(y/n pov)
The next morning, you drove to his house. You knew where he lived from all those months ago, even though it took you a few drives around his neighbourhood to get the house right. You sighed, parking your rental car in the driveway and walking to his doorstep. You knocked for a few minutes before a dishevelled Ethan answered.
"Ethan." He frowned.
"Y/N?" You nodded. "Look, we're not anything- I don't know what the fuck I'm doing-"
"I didnt want to be anything?" He sighed, rubbing his head. "Look, I don't think you're doing so good, but I feel like- like I owe it to you or something because you got me through some tough times in highsc-"
"You don't owe me anything."
"I know, it's just- I'm not gonna leave someone who clearly needs help." He ran a hand through his hair. "Can I come in?"
He shrugged but stepped aside. "Don't mind the mess." Mess was an understatement. You raised an eyebrow, walking in. "Sorry," He mumbled.
"Uh, it's alright." He pushed away some stuff and made room for you on his couch. You sat down.
"Uh, do you wanna drink something, or?"
"No, I'm okay." He nodded and rocked on his feet. He held up a finger.
"I'll go put on a shirt." You smiled and nodded at him. He came back moments later, dressed. "So."
"So." You sat in a complete awkward silence for a while. "What were you doing?" You asked.
"Would you believe me if I said cleaning?" You smiled.
"Need some help?" He shrugged and you got up. You helped him clean the living room before walking over to the kitchen. You sighed. "You drink at home too?" You asked.
"Yeah." You sighed, grabbing bottles to put in the trash. "You don't need to wipe it do-"
"It's okay," You said. He thanked you and went upstairs. You looked around. The place was starting to look much better. You called up for him. "Ethan!"
"Yeah?"
"Can I come up?"
"Uh, sure." You headed upstairs and were happy to see it was much better. "I don't sleep up here, I just use the couch so, I'm not up much." You nodded.
"Well, you have a bed for a reason." He shrugged. You smiled and stuck your hands in your pockets. "I have a question."
"If this is about Grayson, keep it to yourself." You shook your head.
"No- I was wondering if you had like- any family near you. Or like friends?" He shook his head. Right, he'd said he'd moved away from everyone. "Just me then?"
"You?"
"Aren't we friends?" He shrugged. "I let you spend the night at my house." A little smile found his lips.
"Yeah, I guess." You smiled and picked up a few protein bar wrappers, crumpling them up in your fists.
"You know, all of this isn't gonna do much if you're drinking like 5 litres of beer and 7 of vodka a day." He rolled his eyes.
"I don't drink vodka." You smiled and threw them out. "Thanks, by the way."
"You've said that like ten times in the past hour," You said, shaking your head. "Now what?" He shrugged.
"You're the one who came- what'd you come for?" You paused. You didn't really know. You'd just woken up and decided to come see him. And you did.
"I don't know," You sighed. He stared at you, arms crossed. "Well, do you have plans for today?" He shook his head.
