Wonderstruck

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.

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Ethan's point of view

Rosy's phone rings at about three in the morning. I wake up groggily, realising that I have my arms wrapped around her. I appreciate how that feels to have her right there in my arms. I appreciate the fact that she's right here and nowhere else and I hold her tighter for a moment before she gently takes my arms away from her to answer the phone. I don't really eavesdrop- I just couldn't help but listen. 

"Hello?" she says quietly and sleepily. 

Rosy's point of view

"Rose!" Nicole exclaims down the phone. "I'm so sorry I haven't called, you know my parents don't let me use the landline and my mobile broke and I literally just got a new one today and waited up for it to finish installing things so I could call you-"

"Nicole, it's alright." I laugh quietly so I don't wake Ethan up. "What's up?" 

"You just left the dance and you weren't at home!" she hisses. "Not that I'm mad, I'm just worried, naturally. What happened? Where are you? I had sex with Adam-"

"What?" I demand. "How was that on subject?"

"I just wanted to get it out there." she says, simply. "Anyway, seriously, where are you? What happened?" 

I sigh. "Stuff between my dad and Ethan. There was a huge fight, my mum told me to go with Ethan so I did. I'm just staying here for a while."

Ethan's point of view

For more than a while, I think to myself. 

She talks to Nicole for a little while longer and then crawls back into bed beside me. I can't help but act as if I'm just waking up. 

"Alright?" I murmur, moving so that we can both be comfortable. 

"Yeah." she whispers. "It was Nicole."

"How is she?" I ask. 

"Good. She slept with that friend of yours."

I laugh. "Fantastic. I didn't think girls of your age did that."

"Some do." I thought she was shrugging but she's just moving closer to me. I've never been more thankful for crappy heating facilities in this flat. 

"Just not you, hey?" I ask, softly. 

She shakes her head. "Not me."

I kiss her forehead. "I'm glad."

She frowns, turning on the lamp beside us as we both realise we're not going back to sleep until 6am now that we've started talking. I love it when this happens. She sits on one side of the couch/bed and I sit on the other. I like that we don't feel the need to constantly be touching or holding each other, we're not that kind of couple. Sometimes we're just like friends, we appreciate that we love each other and we just talk. 

"What do you mean you're glad?" she doesn't ask in an angry way, just a curious way. 

"Is this going to be one of those nights where we have to turn the bed back into a couch because we stay up talking?" I ask. 

"Absolutely. Now don't change the subject, I want to know what you mean by the fact that you're glad I don't sleep around."

I sigh, exasperated, because I don't know what I mean. "I don't know. I just like that you haven't given yourself up to anyone and that you respect yourself."

She smiles a happy smile. "That's sweet."

"Not that Nicole doesn't respect herself. But you know what I mean."

"Yeah."

"Can we carry on playing the questions game?" I ask. "I liked learning new things about you." 

She laughs. "Sure. Go."

"How did you and Nicole meet?" I ask. It's just a little curiosity that's been in the back of my mind for ages. 

She laughs and then is about to tell me but laughs again. She laughs for a full 3 minutes without stopping and I can't help but laugh too at the tears streaming down her cheeks even though I have no idea what she's laughing at. 

"Okay." she breathes, still giggling a little. "It's not even that funny, but it's a funny memory. It was in the PE changing rooms after PE one day and she was reapplying her eyeliner and the bell went and she jumped so hard and stabbed herself in the eye-" she pauses to laugh again. "And she cried for an hour straight and it doesn't sound funny but it's so typical her that I cry whenever I remember it. Anyway, I took her to the nurse's office and we talked quite a bit and now we're friends."

I laugh, genuinely finding the story funny. "Wow. Nice one."

She laughs. "How did you meet Adam?" 

"Guys don't remember stuff like that." I explain. "We just sort of talk and eat."

"You should see Adam." she says, all of a sudden. "Have him over tomorrow when I'm at school."

I ignore her suggestion. "You're going to school? Don't go to school."

"I'm going to school." she says. "And you're going to see Adam."

"I don't want to see Adam." I say, aware that I look and sound like a sulky child right now. I flip over to her side of the couch and pull her onto my lap. "I want to see you."

She laughs. "That was cheesy."

"I don't care!" I protest. "I don't want you to go tomorrow."

"E, I have to go to school, even if you don't." she rests her forehead against mine. "Plus, no offence, but I don't just want to stay in here all day all the time."

I frown, knowing the's right. "Fine."

She smiles, trying to get me to look at her. "Ethan."

I can't resist anymore and I look at her smiling and I smile too. "Rosy."

"Will you take me to school tomorrow, please?" she says, still smiling. 

"For a price." I tease and kiss her. 

I could do it all night to be honest. I could speak to her all night of course, but I could just kiss her all night too. I don't know why, I don't know what it is. I've kissed other girls before and I liked them a lot at the time and it was great, but this is so different. It's like we're telling each other things that we couldn't possibly say in words. It's like we're appreciating the fact that we are both right here, right now, not with anybody else. We're appreciating the fact that all of a sudden, we are just a pair and we both have other friends and families and lives but if we were in a crowded room on two different sides with these two different lives, we'd see each other and go outside to talk. I'm appreciating the fact that she looks at me and she talks to me and thinks 'that is who I love', that's just unbelievable. It's just so honest. 

I sigh happily, pulling away. I feel weak and dizzy and I wonder if she feels the same way. She seems a little breathless and I can't believe I made her feel that way. 

"I don't want us to say it too much and for it to just be something we see as a phrase rather than something we really mean," she whispers, still sounding breathless. "But I love you."

"I feel the same way but I love you too." I whisper back. "Okay let's stop saying it as much now."

She laughs, quietly. "I've gotta go to sleep or I'll be screwed tomorrow."

I sigh but then smile. "Okay."

We both lie down again and I pull her close against me, kissing her forehead. 

"E?" 

"Yeah?"

"I can't breathe."

"Oh shit, sorry." we both laugh a little as I let go of her. She puts her arms around me instead. "Better?" I whisper.

"Better." she whispers and falls asleep a second later.

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