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Here's chapter 3♥
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After dinner, Ethan and I decided to head to my bedroom to watch movies. It wasn't anything special, but we really had nothing else to do.
I watched as he kicked his shoes off and ruffled his rich bronze locks carelessly before gracefully leaning back into the mountain of pillows on my bed. It was the perfect image of him. He just looked so at ease, and as always, undeniably heartbreakingly handsome.
Okay you need to stop staring!
"So what do you want to watch anyway?" I tried to ask casually whilst routing through my -sorry- OUR collection of DVD's.
Most of mine and Ethan's collection was mixed up after all the years of swapping, so eventually we just decided to just keep them all at my place. We had enough to open up a small shop! Sometimes it would take us hours to decide on what movie to watch, that by the time we had decided, it would be too late to watch anything.
"Anything really, just none of that prissy missy kissy stuff" he pretended to grimace causing me to giggle a little.
"Oh come on, you keep saying this but you and I both know that you cried like a baby when Romeo killed himself because he thought Juliet was dead"
Ethan blushed a light shade of pink before quickly trying to compose himself with a glare.
"Hey, that was so not true! The only reason I was crying was because such references in the media are degrading towards our hospitals and medical qualifications. I mean come on! Haven't you ever heard of checking for a pulse? That's got to count for something, say... the fact that THEY ARE ALIVE! Maybe Romeo could have performed CPR? But nooooooooooo, you'd rather just kill yourself because you would ASSUMEEEEEE they are dead. It's all pathetic" Ethan defended.
I bit the sleeve of my hoody to prevent myself from laughing any more than I already was.
"What's so funny?" Ethan asked puzzled.
"You" I giggled. "It's just, you're so extreme sometimes. That was really one hell of a way of defending yourself from crying don't you think? It's okay, you don't have to hide it, we all cry sometimes"
"Again. I was NOT crying! I just had a very high case of hay fever that day that's all. My point is, even if you loved someone, why would you be that pathetic that you would take your own life too. I mean seriously, as if someone would kill themselves just because the one they loved had died. Did they never think that they could find someone else and fall in love with them instead?" Ethan exclaimed. "Like, wouldn't you do that too?"
The truth is.... no probably not.
If there was one person in your life that you loved, one person in your life that without them, you knew your life was pointless and wasn't worth living anymore, I think you would have done anything to be with them, even if that meant taking your own life.
I don't know, I can't really explain everyone's interpretation of love, but all I know is that if anything happened to Ethan, I wouldn't know how I could even think of managing without them.
A world without Ethan would be a world not worth living.
Sad, but true.
Oh god since when did I become so suicidal?
"Err.... Maybe there was no one else that he wanted. Maybe he couldn't think of going on without her. Maybe his life was just pointless without her and no matter how many times he could fall in love again, the darkness within his soul would never be lightened again" I whispered quietly, mostly to myself.
It was silent for a few minutes that I was almost convinced that my speech had sent Ethan to sleep. It wasn't until I hesitantly looked up and found him with a complex expression; it was as if he was silently contemplating something in his head.
"No I've got it. Get a Thai bride. They come cheap these days and they can fill ALL darkened souls. I know for a fact that I would always be happy, I would have just brought $6 worth of foreign lifetime slavery and sex. What more could a guy possibly want!"
Ew. Ew. Ew.
Why did he always have to ruin everything by being so insensitive at times?
Of course Ethan wouldn't feel the same as Romeo about his true love.
As long as he had sex in his life he was satisfied. Sex was his love.
I frowned at him before flipping him off with my middle finger.
Idiot.
"How many times do I need to tell you to stop doing that?" Ethan accused playfully before aimlessly throwing a pillow at my head.
"Hey!" I complained as I rubbed my forehead.
Okay it was only a pillow but it still hurt!
Fine, revenge! I gathered all my force into my right arm and threw the pillow back at Ethan.
Only for it to be dodged neatly by his perfect self.
"Bad aim princess. You'll never make the team if you keep going like this" he chuckled.
Oh yes. Did I fail to mention that Ethan was the star quarterback of the school football team?
Predictable isn't it? It was just like one of these American teen stories that you read on Wattpad where there's this hot guy who's on the football team that the loser kid is in love with and then he realises he's in love with her and then they have their happy ending.
Only...
This wasn't Wattpad. But the facts weren't far off. Ethan Christenson had ALWAYS been the hot guy, he has ALWAYS been the popular guy on the football team, and he had ALWAYS had any girl he wanted at his beck and call. And I was the loser girl. The loser girl who was his best friend, and the loser girl that had always been in love with him. The only difference being was that this was reality, and no matter how I would wish otherwise, I knew that I would never get my happy ending.
But one could only hope regardless.
"How many times do I have to tell you that I AM A GIRL!!! And I do NOT want to join the football team with YOU GUYS!" I yelled angrily.
Okay, so I dress like a guy sometimes... that doesn't mean I AM one!
"Well I don't believe you. Prove it" He said flirtatiously.
"Huh? Prove what?" I ask confused.
"Prove that you're really a girl and not just a slightly feminine guy. Come on! Flash us those titties... if you say you have them" he barked hysterically with laughter.
I could feel my face heat up with embarrassment and I suddenly wanted to run out of the room.
Although he didn't mean to hurt my feelings, he still did.
It hurt for me to hear how he doesn't think of me as attractive. I know he hasn't exactly said that, but it was written clearly on his face.
So maybe it is my own fault for the way I dress. I guess I should make more effort in the way I dressed but... I don't know, it just seemed that as long as Ethan liked me for who I was inside, it wouldn't matter how he thought of me on the outside. Maybe I should just ask him how he felt about how I looked.
Yeah that's what I'll do; he can't think it as weird because he is my best friend after all. Isn't that what best friends are supposed to do? Tell their best friend how good... or not good their best friend looked?
Yeah I'll ask him-
"Ethan, what do you thi-" I began to ask but was suddenly interrupted by a loud vibration coming from Ethan's pocket.
"One sec" Ethan said before reaching into his pocket to retrieve his cell.
As soon as he read the text his face lit up like a thousand light bulbs; and mine fell.
I knew what it was.
"Sorry Jen Jen, the movie will have to wait till another time, Stacy's house is free tonight so I gotta rush" he said excitedly as he hopped off my bed and practically ran to my door to leave.
But not before he paused to kiss me on the forehead first.
"Don't worry Jen Jen, you're still my favorite girl. I'll see you at midnight" He called after himself as he fled out my.
And then he left.
Stacy.
She was the next victim to fall at his feet.
The next girl to end up heartbroken by tomorrow morning.
The next girl that was going to be another girl closer to Ethan in a way that I would never be.
I guess its popcorn and New Moon for one then...
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