21

I heard Ethan gasp next to me.

We were back in my room and lying on the bed. Every time Ethan came to our house and he was in my room, I didn't lock the door. He's the same way when I'm in his room. Sometimes he leaves the door open for us to see inside.

Then his older brother would tease us.

"Alright, get dressed and I'll take you there. Maybe you're missing something there besides work," he responded coldly.

I glanced at him and saw his serious look again. I laughed weakly that I knew he heard because he glanced at me. Glance with distress. He's acting wrong again, he's jealous again.

I hugged him and pressed myself to him. "You're jealous."

"I'm not jealous, FYI."

"Really?" he nodded and snorted.

"If you do come in, you'll understand. As long as your fever comes back, you take a whole medicine, right? You won't crush it, then when you get home, remove your ear because you're not listening."

I know this is a serious conversation and situation, but I can't help but laugh. Ethan looke