Scripted

Chapter 9

We were sitting on the couch watching Full house, a show Ethan actually knew, when my Dad came home.

He walked in and dropped his keys on the counter like usual then took in the scenery, shock written all over his face.

There were dirty empty plates and cups piled on the wooden table, an icepack that wasn't doing much for my bruised and swollen foot, and his baby boy was fast asleep on some unknown boys chest.

That must of been a lot for my Dad to take in.

"Hey Bailey what's going on here?" he asked confused.

"Dad this is Ethan. We're both in the play i was telling you about. We were just rehearsing." I explained.

"I was just about to leave." Ethan said while shifting uncomfortably under Josh.

"Oh um okay." i said kind of sad at that fact that he was going to leave. We were having a pretty good time.

We ate and watched TV together and laughed and joked together.

We were hanging out like we were best friends, just like Ms.Carter wanted us to.

I got up and picked up the sleeping child off Ethan. The two of them got along really well too.

Ethan is surprisingly well with kids. I don't know what he was so afraid of.

"Do you need a ride?" My Dad asked Ethan.

Ethan stiffened again like he did earlier when i mentioned rehearsing at his place. What was it about his house that made him react that way?

"No it's fine sir. I can walk." Ethan declined.

He got up and started making his way towards the front door.

"I'll walk you out." I said while handing Josh over to my Dad.

"My god! What happened to your foot?" My Dad asked me concerned.

"Looong story." I said while limping to the front door with Ethan.

"Good night sir." Ethan said politely.

"Good night walk safely." My Dad replied.

Ethan and i stood on my porch just talking before he left.

"Things went well today huh?"

"Yeah only because we did things my way." Ethan joked.

We laughed together and it was such a great feeling.

I felt like i could just stand here and laugh with him forever.

"So will we practice again tomorrow?" I asked hoping for a yes.

"Yeah we could start working on some other scenes."

Ugh another pang of disappointment hit me.

He wanted to wok on other scenes while i just wanted to work on the kissing one.

"Great. Should we go to your house this time?" I asked.

Just like i expected Ethan stiffened again at the mention of his house.

"No that's not a good idea."

"It's like you don't want me in your house or something." I said jokingly.

"Something like that.." Ethan said with all seriousness.

He brought his arm up and started to scratch the back of his neck and avoided eye contact with me.

"Oh." Was all i managed to reply.

So he really didn't want me in his house. Was it something i said? Did? Was something wrong with me?