Forbidden Fruit | Ethan & Avery
He really had hit rock bottom. That was the only way to justify what he was doing, which was not only pointless but completely uncharacteristic of the male. The decent-sized tub of Half Baked Ben & Jerry's ice-cream was quickly working to freeze his fingertips, as his thumb pressed down over the top of the lid to hold the two spoons he'd brought along in place.
Ethan could almost feel the irony in the flavour he'd chosen, considering his sudden pondering on whether or not he really was half baked. There were only a select few people he knew he'd do this for, and Avery Tennant sure wasn't one of them. He barely knew the girl and usually their passing conversations just consisted of him laying out his normal crude jokes and her either reacting and giving him his satisfaction or brushing them off.
As he made it to the door he'd been informed was hers, Ethan tapped his knuckles on the hard wood. He waited, hoping that he hadn't stopped at the wrong room and wouldn't be required to explain his unexpected presence. God forbid it was someone he knew, which would've been more likely than not, considering that it was Terrace. The last thing Ethan wanted to do was explain why he was delivering a tub of ice-cream to some girl, followed by the additional information of his sober state.
Once the door began to move, Ethan's almost permanent smug grin found its way onto his features. "Did someone order ice-cream?" he inquired, wiggling his eyebrows as he held the tub up in his hand. "That'll be ten dollars. No discounts either, so don't get any ideas."