Do you ever just see a beautiful stranger? Not just a stranger that looks nice, but a really beautiful stranger who just captures you with the way they look and the way they act and makes you think about them at 2 am. A beautiful stranger that leaves you wonder struck and makes you somehow want to see them again and be with them forever yet at the same time, make you want to stay away from them so they remain this mysterious beautiful person that's in the world that would never hurt you.
I should have gone with the latter.


20. 20

Rose's point of view

I walk through the front door, already heading to my room to sulk. I'm still mad but my dad looks up. 

"Hey sweetie." he smiles. "How was your day?"

I don't return the smile. "It was okay."

"What lessons did you have?" he asks.

"English, Science, gym." 

"Gym?" he asks. My dad's on the school board for our school. He knows everything and everyone. "I heard that boy is working in the gym department now."

I nod. "He is. But don't worry, I didn't speak to him. That's what I would have done if I was allowed to live my life."

He sighs. "Rose, I was only thinking of you."

I sigh. "Whatever."

I try to go up to my room again but my mum stops me on the landing, taking my hand. I realise how kind my mother is and how much I appreciate that and my face crumples, tears in my eyes. I see her eyes glisten in a similar way. 

"I've tried to speak to him." she whispers. "He won't listen."

"I just want to see Ethan. Properly." I whisper back. "What exactly has he heard that's so bad?" 

She sighs, shaking her head. "I don't know. Just that he's friends with some bad people, that he's done a couple of bad things, just that he has an attitude really. I don't believe for a minute that he's a bad guy though, honey, I don't think you'd fall for somebody if they were really a bad person."

"I wouldn't!" I agree.

"Look I'm trying as hard as I can, honey." she sighs. "But your father and I have never been in any sort of negativity before. There's only so much I can do before things start to go wrong."

I feel horrible. I have barely been thinking about them, I've just been thinking about Ethan. I suddenly realise that I haven't seen my parents together a lot recently. My mum's been going out shopping by herself at weekends or my dad has been staying late at work. Come to think of it, I haven't seen them talk or hug or kiss at all. My parents have always been sort of free spirited and happy, my dad isn't really a business man, they've always been kind of spiritual. My mum more than my dad, and my mum believes in love. I think she trusts mine and Ethan's connection more than I do and for that, she's putting her love on the line for mine.

"I'll talk to him." she kisses my forehead. 

I shake my head. "You don't have to."

She nods. "I do. And not just for you and Ethan, but for myself as well. I think I'm realising some things about mine and your father's relationship that I never realised before."

My face crumples again. "This is my fault!"

"No!" she exclaims, holding my face in her hands. They're cool compared to the hot tears that have been running down my cheeks. "Your father and I aren't going to split up or anything sweetheart, we just need to talk. We'll be just fine and either way, it's not your fault that things are bad. You fell in love-"

"I'm not in love." I laugh, weakly.

She smiles. "Okay, you fell for somebody. The whole situation has just made me realise things that I need to realise for things to be as good as they can be. That's not your fault."

I hug her, breathing in her scent. "I love you, Mum."

"I love you too sweetheart."

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