♡︎My problem now♡︎ (Crankiplier)

Part 5

I wake to Ethan jumping on my bed. I turn over so I'm lying face down into my pillow
"What is it?" I mumble
"I'm hungryyyyyy" he whined as he shook me violently
"Okay and?" I turn around and sit up lazily, lifting one eyebrow
"I don't know how to make food!" He sat on my knees so he was close to my face, his ice cold breath biting my neck. Blushing vigorously I look away from him, trying to ignore the fact the he was sitting on me.

"Fine!" I get up, I didn't want to but I needed him to stop sitting on me. The truth is... I'm bisexual, but apparently it is known to be wrong if your anything other than straight, so I had to pretend that I was straight. Or else-
"what are we having?" Ethan interrupts my thinking, 
"Whatever you want, and we need to talk about something while we eat... only if you want to though" I look at him to see if he was drained if happiness because he had to talk to me but... he looked relatively happy, maybe because he's getting food soon.

We sit at the breakfast table and the food that we want appears in front of us both, mine was pancakes and so was his.
"What sis you want to talk about?" Ethan asked as he poured gallons of golden syrup onto his pancakes
"I have a few things..."
"Go ahead" he urged
"I'll go through the rules first,
•you can't be anything other than straight, it is rumoured that they are sent to Hell if they come out so... if you are, keep it to yourself
•you must try to earn a halo... and that's really it for the rules" his eyes seemed to flicker when I said that you 'couldn't be anything other than straight' like he was upset, I decided to ignore it, after all I'm rubbish at reading emotions
"And the other thing?" He gulps his pancake down before he spoke
"Oh...ye, what are the rules of age for you?" I ask hesitantly, I didn't want him to be upset
"When you die, in hell you are sent back to your worst years in life so mine was 24, I have no idea why... as I said before I don't remember much hehe" he giggled nervously
"What about you?" He continued
"One more thing and then I'll tell you"
"Do you stay the same age?" I ask
"Yes, forever" he said
"Now tell meeeeee aboutttt yoursssss?" He whined
"I'm 31, angels do the same, we don't age and we stay at the age we died in..."
"Damn... tha-that's ruff" he chokes out, surprised from my answer
"I'm sorry... do you know how you..." he stated but then stopped, he look legitimately sad.
"It's fine, it's all we talk about here in heaven haha" I smile at him reassuringly and he smiled back.
"I died in a car crash, it was quick and painless so there's no reason to feel sorry for me" I giggle, he giggled too, this was nice, really nice.