Let Yourself Fall // sequel to My Ethan Karpathy

Chapter 64.

CATS POV:

I don't know how Chris knows, but I know 100% that it wasn't me. Brai's keeping a lot of things quiet about me, so I will do the same. I don't like him being mad at me, I feel like I've lost my best friend. I guess in a way, he is my best friend. I don't understand why I feel so upset, I just kind of do. I sit back down on the couch and flick over to my recordings. I find a movie and only half watch it through all my thoughts. Brai's almost always over here, the house feels empty without him.

About an hour later, I hear a small knock on my door. I know my parents aren't getting home until much later, so I'm confused at who it could be. I open it slowly to see a guilty looking Brai standing there, staring at the ground and shuffling his feet.

"Look, Cat. Im sorry, can I come in?" He asks. Usually he would just barge in without any warning.

"Yeah, whatever." I sigh, letting him in. I close the door behind him as he just kind of stands there awkwardly. I walk past him back into the lounge room and he slowly follows me.

"Cat, I'm so sorry for yelling at you. I was just angry, and I know you didn't tell. So, I'm sorry of accusing you of that." he apologises, scratching the back of his neck.

"Look, it's fine. Can I ask how he found out?" I ask as he breathes a heavy sigh of relief.

"Thank god, and he saw me and Paisley hug outside his house" he explains, then his eyes go wide.

"Why were you with Paisley?" I ask, a confused expression on my face.

"She was. She-she-z" he stutters, not knowing how to cover.

"She was upset and I saw her. I sat with her in the park for a while and took her home." he says, obviously leaving something out.

"I thought you were supposed to be getting over her." i accuse, sitting down.

"I was, but she was crying. I wanted to be a good friend." he defends himself.

"Okay, sure." i sigh, glueing my eyes back on the TV.

"Ooh, Twilight." he observes, watching with me. I swear this entire movie is just people staring across the room at each other. I'm just glad everything's back to normal again.

PAISLEYS POV:

"Two days." I sigh, staring at the wall. I know Ethan was awake because he nuzzled himself further into my neck, giggling through his nose a bit.

"And everything's going to be okay. Sob story, remember?" He says sleepily.

"I know. It's going to work. It has to work." I reply, grabbing his hand which is still on my stomach. I turn over and bury myself into his chest. His shirt smells clean, fresh and amazing.

"And if it doesn't, you just let me take care of it." he says over my shoulder, yawning a little.

"I love you." I whisper into his shirt.

"I love you too." he replies, stroking my hair.

It starts to get really warm, so we both kick off the covers at the same time. I lay away from him to avoid body heat. We have the heaters set for 8-9:00 every morning and neither one of us know how to change it.

"You're so beautiful." he says, brushing my cheek with two fingers.

"And you're sexy as fuck." I laugh, making him smile.

"Yeah, but not as sexy as you, ayy?" He teases, poking me in the shoulder.

"Nah, your far sexier."

"Actually, you're right. I am." he grins, laughing at his own joke. I just roll my eyes and go to sit up. I am stopped by an arm blocking me.

"You're not going anywhere until you kiss me." Ethan says, still smiling at me.

"Yeah I am." I say, trying to keep the smirk off my face.

ETHANS POV:

She is the sexiest, sassiest, cutest thing I've ever seen. She's like a little bundle of perfection and she's all mine.

"Yeah I am." she says, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

She jumps right over me and lands half on the bed, half on the floor. Her legs are hanging over my stomach as her hands try and pull her all the way to the floor. I grab her legs, and all her efforts fail to move any further. Those shorts are pretty short, and there's some nice views just about now. For fucks sake, Ethan. She's already pregnant.

"Stop staring at my ass." she laughs, catching me off guard.

"Sorry, I'm just counting down the minutes before I can get my hands on it." I say, Paisley still struggling her arms around.

"You could be counting a while." she laughs. She gives her legs one big kick and I let go, sending her flying. Her legs flip over the top of her and she lands on her back, laughing at the ceiling. I jump off the bed by instinct to make sure she's okay, but she definitely is.

"That was mean." she giggles.

"Are you okay?" I laugh, trying to sound like I actually care though.

"I'm fine." she says, sitting up.

"Well that worked." she groans, propping herself up on her arms.

"My, my, what a fine ass you have there? How much is it worth?" I ask. She seemed to get what I was implying and just smiled.

"You can have it." she smirks.

I press my lips to hers and place one of my hands on the small of her back. She cups my face with one hand and places one on my shoulder. I lay her back down on the floor and flip us over so she's on top. She grabs a fistful of the bottom of my shirt and drags it up a bit. She places that hand on my bare stomach, sending shivers down my spine. My hands instantly travel down her back to her bum. She's got the best ass in the history of the world, there's no denying that. Everything about her is just pure perfection, I will never get over it. Ever. I am 150% in love with her. Her lips, her smile, her teeth, her hair, her face, her eyes, her stomach, her skin, her fingers, her ass, her legs, her feet, the way her nose twitches when she's smiling, the way her eyes light up when she sees me or gets an idea, the way she eats chips with only two fingers, the way she speaks, the way she blinks, the way she walks, the way she kisses, her dreams, her fears, her ideas, her laugh, her tears, her emotions.

Absolutely everything. It's just her.