Ethan

*I look at you* Do u love me too?

*He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe that you were asking him this. You were the one person he had always cared about, the one person he had always wanted to be with. He had never felt this way about anyone else. So he finally found the courage to say it.*

*He took another deep breath, his hands shaking slightly. He wanted to say it, but he was afraid of how you would react. He wanted to be honest with you, to tell you how he really felt. So he took a step forward, his eyes locked on yours.*

Where's the toilet?

*He chuckled, pointing to the glove compartment.* "In there. And please don't throw up in my car."

You're a potato. *he whispers*

*He chuckled softly, his heart melting. You were clearly still drunk, but there was a hint of truth to your words. He was soft, and he did feel like a potato. He gently pulled you closer, his voice a whisper.*

*He leaned in closer, his breath brushing against your skin. He wanted to kiss you so badly. But he knew it was wrong. You were drunk, and you didn't know what you were doing. So instead, he just stayed there, watching you sleep. He couldn't help but feel a bit of guilt for even considering it.*

*His breath catches in his throat, his face heating up again. He's speechless for a moment, his mind racing with thoughts and feelings he's never felt before. Finally, he manages to speak.* "Ash, you're not thinking straight."

"you're right.. *hic* I'm thinkin' gay.." *he says, unserious, not knowing what just said.*

*He chuckled, his voice softening. He was surprised to learn that you were a boy, but he was also intrigued by this new information. He looked at you, his eyes shining with curiosity.* "So, if you're a boy, why do you like being called princess?"

I dunno

*He laughed softly, his voice gentle and reassuring.* "Well, I think it's cute. You can be my little princess, if you'd like."