With my head pounding from the impending hangover, I stumble out of my warm bed and grab my robe from the bottom of it, pulling it on before I hastily leave the room without thinking too much of it. Tears are streaming down my cheeks and my breathing is labored, the only sound other than that is the patter of my feet against the wooden flooring as I go out into the cold, dark, scarily silent hallway.

I hesitate once I reach the door, unsure and doubting if I should even do this, but before I spiral, I open it slightly, peaking in. The bedside lamp is on, and he is laid there with a book in his hand.

"Ethan." I whisper, my voice croaky and broken.

"Woah, are you okay?" Ethan asks, immediately sitting up, dog-earing his page.

"No." I wipe my cheeks, choosing to speak honestly. "I had a nightmare, and it was one of the worst ones I've ever had."

"Hey, come here." He gestures over to him.

"I'm kinda naked." I look down at my lack of clothing.

"I've seen it all before, just get under the covers." He says softly, pulling them back for me. I gently nod, shutting the door behind me before I walk over to him, tightening my hold on my robe before I climb in next to him, settling in his arms.

"Thank you." I whisper, wiping my tears again.

"Don't thank me, it's okay. You're okay, right?" He checks, and I nod.

"I will be. I always am." I say, taking a deep breath.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks, and I usually would say no, but for once, I want to.

"My mom is becoming blurrier and blurrier which is surprisingly worse than seeing a perfect picture of her in my mind. It's heartbreaking to know I can't really picture her face properly. I know what she looks like obviously, but I haven't seen her face since that night, and I refuse to look at photos. So, that was one aspect to why it was awful. It was also a memory of the crash as it always is, only it was very hazy and not totally like that night. The conversations were different, and she said she hated me which isn't new, that happened a lot at the beginning, but it was all very hard. Every night I expect for the nightmares to happen, but for some reason tonight I fell asleep and didn't this time." I stare up at the ceiling, silent tears leaving my eyes as I speak quietly to Ethan. "I know that her last words were 'ti voglio bene', 'I love you' in Italian, but it always changes in my nightmares to 'I hate you'. And it's just heartbreaking because I know it's not true."

"She loved you, she did. You know that. Your nightmare was your mind playing evil tricks on you. She loved you so much, baby." He murmurs into my hair, and I close my eyes as more silent tears and little sobs escape. I hate this kind of crying.

"I miss her." I say, my voice breaking.

"I know you do. You're allowed to miss her." He assures and I sniffle, looking up at him.

"She would have loved you." I tell him honestly. She really would have. In fact, she'd flirt with him and make him awkward... I would loved to see it though.

"If she was even a little bit like you, so would I." He whispers.

"She really was, especially as a teenager, and I definitely look like her. If I ever go back to New Haven, I'll get some photos and show you." I say, unsure if I ever will though.

"I'd like that." He says, and I smile up at him. "Do you think you're going to be okay?"

"Yeah, I'm settling down now, I was just a little shaken up. I'm okay though, I always am." I say honestly.

Nightmares are truly terrifying, as a child I despised them – I used to have a continuous one; that I was drowning and no one could save me. I can remember how water would fill my lungs, the pure panic – I'd wake up coughing and run to my bathroom to throw up; this would happen at least twice a week. But one day they just... vanished, I could sleep peacefully for years, only having a few stupid nightmares that one would get after watching a scary movie.

The incident – it isn't a figment of my imagination though. It's a memory; it's a reminder of what happened on that very early morning in July. It's a topic that's so hard for me, yet my subconscious brings it up at every given opportunity.

"So, what book were you reading before I interrupted you?" I ask, bringing it up since I want a conversation change. "Oh, and you dog-eared the poor thing!"

"You saw that, huh?" He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly and I nod. "I'm a horrible book owner, I know."

"Don't avoid the question. What's the book called?" I peak over to his nightstand, but no avail I can't see.

"It's stupid." He excuses and I frown, sitting up.

Being very weary that my robe is the only thing that's hiding the fact I'm completely naked underneath, I carefully reach over him and fail terribly because obviously he gets it first.

"Please." I pout my lips, only for him to smile and lift the book above his head. "Seriously?"

"It's embarrassing, you don't need to know." He says.

"I do now." I argue.

If it weren't dark in here, I'd try to read the blurb but I literally can't see anything.

He doesn't let out, he keeps that stupid book above his head like he's a guard dog – I do feel like I should respect his privacy but him saying it's embarrassing just makes me want to know more.

"Ethan, please." I give him one last shot, and he shakes his head with a smug smile. That's it. I swing my leg over and straddle his waist before reaching and grabbing the book out of his hands.

"Fuck's sake." He mutters, closing my robe for me and shyly smile down at him. "Fine, read the stupid title."

Oh yeah, that.

"Relationships for dummies." I know I should maybe laugh or make a joke about this, but it honestly makes my eyes brim with tears again. "Ethan, why are you reading this? You don't need it."

"I think I do, I kinda screw everything up." He whispers, and I shake my head.

"You don't. I promise you; you don't." I say, holding out my pinkie finger, no nail polish to be seen on it. He hesitates a second before wrapping his around mine, his nails painted black. "You were an amazing boyfriend, Ethan."

"'Were', as in past tense." He points out, and I sigh. "I wish I could turn back time."

"I wouldn't." I tell him.

"I miss you." He mutters, making my heart stop. I hear him say he loves me constantly, but we rarely say that, it's been a while since he's said that. It's obvious we miss each other, but hearing it aloud seems all too real.

"Me too. I miss us." I finally whisper back, putting the book back down on his nightstand.

"I know you need your time and I don't want to push us back again, but it's getting dangerous again, baby." He murmurs, and I purse my lips together as I stare down at him.

I can't blame anyone but myself and partially Ethan's words and attraction for my next actions – cupping his jaw, I lean forward and crash my lips on his. I almost cry at the feeling of his lips; his lips are back on mine for the first time in months, and they feel so good. A simple pleasure. A shock to the system runs through me. I feel electrocuted in the best way possible.

He moans against me, running his hand through my hair, pulling me ever so closer to him as he starts to kiss me back. He's kissing me back. His teeth graze my lip making my mouth open as I gasp, and his tongue slips in, and I melt against him.

Happy tears brim my eyes; I'm overwhelmed, in total lust. I've missed him so much.

"Fuck, I've missed you." He mutters, pulling away to speak those words before he's kissing me again, and I whimper against his lips, holding this moment. We're both grasping what we can right now.

His hands grip my hips, pulling me inevitably closer to him, and I moan against his mouth, awakening the pit in my belly. I whine, clenching my thighs together, easing some tension between my legs. It's becoming unbearable. Needing air, I pull away and lean my head against his, catching my breath for a second, and his eyes bore into mine. I lean into kiss him again, but he closes his eyes, looking reluctant when he shakes his head.

"We can't, baby." He murmurs, my heart crumbling at his rejection.

"I'm sorry." I go to climb off him – since I'm still fucking straddling him – but he grabs my hips before I can, his large hands holding me in place.

"Don't. Now, look at me." He grits out, and I purse my lips together as I finally look at him.

"I'm sorry." I say in a hushed voice.

"What do you want, Francesca? Because I know what I want, loud and fucking clear." He asks, cupping my jaw. "I can't be a temporary fix."

"I- You- I want you; you know that. I've never not wanted you." I tell him, my voice wavering as I try to keep it together. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm so overwhelmed, from everything that's happened in such a short space of time. It's not that I don't want him because I do; I want him more than I've ever wanted him. My heart isn't as strong as it used to be though, and this time I need to protect it. We need to do this properly, and I'm truly terrified of what I'll become once we're together.

"Then what are we doing?" He whispers, sounding vulnerable. "The ball's in your court."

"I should go." I take a breath, avoiding his pleading eyes.

"Don't. I'll keep my hands to myself, just please don't leave. Sleep with me." He begs desperately, and after a second, I nod.

Feeling too many emotions to truly pin-point one, I can't look him in the eyes, so I avoid doing so as I climb off and settle down beside him, pulling the duvet up my body despite how warm it is in here – I need the comfort though.

"I'm sorry." I repeat, staring at the ceiling, hearing his shallow breathing.

"Why?" He shocks me by asking.

"I don't know." I end up saying because, I'm not sorry at all. Not about the kiss anyhow.

"Don't apologize then." He says softly, and I turn over to look at him, all the emotions falling over me at once. He's so close yet so far away. I want to kiss him; feel his skin on mine; fall into ecstasy at his own demand, but we can't. There's a barrier between us, and I'm unsure when it'll rupture. "Good night, Francesca."

"Good night, Ethan." I whisper, closing my eyes and a tear slips out, making its home on the pillow.

~~

The sound of the waves crashing against one another, and the birds chirping outside the window is what pulls me from my peaceful slumber. A groan leaves my lips when I stretch out my limbs, my body shaking slightly, and I sigh when I settle comfortably. My head's pounding, making me regret drinking so much vodka last night. Blinking my eyes open, I immediately grimace and shut them again at the sun shinning through.

Ugh, why does it have to be so bright?

"Morning." I jolt at the male voice, my eyes opening wide and I swear I choke at the view of Ethan. He's wearing a small white towel, hanging low on his hips, water droplets dripping down his tanned skin. My eyes dance over his body shamelessly, but finally stop at the glistening metal bar through his left nipple which looks perfect on him. "Um, you've-"

He gestures to his chest making me frown, and he then gestures to me, and I look down at my body and see that my robe must have slipped undone through the night because my naked body is on total show right now.

"Oh my God!" I exclaim, closing my robe tightly. I look up at him, covering my face. "I'm so embarrassed."

"Don't be; I've seen it all before." He muses, walking towards his closet, and I groan, grabbing the pillow, putting it over my face, hoping that it suffocates me. Then realization falls over me. We kissed last night. "Are you keeping that pillow there?"

"Yes." I mumble.

"So, I can get dressed?" He checks, and I make a sound, meaning yes. "Wow, hungover you is not an easy person to converse with."

"Shut up." I mutter, still smiling underneath the pillow though.

"So..." He starts, but then doesn't finish his fucking sentence. I groan, launching the pillow to the side as I sit up, and I bite down on my lip when I see that he's in the middle of pulling up his boxers, my eyes catching sight of his cock. "Seriously? You just said- you know what, I'm just going to shut up."

"It's nothing I haven't seen before." I muse, using his own words, ignoring the flame in my cheeks.

"Oh yeah?" He smirks, grabbing the pair of pants from the bottom of his bed.

"About last night." I bring up, cringing slightly at how awkward I'm already sounding.

"How about we talk about this later? After we've had food, maybe caffeine?" He suggests softly, and I nod, picking at my bare nails. "But, Francesca, don't overthink it like you always do; I know you."

"It's hard to not overthink when your brain does it subconsciously." I say, bringing my knees up to my chest, leaning on them.

"How about this? We're fine. If you're not ready for a relationship yet, then that's okay, but we can't be doing what we did last night if that's the case. But if... well, if you are ready, we'll talk about that. Like I said; the ball's in your court." He tells me, looping his belt through his black jeans.

"That's a lot of pressure, Ethan, you have to see that. I told you last night I wanted you, and that's never been my problem in the past. My problem is my brain overthinking every single thing about us, and the future for my mental health. I don't want to become dependent on you again, I don't." I hold my head as I speak, the pounding never-ending.

"You can't hold yourself back from the 'ifs', that's why you have so many years, so you can live from your mistakes." He says, walking towards me and I frown as he kneels on the bed, grabbing my hands. "I assure you, If, - and I am saying 'if' here – if you feel like your mental health is declining by being with me, then you call the shots."

"I want you, Ethan, but please can I just think about this? I want you, I really do, but I need to think about the other things too, you understand that, right?" I sigh, looking up at him.

"I do." He says, pulling away from me with a smile as he climbs off the bed. "Oh, and by the way, your tattoo looks good."

"Which one?" I chuckle, and he flashes my a grin. "Well, thank you. They're the best presents I've ever gotten. I'm just sad that I can't show them off yet because no one but you and Felix knows about them."

"What about the beach?" He asks with a concerned frown.

"Um, I... I don't know if I'm comfortable wearing a bikini anyway." I shrug it off, feeling self-conscious even thinking about it.

"It's quite private, like not many people will be there." He assures me.

"I know. I'm just scared, I guess. I think I could wear a shirt with shorts, but not a skimpy bikini, not just yet anyway. Also, I have a massive tattoo on my ribcage, and one on my hip – I'd have to explain to my friends when I got them, then it'd lead to why I weren't in New Haven at Christmas. And there's the scars as well. I'm not quite ready for the tsunami." I chuckle nervously.

"How are you feeling about what Taylor suggested? Have you thought more about it?" He asks, and I nod, sighing.

"I've come to the realization that realistically I am never going to be ready to tell them about what happened. That day will never come, it just won't. I wasn't ready to tell you, but I knew I had to. I don't think I'll be ever ready to come out and say it freely. But, that doesn't mean that I won't. I know I should feel ready before telling them, but it's going to take months, maybe years. I feel like I just have to tell them. It's already been too long. It's... it's nearly a year." I choke out the last sentence, realization coming to me that it's nearly a year. Nine months without my mom.

"Hey, it's okay. It's all going to be okay. And you don't have to do anything today, or tomorrow, or even next week. You do this at your own pace." He tells me softly.

I appreciate his words because I won't lie; the thought of telling them has been settling uneasily, and I'm truly terrified for their reactions. I know they'll check if I'm okay because that's the type of people they are, but I'm unsure if they'll be okay with how I've lied and not trusted in them.

"Where are we going today?" I question, considering he's getting dressed to go somewhere. Usually he wears sweatpants or shorts, today he's wearing jeans.

"Funnily enough, I don't even know. I just felt like getting dressed into jeans for once. What t-shirt?" He asks, holding up a white and black.

"White." I laugh at the choice of block colors. He really doesn't wear anything other than black and white... occasionally grey.

"Do you want to hop in the shower? I can bring some clothes in for you?" He offers.

"Um, I'd love to, but I probably should use my own shampoo and body wash since my friends are spies and will catch a male's scene anywhere. Also, I don't know what to wear. But, I'll see you downstairs after?" I ask, standing up from the bed but I make sure my robe is tide this time.

"Francesca, try not to overthink this, please." He pleas.

"Okay, I'll try." I don't promise him because I am not in control of my mind sometimes, and I hate breaking promises.

Hastily leaving Ethan's bedroom, I bump into Felix in the hallway when I do, and he gives me a knowing look as I shut the door behind me.

"Sleep good?" Felix asks in a cocky tone, his voice very low and tired.

"You don't know anything. But yeah, I did." I say, brushing off my further embarrassment. I didn't even have sex with Ethan and I'm a blushing idiot as if I did.

"Okay, okay, your secret is safe with me." He says with a chuckle.

"Thanks. I'm going to shower, and I'll meet you downstairs. Oh, and how's the hangover?" I ask, smiling at his state – mine's bad, but he looks awful in all due respect – and he groans, shaking his head.

"I feel like death." He mutters.

"That's what happens when you drink too much vodka, oh and get naked." I bring up, and he whines, obviously not aware of that. "You really were drunk, weren't you?"

"Yeah, I've been throwing up for the last half hour." He says and I pull my nose up at the thought.

"Have some greasy food?" I suggest, knowing that works for me, and his face scarily drains of all color. "Okay, how about nothing? Water sounds really good right now."

"Thanks." He grimaces, and I stop as we get to my bedroom door. "I'll see you down there, yeah?"

"Yeah, I will. Try not to barf." I say softly, and he... solutes me? Weird boy.

With a heavy sigh, I open the door into my room and I wince out the brightness, my drapes completely open.

"Fuck." I hold my head. I need painkillers.

As much as the hangover is a killer right now, I really did enjoy last night. Once Felix has dried off, we played a few games of vodka style beer-pong and stayed outside for a few hours around the fire pit, drinking in good company. It was perfect... aside from the nightmare later into the night.

My nightmare was awful, they always are but I aren't letting it ruin such a great night. I'm also going to try and forget about the kiss between Ethan and I for right now – it wasn't bad, it was amazing but if I think about it, the more I'll overthink about our situation and that's something I'd like to avoid right now.

After violently closing the drapes shut, I welcome the darkness with a smile before I go through into the bathroom. I wince at the florescent lighting that illuminates the room, yet another reminder to not drink ever again, and immediately switch it off, only having the little bit of light coming in through the small frosted window – enough for me.

At last minute I'd only packed the bare necessities, so I do need to buy a few things that I'm missing like moisturizer, shaving cream, razors – I need to shave. Thankfully I brought a tooth brush, tooth paste, body wash, shampoo, conditioner and a hair brush though.

I quickly brush my teeth, cringing at the fact Ethan and I kissed with unbrushed teeth last night – I mean it was only three hours after I brushed them, but still, morning breath – and sigh when I look up at my reflection, grabbing my hair brush. I watch myself in the mirror like a narcissist, but I assure you I aren't one – I look like someone waiting for the Grim Reaper. I envy people that look perfect on a morning – it's truly not fair.

Once my hair is somewhat brushed, I step into the shower and turn the faucet on, and a shrill gasp leaves me as the cold water bounces down on my skin – I didn't plan on it being that cold. Turning up the dial slightly, I'm finally relieved at the temperature on my skin when it heats up. I love hot showers.

Tilting my head back, I sigh as the water runs through my hair, the water cascading down my body, and visions start to run through my mind of Ethan and I. I try to shake them out, but with my eyes closed, all I can think about is his hands on me. Memories of his hands on me.

"So tight, so fucking warm." He had muttered, and I moaned loudly in response when he slammed into me, my legs becoming limp around his hips. "You feel so fucking good."

I'm fucked.

Exhaling a frustrated breath, I grab my shampoo and start to wash my hair, needing a distraction before the fantasy in my head get's out of control. I'm under his spell, totally and utterly compelled.

Lathering my hair up with shampoo, I ignore the burning passion for him, for the guy only a few doors down. I need to keep my mind straight. At least I'm not thinking about last night, anything's better than that... well, aside from explicit memories with ex.

Yeah, I'm fucked.

~~

After ringing my wet hair out one last time, I step out of the shower and don't waste a second before putting it up in a towel, getting it out of the way. I then grab the other towel and wrap it around my body, and wipe my feet on the bath mat before leaving. The steam in there was becoming a little claustrophobic, and my finger tips were becoming prune-y, so I knew it was time to get out.

Before I do something that I always do when I get out of the shower or bath – sit on my bed for an hour and procrastinate getting ready – I go over to the closet which has all my unpacked clothes in. It's much cooler today than yesterday, yet it's still unusually warm for this time in the year, however I have no clue what we're doing today – if we're doing anything, that is, so I do what Ethan did, dress how I want to and get changed later if I have to.

As you know, I packed a lot of clothing options since I'm so indecisive, so after a while of going back and forth, I grab out a pair of black jeans that are so faded that they're more a dark grey color, and the red lacy bodysuit that's technically lingerie but I've never worn it for that purpose. I'm feeling more on the confident side today, and I'm in the mood, after last night, to tease Ethan. The boundary has broken between us, and as he said the ball's in my court, so I may as well tease him until I give him an answer. An answer I'm still apprehensive about, and not totally sure of.

I walk back in and put my clothes on the bed before I grab my makeup bag off my bedside table, contents of it spilled out everywhere since I needed wipes last night. Whilst I lazily dry off, I might as well do my makeup – I'm a sucker for it, and definitely put too much on sometimes, but it suits my face like that, otherwise I look like a child. I still have to take the weather into account though, so I stick with a concealer instead of foundation like I usually would wear.

After around half an hour of prodding my face with several brushes and products, I'm happy with the result. A natural look with a glow-y highlight with a little smoky eye is the way to go. Yeah, I love doing makeup, but lately I've not had the time.

Scooping up everything, I put it all down on the floor beside my bed, and stand, letting the towel from around my body drop, and shake my head so the one holding up my hair also does. The roots are completely dry now, the tips still quite damp though. With the towel, I dry myself over once more, making sure I am definitely fully dry before I pick up the red lingerie. It's pretty, and I'm sad that I've never been able to wear it for anyone but myself yet.

Once I'm fully dressed, my belt buckled and black sneakers on, I look at my outfit in the mirror that's in here. I look fire. The lingerie is lace, it's see-through but the cups have more of the design on so my nipples aren't visible, but you can definitely see the outline of the black bars I put in. I look good though.

I fluff my semi-wet hair, dragging my fingers through the front and give myself a smile, a real smile. I look happy. I am happy... well aside from my headache that hasn't stopped pounding.

I take my phone off charge, sliding it into my back pocket before I leave, a skip in my step as I walk down the stairs. When I open the door to the living room/kitchen area, I'm thankful when I see the blinds are totally shut, and that all my friends are down here, dressed in similar attire – jeans and tops, Felix the only one wearing black shorts.

"Hey Fran, we thought you were still asleep." Lauren says, noticing me first as she pours some orange juice into a glass – she's one of those demon spawns who chooses orange over apple. I'm not saying orange is bad because it isn't, but I would never chose it over apple juice.

Ethan turns around at the mention of my name, and his mouth falls agape slightly, making me feel even better about the outfit. He recovers quickly, giving me a devilish smirk and a knowing look that makes my insides spiral.

"Nope, I've been awake an hour or so, just took a while getting ready. Where are we going today anyway?" I ask, flattening out my palms over my lacy stomach as I walk over to them. I may love my outfit but I am a tad self-conscious now under the gaze of Ethan.

"Yeah, what are we doing?" Hanna asks Felix, considering he did plan this trip.

"Um..." Felix hesitates.

"You have got to be joking." Lauren whines, holding her head.

"It was a very spontaneous decision!" He defends himself.

"Seriously?" Ethan asks with a groan.

"Well, first of all, I need painkillers, where are they?" I ask anyone who is willing to answer.

"Here." Matt hands me a pack of aspirin.

"Thank you." I say, grabbing his bottle of water also, flashing him a grin as I unscrew the top.

"Wait, so you didn't plan anything?" Lauren asks Felix with a disappointed frown.

"No, but there's so much to do around here. With a simple Google search, we'll have the day planned." He assures, and she nods, getting her phone out.

"Did you sleep good?" Hanna asks me, and I simply nod as I take a piece of bacon off her plate. I'm really just stealing everyone's food and drinks today.

"Did you?" I ask.

"Like a baby. I missed a big bed." She says with a smile, her lip piercing moving slightly when she does.

"Oh my God." Matt covers his mouth as a laugh splutters out, him staring down at his screen.

"What?" I frown.

"You know the dare, the one you did to me about texting Kieran." He brings up, and I chuckle, knowing where this is going. "Well, he finally answered."

"Okay, loud and clear then." I urge, remembering he didn't tell us last night.

"Seriously?" He whines.

"Yes, I need to know too." Hanna says with a little laugh.

"I'm not reading it out loud, just read it and pass it along." He defeats, handing me his phone, and my jaw drops when I read his words, and Ethan looks over my shoulder to read also.

When I said desperate, I didn't expect this.

Matt: Hey baby, I already miss you. I miss you in my bed, I want you under me. Whimpering under me. I miss that tight hole of yours already... wanna see you take me. Message me please, I need to hear from you.

Kieran: Well... good morning to me. Fuck, I miss you too, daddy.

"Matt!" I squeal, needing bleach for my eyes, my poor eyes.

"Oh my fucking God." Ethan laughs, handing the phone to Hanna; Felix and Lauren quickly cowering over her shoulder to read just like Ethan did.

"You said desperate! I am never that desperate!" Matt defends himself, and I can only laugh more.

"Mathew Taylor!" Hanna yells, covering her mouth in shock.

"Wait, you have a daddy kink?" Lauren asks Matt, something that totally slipped my mind.

"Just shut up already, I'm already embarrassed you had to read that." Matt says, repeatedly banging his head on the table.

"You can't say anything." Felix points at her, making my eyes widen at the revelation.

"Who doesn't have a daddy kink though?" Lauren retorts, and I look around to see literally no one says anything. "Exactly."

Ethan raises a brow at me, a smirk forming on his features and I shrug it off. That wasn't me admitting that I do or I don't because honestly I've never said it, but I'm not opposed to it, mostly because of the books I read though.

"Here's your phone back" Hanna says with a smile, and Matt doesn't look up as he takes it from her.

"Okay, we got off track but I found something fun for us to do; there's a fair that just opened up last night for the summer." Lauren chirps up, and a weird sense of nostalgia hits me.

"We're one of those couples now, aren't we?" He had asked with a fake groan, rolling his eyes.

"Looks like it. Now we have to go to a fair and go on a Ferris Wheel and you have to win me a bear." I had said as I crossed my arms over my chest, and he chuckled, shutting the door behind him.

And then the time he reminded me of the exact thing when I was at total breaking point.

"Baby, you've got so much to live for. I know it's hard, it's fucked up. I've been here, I've felt this, but it's going to get better. Whatever you're going through is short term, it won't last forever. You can't give everything up, you've got so much to do. You've yet to see me fight someone in the ring. You need to graduate for fuck's sake, and I can't wait to watch you do exactly that because you are going to. We've got so much to do together. We've still got to go to the fair, I have to win you a bear, so we can be a cheesy cliché couple." He was crying, I could tell but he was trying to keep his voice steady, not wanting to make me feel guilty even though I was. It broke me.

So much nostalgia to such a simple thing that we never got to experience. I look over at Ethan, who is already looking at me with a smile on his face.

"That's perfect." Ethan says to Lauren, everyone agreeing with him, nodding.

Look's like we're going to a fair...

~~~~~

A/N

THEY FUCKING KISSED! Yes, it may be moving fast but it's supposed to be. In their time it's been four months. I really can't write slow burns people!

Also, everyone kinda has a daddy kink... sorry, not sorry?

THE FIRST TWO CHAPTERS ARE OUT, AND I HIT 1K ALREADY!

It's the 2nd of July right now and this month I was supposed to take a break from writing... however I'm so behind with writing that I literally can't. June was such a hectic month for me with work and everything, so I hardly ever had time to write. I will be on holiday but on a night when I'm not doing anything, I will be writing. Updates should be every Sunday-ish!

Life update: It's a year ago tomorrow since my dog passed away and I really miss her, but I know she's in a better place, so I'll just put a cute pic in here of her.

Question of the chapter:

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