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

We walk through the front door of the flat and straight away, very much to my surprise, Rosy wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. I kiss her back but when we'd usually stop, we carry on. She tugs on my shirt, pulling me over to the couch. I go with it but in my head I'm thinking what the bloody hell is going on?

"Rosy." I say, pulling away for a second but I'm not strong enough to not go back to her lips. 

"Shhh." she hushes me. Even though I'm thinking Rosy, stop that , I pull her onto my lap, kissing her some more before I get my thoughts together. 

"No, stop." I whisper. "I know where you're going with this, Rosy, and I'm saying no."

"I thought this is what you wanted."

"I do." I admit. "But do you want that?" 

She frowns but smiles at the same time. "That's why I was heading in that direction..."

I laugh a little, wiping my hand over my face. "Oh Rosy."

She laughs. "What?" 

"You're just funny." I say, laughing. 

She grins, pushing me. "Just stop changing the subject. Why not?" 

I press my lips together, smiling a little bit as I play with her hand. "One day, yes. But not now."

"But we're both ready now."

"No." I shake my head. "We both want it now. We are both - and you more than I - are hormonal teenagers. We may think we're ready, but we're not. Rosy, you're fifteen, every girl your age is making the mistake of sleeping with somebody and then regretting it-"

"I would never regret it." she frowns. 

"You might." I tell her. "You're young. You're meant to be making mistakes now, but not this kind."

She groans, jumping off of my lap onto the couch next to me. "You're such a girl about this."

"And you're such a guy about this." I wink. 

She glares at me, but I can see the smile in her eyes. "I'm going to make dinner." she says, matter-of-factly. 

And she walks over to the phone and orders pizza and it's like nothing ever happened.

 

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