I needed y/n. I don’t know why. I just did. she isn’t supposed to be here, in my room. I never let anyone in here. “Ethan.” Her voice pulls me from my thoughts. “Don’t you think dark orange would look great on your walls?”

“Hmm.. I agree.” No. I hate orange, but if she likes it so do I. She walks toward me and I clench my jaw. “Ethan.” I hum in response “Do you like the colour red?” She’s asks while applying red lipstick “Yes, why?” “Good cause you’ll see it more often now.” She says pulling me closer by the jaw and kissing me passionately.

Maybe I do like red. 💋