Ethan stared down at his phone annoyedly. "Dammit Rachel." He muttered.
Ethan ran his hand threw his hair. Why wasn't she answering? It was important. She needed to know how he felt.
Or maybe she didn't. On second thought she really didn't need to know. That kiss? It probably ment nothing to her. Against his wishes he thought back to it.
Ethan stood under the tree boredly. "This was a bad idea." He said.
Rachel frowned. "No duh." She said rolling her eyes. "Why did we come here?"
"Cause Kristene was supposed to come but she ditched us for Kenneth."
He turned to Rachel sourly. They both seemed to stare at each other awkwardly.
"Oh my god." She said throwing her hands into the air. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Ethan shook his head. They were drunk when it happened. It ment nothing. He had to remind himself. Nothing at all. Ethan looked over at the picture of him and Rachel on his wall.
Killua
Killua didn't like this Ethan. The way he talked to his love made Killua's blood boil. But as infuriating as he was there was nothing as bad as Michael. Oh he wanted nothing more then to rip his heart out. Maybe he'd have Ethan help then rip Ethans out. Killua mused.
He looked over at his sun and stars (GAME OF THRONES REFERENCE!) Her hair lay around her lazily and unbrushed. "Love?"
"Hmmm?" She mumbeld lazily.
"Why did you grow your hair grow out?" He asked.
She groaned. "Brandon doesn't like the thought of me growing my hair out, so I might of grown it out to annoy him." She whispered.
"Love?"
"What?"
"Love you."
"Shut up."