hayloft by mother mother and ethan!
y'all better send my baby some asks 😠😠😠😠😠
You’re the sweetest ever ily 😭💕
You slide another bobby pin into your hair, pushing your hair up and out of your face before looking yourself in the mirror. You let out a shallow breath, turning around to see your outfit in the reflection, your dark jeans, black boots, your boyfriend’s navy blue sweatshirt. You bite your tongue, trying your hardest to contain the rush of anxiety and excitement filling you right now. You sit down in front of your dresser, gripping the sides of your stool and bouncing your knees up and down. You know you didn’t have to worry too much, your dad had gone to bed an hour ago, and once his head hits his pillow he’s out like a light. But still; that doesn’t ease the anticipation you feel.
Your phone lights up, and you pick it up to see it’s the snap you were expecting from a certain twin. You grin, unlocking your phone and opening it. Your heartbeat rings louder in your ears when you see it’s a photo of your bedroom window taken from the front yard, the words across it reading: “Get your ass out here before I get out my boombox 😛”.
You scramble towards your window, looking through to see that famliar lean figure looking up at you from the grass, a helmet tucked under his arm. You unlock it, and push it open.
“Hurry up!"
“Okay okay!” You run over to your bed, bending down to pick up the rope securely attached to the bed frame. You tighten the knot one more time and give it a hard yank to test it, and it doesn’t budge. You begin unraveling it, bringing it up to the window opening and peaking your head through.
“Here!” You whisper-yell, throwing the rest of it down to Ethan. He catches it and let’s it fall to the ground.
You let out a shaky breath. “Okay...” gripping the thick coil in your hands, you lean out the window, propping both your feet up onto the window sill. For some reason the ground has never looked farther away than it does in this moment.
“Fuck, E-”
“I’ve got you baby.” He looks up at your with his arms outstretched. “You’re not gonna fall, but if you do your pretty tushie will not hit the ground.” He smiles. You would’ve laughed it not for your nerves.
“Okay okay okay-” You take your left foot off the window sill and plant it on the outside wall, thank god you didn’t wear converse or else they’d slip right off the concrete. Your knuckles turning white from your grip, you lift your other foot off, planting it next to your left.
“There you go.” You hear Ethan’s calming voice below you, and you slowly begin to climb down, the rope sliding inch by inch through your fingers until finally your body is enveloped by two strong arms, you unable to feel his cold fingertips from beneath the material of your sweater but never feeling more safe.
“Took you long enough.” He mutters in your ear, and you roll your eyes and shove his face with your hand.
“Asshole.”
“Come on already, it’s fucking freezing I wanna move,” He goes to grab your arm but you shove him again, racing past him for his bike parked on the other side of the road.
“You little-” He yells after you, and you turn around as you laugh to see him doing so as well.
“Shut up! My dad’ll hear yo-” You almost get your sentence out before running straight into his bike, you almost falling over. Thankfully you don’t, but the bike Ford, it hitting the pavement with a loud clang, you shrieking “fuck!” incredibly loud in the process.
“Y/N you-” The lights illuminate behind Ethan, and you both turn around to see one of the second story windows of your house emitting a soft yellow light.
“Shit shit shit come on!” You whisper at him, grabbing his bike and setting it up right. He hops on, you climbing on after him onto the companion seat as you grip his torso.
“GO!” You yell as you see a figure approach the window, two hands opening the sealed glass.
“Y/N!” A booming voice erupts from the window sill, and you look behind you as Ethan pedals off to see your father’s scowling face growing smaller and smaller.
“Byeee Dad! I’ll be back before the sun’s up! Love youuuu!” You scream over your shoulder, unable to hear the yells and shouts as your distance from the house grows more and more, until your too far down the street to see it anymore.
“He’s gonna be so mad,” Ethan says, barely even panting as you both shoot past the houses along the street.
“He’ll live,” You say, scooching closer to him so your chest is against his back, your arms coming up and around to hold his shoulders.
“Yea, but I won’t.” He chuckles, and you swat his helmet, shaking your head as you nestle your cheek against his shoulder.
“He hates me enough you know.” He breathes out, slowing his pedalling as he turns a corner.
“That’s not on you though. He hates everybody I hang out with.” You brush a finger against his cheek, his cold skin warming at the touch of your fingers.
“Yea but maybe you shouldn’t piss him off all the time-”
“E. He can’t control me forever. I’m an adult now.”
“An adult who’s still in high school-”
“He has to learn that he can’t make all my choices for me!”
“You could just try and talk to him-”
“I have tried, Ethan. I wouldn’t be doing this if he was someone you could reason with. If he doesn’t get it now, I don’t think he will. And I’d get it if you were like a bad guy, but you’re not, and I love you so it doesn’t even matter anyways.”
Ethan bites the inside of his cheek, trying to suppress the smile on his face. “You love me, hm?”
You roll your eyes and groan. “You’re such a prick.”
“You said it-”
“And I regret it!”
“Too bad, ‘cause I love you too.”
