Misconceptions
Part 1
Part Two - Frost
Pairing: Ethan Morales x fem reader 1.2k words Tags: @arij3lly @hitoshislut @bjrmaybank @ghostfaceorgirlfriend Warning: swearing
Ethan's POV
Miss u
He hesitated, phone in hand, over the send icon. Then shook his head.
still avoiding me?
He held the back button until it was gone.
hey stranger
Nope. He sighed audibly.
After deliberating for a few seconds, he gave up.
"Fuck this," he threw his phone on the bed and walked away from it.
He couldn't figure out why it was so damn hard to send this girl a stupid text. He didn't know why he wanted to text her in the first place.
They hadn't spoken in over a week and whenever he saw her, she would quickly walk in a different direction, steering clear of him. He kept telling himself the only reason it upset him is because he's not used to girls dodging him. It was always the opposite. He would be the one that ghosted them as soon as they got all clingy and emotional. But Y/N hadn't said anything to him, she just stopped talking to him and stayed away.
It was driving him crazy. He hadn't kissed her since that night outside his window. That was the last time they spoke as well. He knew she had been upset that night, but she never told him why. If he hadn't been upset as well, he would have pushed her harder for an answer. Though in all fairness, he was afraid of what the reason was. Y/N had a way with words. She was blunt. Always honest. Most times when she dared throw some of those truths in his direction, it would rile him up.
She noticed things nobody else did, so he tried damn hard to not show her much.
Thoughts of Y/N halted as he heard the familiar shouting outside his bedroom door. His parents were at it again. He rolled his eyes and walked over to his desk, grabbing his earbuds. Then he went back to his phone and opened Spotify; played all his music on shuffle. He fell back on his bed and closed his eyes.
He was on the third song when he heard a crashing noise cut through his music. He took his earbuds out and rolled off his bed, ran to his door and stepped out.
Another crashing noise; broken glass.
"Gooddammit," he muttered under his breath. He ran down the hallway and took a right to get to the kitchen.
Glass pieces scattered the kitchen floor. The flowers that had resided in the now broken vase lay on the bare tiles as well. He saw his parents in the corner. A broken plate on the counter next to them. His mom held a saucepan in her hands, her grip so tight her knuckles turned pale. His father stood less than 3 feet away, hands clenched. He had no doubt that he was the one that threw the vase.
"Are you guys done?" Ethan's voice was eerily calm.
Both his parents turned to him; their faces etched with surprise as they didn't notice him there before he spoke.
His mother scrambled around the frozen statue that was his father and walked carefully around the glass, reaching for him.
"Oh honey, I thought you were out. You're never here on Saturdays." She placed a hand on his shoulder, turning him away from the scene.
"I wonder why..." he mumbled, low enough to not be heard.
"What was that hun?"
"Nothing, ma. I'm leaving now. Can you guys not kill each other while I'm gone?" He looked her in the eye, saw the sadness, but mostly, how tired she looked. She smiled through it.
"We're fine, baby. Just a little disagreement." Her voice was light, but her words were tight.
Ethan sighed. "Call me if you need me."
She had guided him back to his room, so he was able to pick up his phone from its place on the bed.
"I'll be fine. You know he's not going to cross that line." She was trying to reassure him... or herself. Ethan wasn't sure.
He nodded and placed a kiss on her cheek. As he was walking out the door, he spoke loudly, making sure his father would hear.
"If he ever hurts you again, I'll kill him."
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Once outside his home, he looks back to the front door for a moment, then sighs.
There was a time he would never have left while they were like that. Hell, there was a time he was afraid of even going to school because he thought he would come back to some tragic crime scene.
He would skip classes often to come home to check on them. His grades dipped. But his reputation had suffered more. Teachers took a strong dislike to him for being late often, being "irresponsible" and always missing important tests and assignments. They didn't know that his life revolved around making sure his parents didn't kill each other. Nobody knew. So before long, he decided to own what people thought of him. It made him feel like at least he was in control of something.
He was good at it too; being an asshole. He had no problem screwing around with anyone or with screwing anyone over. Most times, he could convince himself that he enjoyed it. Being this way. But when he was this person with y/n, well, it made him feel like a piece of shit.
That's why he wanted to see her, talk to her, kiss her. Just be around her in any way that he could.
Because it's been a long time since he was around someone that made him feel anything remotely positive. Or anything at all.
He unlocked his phone and typed in the text box.
Meet at our place?
Read. He waited a few seconds, but she didn't respond.
He typed again.
pls?
K.
He smiled.
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Y/N POV
I've been avoiding him for at least a week. The idea of having any kind of conversation with him was nerve-wracking. The sun was setting on the horizon; the sky turning into what appeared to be a watercolor painting, still all I could do was fret.
I stood under the robust oak tree that resided at old Woodridge Park. No one really comes here anymore, not since they built the new park two streets down. Aside from this tree, there wasn't anything remarkable about this place. It had long been since it was considered a park at all.
After five minutes, I spotted him in the distance. One hand shading his eyes from the sun as he looks around for me. I open my mouth to call for him at the same time as his eyes find me. He waves with his free hand. I slowly lifted my hand to wave at him, confused.
He seemed happy to see me, if the huge smile across his face was any indication. He even jogged over to reach me quicker. I frown at this.
“Hi.” he says as he reaches me, stepping under the shade of the big tree with me. Before I have a chance to reply, he pushes me forward, caging me with his body against the tree trunk. I gasped in surprise.
“What are you d-” He cuts me off with a quick kiss.
I gawk at him, even more confused than before.
“We haven’t spoken since last week,” I say.
“I know," is his response and then smiles, "I missed you.”
I roll my eyes. “You always say that".
“I always mean it.”
To be continued...
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A/N: You are all awesome for reading and supporting part 1 of this and showing me that you liked it. It means more than you will ever know. Like I said before, I have not written in so long, so I was very insecure about writing again. So thank you for giving me the confidence to keep writing more of this. See you on the next one! xx
