where the water meets the moon | e.d.

sixty-four

ethan

august 18

after kendall left, it was slightly hard to get evan to talk to addy again. he's still hesitant about her now, but they seem to be back to normal for the most part. he just can't really look at the both of us standing next to each other.

turns out, i don't mind PDA that much. i was just with the wrong person, because nearly everyday addy has to pry me off of her and threaten to hit me with her fishing pole. it's a running joke now.

the last 24 days have been filled with the most boring research, conclusions, and writing our essay papers. obviously we didn't make a groundbreaking discovery, and i think the lab knew that. they just wanted to give us the experience.

but for that, i'm grateful.

because i don't think i've ever fallen in love as fast as i did with addison. just haven't gotten the chance to tell her. i want to wait until we're not in the middle of the ocean.

three lousy months and that's all it took.

i shake my head with a laugh as i think about it, just starting to finish up the concluding paragraph to my paper. we all took turns using the computer, and they made me go last since they knew i'd procrastinate it too much. we get off in two hours and i'm still not done.

"what're you laughing at?" addy enters the research room, two diet root beers in hand as she looks at me with teasing, narrowed eyes.

"the fact that you're still not over here," i tilt my head as i say in a jokingly serious manner.

she grins, walking over and placing the two sodas on the table craning her neck to see what i've written.

"here," i begin to say, keeping my eyes locked on the computer as i pull her waist down with one arm.
"sit on my lap until i finish."

she does, letting out a content sigh as her head lolls into the crook of my neck, her back against my chest. my arms reach around her as i continue to type out random things just so i can say i'm done.

"that's definitely not what capricious means, babe," she furrows her eyes at my screen and leans in to see it better.

"it means what i want it to mean," i say.

"got it. you're the king of the world, we know."

i laugh, typing the very last sentence of my essay and saving the google doc. the portable wifi was starting to run out and get slow, so i stopped caring at around the opening paragraph.

"ready to go home?" she whispers.

"i'm ready to be back in my own bed, yes," i nod.

we have until the start of the new school year to settle in back into our old lives, and i have a feeling i'll probably be spending every spare minute with addy.

funny thing is, neither of us have mentioned a whole lot to our parents about each other. of course there's been the occasional story or picture, but not much else. i was going to send a bulky envelope, but she told me to wait so we can explain in person.