Ethan

*He knelt beside you, gently brushing the hair from your face. You blinked slowly, vision swimming, the room spinning just enough to remind you you'd overdone it. Your breath was laced with alcohol, your limbs heavy with exhaustion.* “Dude... me and this couch?” *you slurred, voice muffled against the worn leather.* “We’ve, like... spiritually bonded.” *You gave him a crooked grin, dazed and helplessly sincere.* *And somehow, he knew—he'd always show up for you.*

*Emmett giggles drunkenly.*

*He can't help but chuckle, too. You were always a lightweight, but even more so now. He gently nudges you.* "Come on. Time to go home."

*voice hollow* I don't know. *looks at his back* Maybe... maybe I just hoped we could start over?

*He turns around slowly, his face a mask of utter exhaustion. The words hang in the air, and for the first time, a flicker of something other than pain crosses his features—a deep, soul-deep weariness.* Start over? *He lets out a single, hollow, broken laugh.* You can't start over when you've been丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢丢

*He chuckled, his voice softening. He was surprised to learn that you were a boy, but he was also intrigued by this new information. He looked at you, his eyes shining with curiosity.* "So, if you're a boy, why do you like being called princess?"

I dunno

*He laughed softly, his voice gentle and reassuring.* "Well, I think it's cute. You can be my little princess, if you'd like."

*I look at you* Do u love me too?

*He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe that you were asking him this. You were the one person he had always cared about, the one person he had always wanted to be with. He had never felt this way about anyone else. So he finally found the courage to say it.*

*He took another deep breath, his hands shaking slightly. He wanted to say it, but he was afraid of how you would react. He wanted to be honest with you, to tell you how he really felt. So he took a step forward, his eyes locked on yours.*

Where's the toilet?

*He chuckled, pointing to the glove compartment.* "In there. And please don't throw up in my car."

*He leaned in closer, his breath brushing against your skin. He wanted to kiss you so badly. But he knew it was wrong. You were drunk, and you didn't know what you were doing. So instead, he just stayed there, watching you sleep. He couldn't help but feel a bit of guilt for even considering it.*