Hey there awesome people of the internet! Its TheGreen-EyedPsycho and welcome to chapter two of Where Have You Been All My Life! Since its Christmas break I'll Probably be uploading new chapters frequently throughout the next two weeks. If you like this story, feel free to write a review. Should I continue? I don't know! If you want me to write more of this story, let me know! Also, if anyone has any ideas that they think I should implement into the story, just let me know! Anyway, I'll stop blabbering now.

Enjoy!

~TheGreen-EyedPsycho

Ethan POV

"What happened last night," I thought as I woke up and my mind began to clear. I thought back to the previous evening.

"Wow. I really am scared of spiders.." That's not the part that was troubling me, though. Mark had been so... kind. Well, he is normally kind but in a sort of joking way. Last night I had expected him to tease me because of my fear. However, instead of teasing, he helped me through it with no sarcasm or humor woven in. I felt a strange twinge in my chest as if my heart had skipped a beat.

"No. This isn't possible." I said in a whispery voice. "I'm straight aren't I..." I began to question myself. My heart rate began to speed up and I quickly shook the thoughts from my mind.

"Just forget about it Ethan," I told myself again. But my mind wandered back to last night, his deep brown eyes staring into my bright blue ones as his red fringe fell across his face. The closeness of our faces after I jumped and he caught me...

"Gahh.." I groaned in frustration. Forget it. There's no way he feels the same. Why was I feeling this way? I groaned again as I finally released the thoughts from my mind and stood up to go to the kitchen. I had forgotten that the reason I had gone to the kitchen last night was to get some food, and now I was starving. I was still exhausted and I didn't notice Mark sitting at the table until I turned around with a bowl of cereal in my hand. When I turned around I gasped in surprise and tossed the cereal into the air. The cereal flew everywhere. The bowl shattered at my feet. Mark looked at me with concern.

"Are you alright?" He asked in his deep rumbly voice. I suddenly became very nervous and just nodded slightly. Mark stood up slowly and walked over to me, setting the coffee cup he had been holding on the table next to him.

"You have cereal in your hair." He spoke softly as he reached up and began to gently pull bits of cereal from my blue fringe. I stared at his face nervously. There was something in his eyes that I couldn't quite decipher.

"There. All better." He said with a small smile. The kindness in his eyes made me smile a bit as well. Suddenly a wave of nervousness came over me and I backed up a little bit only to bump into the table. Marks coffee cup fell off the table and broke when it hit the ground. I covered my face with my hands to hide my furious blush of embarrassment and sighed loudly. Damn my nerves.

"I don't think I'm capable of doing anything right," I said miserably. I bent to pick up the shards of the mug and the bowl that I had managed to break in a matter of five minutes. "This was your favorite mug, wasn't it?" I asked in dismay.

"Nah," he replied quickly. "I've always liked this one better," he spoke cheerfully as he walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a mug that I had given him. Mark then pulled out a second mug and poured two cups of coffee and then walked back over to me to help pick up the rest of the shattered ceramic.

When we had picked up everything, I flopped down on the floor and leaned against the cabinets. I pulled my knees up to my chest and rested my head on my arms. Embarrassment is exhausting. Mark shuffled around with objects on the counter and came to sit next to me on the floor moments later. He handed me a cup of coffee and a piece of toast with jam on it. I accepted both gratefully. We sat there in silence for a few minutes while I ate. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, more like peaceful.

"This is nice." I thought. "Mark is so nice to me. How does he always know what to do?" I was startled from my thoughts when a weight landed on my shoulder. I jumped slightly and turned my head to find Marks head leaning on my shoulder. He looked at me when I jumped.

"Sorry." He said, beginning to sit up.

"No, its fine," I replied. "I actually kind of liked it." He looked at me in mild surprise and then slowly rested his head back on my shoulder. I then leaned my head on top of his, the coffee Mark had made me seeming to have no effect on me as I began to drift off. I heard Mark mumble something unintelligible before I drifted off completely into a heavy, dreamless sleep.

I hope you all enjoyed chapter two! Sorry for the short chapters but at the moment, I am pretty pinched for time per usual. Anyway, if you enjoyed, let me know by leaving a review. How am I doing? Do you want more of this story? Anything I need to brush up on grammar-wise? Anything else I should know? Thank you all so much for reading and I will see you all in the next chapter.

Until then,

~TheGreen-EyedPsycho