You were laying in Ethan's bed listening to screamo music with your eyes closed. You were laying underneath the blankets with Ethan's head resting on your stomach. You were playing with his hair. That is until you hear James' voice downstairs. "Ethan, have you seen that stupid b**** of mine?! Father wants us to be at dinner tonight, but she wasn't there!" James screams. Ethan sighs softly. "We should tell him." He whispers, looking up at you.
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