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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Rosy's point of view

My parents go and wait in the car for me when it's time to go and me and Ethan sit on his stairs while everybody else is still in the living room It's weird having to say goodnight and then go to our separate homes. We both matured while we lived together, it was such a grown up thing to do and now we're having to act like the teenagers we are again, saying goodnight because it's past my curfew and things like that. I guess Ethan finds it a little frustrating. He is older than me, at his age he's meant to be able to see his girlfriend all the time. He doesn't show it though. 

"You should ask if you can sleep over here one night." he says. "I mean I know they probably don't want you sleeping out at the flat for various reasons and when you're under their roof it's their rules and stuff, but next time I stay at my parents' house, you should stay over. It's not like my parents won't be here."

"I think they'd probably want us to sleep in different rooms." I laugh. "They're just like that. I'm sorry, it's kind of pathetic."

He smiles, shaking his head. "You are younger than me, Rosy, the rules are different with you. I get that. I just miss not spending loads of time with you."

"I miss it too." I tell him. "We're just gonna have to get used to it. Three more years and I'll be eighteen, we can do whatever we like."

He laughs, happily. "You think we're still going to be together in three years?" 

"You don't?"

"I hope we are." he nods. "And I think we can do that."

I smile knowingly, squeezing his hand. "We'll be okay."

He chuckles, kissing my cheek. "Yes we will."

"I've gotta go home." I hug him tightly. "I'll call you or something."

"Good."

"Night, E."

"Night Rosy."

 

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