Living Again~ Eleven

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CHAPTER 11

"You seem happy today, and you're up early!" Claire commented while putting on her beige coat.

I smiled. "I just got a really good night's sleep."

"That's great. Well, I'll see you in the evening!" She stepped outside, leaving for work. Just as I was going to shut the door, she turned around and said, "Oh yeah, Ethan told me to tell you to call him."

"Wait, he came here?"

"No, he said that before leaving last night. Something about the project." She shrugged and left.  

I shut the door and immediately took out my phone, found his name, and pressed 'call'.

It kept ringing but no one was answered. I was going to cancel until I heard a muffled "Hello?" from the other end.

"Hi!" I greeted him, my voice sounding high and cheery probably because I was anxious about where we stood after last night. We had practically told each other all our problems. And because of him, I was feeling better than ever.

"What do you want?" He snapped at me rudely.

Why was he being so mean all of a sudden? This made me nervous. "Oh, um... you told me to call you?"

I took a deep breath so my voice would return back to normal and not sound like a shriek.

He groaned loudly and said "Leave me alone, Rebecca! I don't want to be part of any of your nonsense. Now shut the hell up and let me go back to sleep!" He cut off the call. I flinched slightly at his tone, so rude and angry. But then his words registered. He thought I was Rebecca? I didn't know if I should laugh, be confused or take it as an insult. I suppose all three were appropriate.

I took a deep breath and called him again.

"I thought I told you to stop calling me?" He sighed.

"Hi Ethan."

He obviously noticed that it wasn't Rebecca. "Um.. who's this?"

"And you scold ME for not checking my caller I.D? You're such a hypocrite!" I laughed.

"Wait, Marissa?!"

"Yup."

"Sorry, I thought it was Rebecca, you know the one from school? Yeah, her. She called me a minute before you did so I thought she was calling me again. But thank god it's not her."

When he was done with his little rant and I fought back a laugh and said "Actually that was me.. the one you talked to a minute ago."

A few seconds pass and Ethan was silent on the other end. He finally spoke, "Oh crap. Shit shit shit. I'm so sorry, it's just that you sounded different and nowadays Rebecca keeps annoying me and I thought you were her. And I just went on and on to you. I'm so sorry. I didn't even stop to think if it was actually her and just assumed that it was. I'm so stupid and I-"

"It's ok!" I cut him off, snickering, "No big deal."

"So we're cool?" He asked, hopeful.

"Even if you hadn't given me that unnecessarily long apology I would have forgiven you. I actually thought it was quite funny."

"How so?" He sounded irritated.

"Your anger was amusing." I bit my lip, keeping in the laughter.

"So yeah about the project," He tried to distract me. "I think we should ditch it for today and do something different."

"Like what?" It worked, I was truly curious now.

"Well, since you have woken me up, I'm about to go for a jog in the park. Wanna come?"

"Um.." I hesitated. I wasn't much of an athletic person and running around wasn't my idea of fun but I guess I could give it a try. "Sure. So I'll meet you at the park?"

"No I'll come pick you up in half an hour." He stated.

"Ok then." I remembered something. "Oh and Ethan?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you.. for everything."

"No nightmares?" He whispered soflty.

"Nope. I still don't get why though." This puzzled me. I hadn't done anything much different last night and yet I slept peacefully.

"Actually, Marissa," He started. I could tell he was trying not to offend me with whatever he was going to say. "I think you're alone too much. Before going to sleep, all the bad things are what you think about, whether you do it conciously or not."

"Oh." I tried to lighten the mood, "So now you're a psychologist too?"

"Haha, nah, but I have my moments."

I rolled my eyes. "Anyways, we better get ready. See you soon!"

"Bye Marissa."

Half an hour later we were in his car, on our way to the park. I was babbling on about the day my friends came over and gave me the makeover. We had almost reached our destination when he pulled up to the side and shut the engine abruptly. Had he even been listening to me this whole time?

"Uh Ethan? Aren't we going to the park?" I was confused.

He looked at me. His light brown eyes thoughtful. A smile formed on his lips. "I have a better idea."

"And what would that...?" I trailed off when I realised he was leaning in towards me. The movement was slow and deliberate. I could hear my heartbeat accelerating. He stopped when our faces were close enough for me to feel his warm breath. I finally stuttured my thoughts,"Wh-what are you d-doing?"

I don't know if I wanted this or not. Truth is, the closer he got to me the more scared I became. I had made up my mind about not getting too intimate with anyone because losing them would just add to the pain I already suffer. That's one of the reasons I don't want Joe and Claire to be my parents, I can't love someone because once they're out of my life, it'll hurt. And I don't know if I can live through that again.

My breathing got deeper, he didn't move from his position. I don't know what my eyes portrayed, but whatever it was, it made him lean back a little. He just looked at me for what felt like forever.

Then he shifted back to his seat. He took in a deep breath and smiled casusally at me. For a moment I felt as if I had imagined the whole scene. But no, something in his eyes told otherwise.

He grinned widely and broke the silence with a cheerful announcement, "Let's go to the beach!"

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