second, feeling more relaxed now while crossing my arms.

suddenly, the bathroom door opens. i straighten my posture, letting my arms fall to my side. ethan opens the door, at first not even noticing i was there.

he looks up from the floor and into my eyes. he was always hard to read, but i could tell he was stressed, tired, and... sad.

i didn't say anything. his eyebrows furrowed slightly at the sight of me, leading me to think he probably wasn't at all happy with me. a look that could've asked 'what are you doing here?'

"do you want me to take you home?" i asked in a quiet tone. i hugged my arms, shielding myself from the thrust of wind coming from the entrance doors.

he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "you don't have a car."

i smiled lightly. "i can get one."

i motioned for him to follow me as i walked back to the dance. i didn't ask about sonny. i know him, i know sonny needs his alone time for now.

as i approached my parents, i discreetly tapped my dad on the shoulder. he turn around, a confusion expression on his face. "can i take your car?" i ask. he looks behind to see ethan standing there. ethan weakly smiles at him.

without questioning, my dad digs through his pockets and hands me the keys. "be safe." he sternly tells me.

"i will." i reply, taking the keys and turning around to walk out the door. wait... did he mean.. that kind of safe?

i turn around to look at my dad as he watches us walk away. he gives that infamous wink and thumbs up. i chuckle, rolling my eyes.

ethan and i leave the venue together, as we walk to my parents car. i struggle looking for it as i both, hugged my arms and pointed the key in different directions in the parking lot.

i bite my lip, easing the temptation to shiver or teeth chatter. i didn't want ethan to give up his jacket. though, i wasn't confident he even would with his unreadable expression. he seemed occupied, like something was clearly on his mind.