8 | pt.2

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@awarethan

Elena Davis
Wednesday,
7:00pm

"I don't wanna be alone tonight (alone tonight)"

"It's pretty clear that I'm not over you (over you, over you)"

"I'm still thinking 'bout the things you do (things you do)"

"So I don't wanna be alone tonight, alone tonight, alone tonight...."

"Hey, I'm gonna go to the bathroom."

I spoke in Ethan's ear. Considering the music was too loud for him to hear me over it.

He nodded, and pointed behind him which showed a hallway. Telling me that's where the bathroom was.

I quickly went off.

Shutting the bathroom door behind me, all the music faded away. Now it was just me and my thoughts.

I was having an amazing time with him. We were dancing and drinking...ginger ale of course.

It was very sweet of him do to that. Considering he could've just drank the night away and gotten me an Uber home instead.

But...there were definitely eyes on us. He said the party would be small and it is, but the fact that there's this many A-listers in one room and I've never even seen one in person before, the place is pretty crowded. Very.

I'm trying not to act like I'm freaking out inside for his sake, but it's very hard. We've also had to dodge a lot of photos, some of them being from celebrities phones or what looked like nobodies...not sure how they even got in, but hey, I did.

I've definitely seen people staring at us and whispering, but what was I expecting? Ethan is literally one of the worlds most famous actors right now...of course people are wondering who this new girl he's with is.

And I-

*knock knock*

I jumped.

"Uh-someone's in here!"

"I know, it's me."

I sighed.

It was really comforting to hear just his voice right now.

"I just came to see if you were okay?"

I unlocked the door, and quickly pulled him in.

"Hey," he laughed.

I locked it again after he came in and turned to face him.

"Do you remember...when you first texted me that one night? You were telling me how you liked me, but you didn't want articles about you and some mystery girl."

He nodded.

"Yeah...I remember, why?"

"I'm scared, what if...what if photos of us together get out?"

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