The boy who sneaks into my bedroom window-ETHMA

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"Guys!" I shouted causing my parents to stop arguing about whatever pathetic thing it was this time. My dad leant back into his chair after letting out a sigh and my mom smiled sympathetically at me. I scoffed. I didn't need shit all sympathy. 

"For just one second at least pretend like you love each other" I hissed and stormed out the door. 

I know I didn't have it that bad, at least I had both my parents, they just hate each other, or so it seems. When I was younger they were so in love, but ever since last year, there's been a lot more fights and I can't stand it. I haven't said anything because deep down I want to believe they love each other, I want them to stay together, but that's selfish of me.

You can't force love. It comes up to you and slaps you in the face when you least expect it, it'll scare the crap out off you and there won't be anything you can do about it. And when that person doesn't love you back, no matter how many things you buy them, or how many times you tell them, there will always be that small hole in your heart, where they left it open to walk right out of your life.

For me I've only ever loved one girl, and I know I'll never stop. But for my parents maybe they only fell in love for me. And now I'm grown up, there was no more love left to blind them from the truth: they don't love each other. 

Loves a funny thing in itself. It's true when they say it can make you do crazy things, hell I'd jump off a cliff if Emma said to. It blinds us from the painful reality of life, and that's why so many people love the idea of falling in love. It makes you feel like your on cloud 9 everyday, and even their smile can make your day. Their laugh makes you laugh and their tears make you cry, their words in print on your heart, and their touch is everlasting. Love is Love. At the end of the day you can't control how you feel. Whether boys love boys or girls love girls, or their best friends little sister, it's love. 

And as soon as Emma's eyes lock with myn as she swung her front door open I knew, I never want to stop loving her.

Emma

Ethan didn't say any fuckboy remarks after I let him in. In fact he didn't say anything he just sat down at the kitchen as I closed the door, and fiddled around with his dog tag. 

And for some reason it bothered me. I wanted him to smirk and tell me I look sexy today. I wanted him to kiss my cheek quickly like he always does when I answer the door. I wanted him to call me angel, baby, and every other name I hate him for calling me. 

But I didn't say anything. Instead I just sat next to him and rested my head on his shoulder, because it seemed like one of those days. 

He tensed immediately and I almost removed my head, but he soon relaxed again and rested his head on myn, letting out a sigh. 

"Are you okay" I said so quietly I was afraid I'd have to repeat myself, but he heard me. 

"Yeah" He whispered back to me and I frowned, not believing a word. 

"Ethan It's okay if your not" I said lifting my head, causing him to move his as well. 

"I'm angry" He said and I looked at him. "Why" I replied and he shook his head slightly then gulped looking at the ceiling, causing his Adam's apple to show clearly.

"I-" He starts but he doesn't continue so I just hug him. "Don't talk about it if you don't want to yet, It's okay" I said, squeezing his stiff figure as he never moved to hug me back. His eyes were watery and I could tell he was trying not to cry which made me want to cry for some odd reason. 

My hands rubbed his back and I felt my hand tingle as I touched him. I don't know why I felt so protective and possessive of him right now, but I did, so I brought him closer to me as if someone was going to swoop in and drag him away. I heard him sniffle, and my heart physically hurt in my chest when I saw him look so sad and empty. 

"Ethan" I said and my voice cracked. I sat up straighter and pulled him down onto me, where he finally caved and hugged me back like I was some sort of lifeline. His hands clung to my waist and he rested his head in my neck, I could feel the slight tickle of his warm tears on my skin. 

"Please don't cry E" I said and he shook his head against me. "I'm here, baby, it's fine" I said, blushing when I realised the pet name slipped out, but he instantly calmed down against me. 

"That's it baby, just take a deep breathe yeah, babe?" I said realising pet names had some effect on him.  He nodded his head and I gently scratched the back of his neck with my fingernails. "Lets go, c'mon" I told him slightly pulling away and taking his hand in myn. I walked us upstairs and laid down with him on my bed. 

"Can you say it again" I heard him mumble into the shirt I had on. "Say what, Ethan" I slightly smiled as I was happy to hear his voice. What was going on with me? 

"What you called me, please" His voice strained and I nodded. His hands tightened around my waist as he hugged it like a baby. Baby. I couldn't control how it slipped, but for some reason I liked it way better than Ethan.

"baby?" I questioned and he nodded his head. I felt my heart start to speed up and I felt like I was in a middle school dance. My nerves were poking through my skin and I was smiling brightly, but Ethan's hair became a little harder to play with as my palms began to get clammy. What was he doing to me? 

"baby, It's okay, I promise." I said and he nodded. 

"I'm your baby" He whispered with a voice crack and I snapped my head towards him. Was I meant to hear that? What the fuck does he mean he's myn? Myn? why do I like the sound of that? He looked so innocent and fragile that I guess bringing it up would be the wrong time to do so, so I stayed quite after that. 

"My parents" He said out the blue and I looked at him confused even though he couldn't see me. 

"There always fighting" He said and looked up at me, resting his chin and my stomach. I nodded slowly processing the information, then he continued. "I'm fed up of listening to them shout and cuss at each other constantly for almost a year now, In a way I want them to just admit they want a divorce, and that's it, then everything's settled, but I also don't want them too. I want them to love each other even though that's selfish of me." He finished and I was speechless. I rarely go to Ethan's house, but I would never have thought his parents were like this. 

"It's not selfish" I said looking at him. "I'd give anything to have parents who loved each other" I continued and he sat up a bit with a frown. "God, I'm so stupid, I'm sorry, I didn-" He started rambling but I shut him up by placing my hand over his mouth. "Ethan, One your not stupid, and you have nothing to be sorry for. I'm not offended by anything you said, like at all. And two, I'm just glad you told me. I'm sure it's very hard Ethan and if you need anything, at all, you can talk to me" I said and he seemed to relax a bit. 

"Right" He said and I could tell he was a bit embarrassed by the way his lip curved in slightly. Don't ask me how I know that, but I pay attention when it comes to Ethan. 

I smiled at him and he smiled back. "Can I stay here" He asked and I nodded "Always"