[ 𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗 ]
wan·der·lust
/ˈwändərˌləst/
noun
a strong desire to travel.
marley and ethan never payed close attention to one another until they are forced to edit each other's writings.
when they become close, will everything stay on tr...
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𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝| 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜
THIRD PERSON
over the weekend, madison started to reveal things to marley about ethan.
like how he, grayson, and gregory made a bet to see who could take kate ryan's virginity first. ethan won.
or who could hookup with the most people in one month. ethan won.
marley couldn't help but wonder if that's what was happening with her.
she ignored ethan's countless texts.
MY BOY wyd today
MY BOY we can go somewhere or hang out a mine
MY BOY marley?
MY BOY i can see you reading them mars
MY BOY what did i do
she didn't even bother to open the ones she got on sunday, or monday morning. and when ethan came to pick her up for school she had already left with madison.
marley was at her locker socializing with people, talking about due dates, sharing the homework answers.
ethan came up to her and rested his body on the locker beside hers. "is everything okay?"
she glanced at him and then went back to digging in her belongings.
"marley what the fuck." she winced at his harsh attitude. "tell me what i did."
"you know ethan," she never made eye contact, "i don't know what's happening between us and it's really confusing me. i didn't know what kind of person you were until it was made clear to me and now i don't think this is working out."
"bullshit." he hit his fist against the locker making her flinch. "don't believe everything you hear. have i ever done anything to hurt you?"
she shook her head. "exactly. i'm here for you and i really like you. i've never taken anyone to the waterfall, not even grayson. i wouldn't ask to hang out with you everyday if i wasn't serious about you. i'm completely infatuated with you and only you."
she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into an embrace. "sorry." marley whispered to him.
"it's okay, doll."
—
everyone was already seated at the lunch table except marley.
even thought the encounter this morning ended off on a good note, marley was still on edge.
after too long had passed ethan shot her a text.
MY BOY where are you
MARLEY GRIFFIN school
MY BOY you know what i meant
MY BOY why aren't u at the table
MARLEY GRIFFIN no comment
MY BOY oh really?
MARLEY GRIFFIN yes
MY BOY i know you're in the library
MARLEY GRIFFIN pshhh no
MY BOY cya in a minute
ethan made his way to the school library and found marley eating green apple slices and reading.
he sat down in the chair across from her as she kept her nose in the book. his hands held up his head as he stared at her.
marley lifted her head up. "can i help you?"
ethan stole an apple slice from the container. "did you not believe me?"
"i haven't decided yet." he let out a frustrated groan in response to her words.
[ after school ]
ethan took marley to a pizza place to get her mind off the day's earlier events.
they divided the pizza down the middle; one side extra cheesy and one side pineapple.
"i don't understand how you eat that plain ass pizza." he said, sliding into the booth.
marley laughed at his comment. "and i don't understand how you put fruit on your pizza! pizza isn't meant to be sweet."
"who said that?" she pointed her finger at herself, biting into a slice.
after they sat in a comfortable silence, ethan made eye contact with his favorite girl.
"so.. madison told you that stuff?"
marley rolled her eyes. "is this why you brought me here?"
"no, no!" ethan said, defensively. "it was said about me, so i'm going to be curious."
"yes, madison told me that stuff. but apparently i'm the only one who's blind and had no idea." marley swirled the straw in her cherry coke.
ethan let his thoughts get the best of him. what if marley thought different of him now? what did this mean for their relationship? do they even have a relat-
"ethan!" marley hit her hand on the table. "i've called your name like four thousand times."
"sorry, sorry-"
marley started gathering their stuff and walking to the exit of the pizza parlor. "wait mars, where are you going?"
"i'm doing what you do: abruptly gathering our things and taking you somewhere."
