When Ethan took me to a bar, his friends started teasing him: "Look at the great Ethan Carter, babysitting at a bar?" He shoved a bottle of chocolate milk into my hands: "Kids grow up fast these days, gotta keep a close eye on her." Later, when I brought a guy friend to meet him, he looked at me and smirked: "You used to call me 'Hubby', now you're calling me 'Brother'. Don't you think that's a little inappropriate?" 1 After my parents passed away in an accident, I was taken in by the Carter family. Before I even had a chance to get used to my new surroundings, Mr. and Mrs. Carter had to leave on a business trip, leaving me alone in the house with their only son, Ethan. He was tall, lounging lazily on the sofa, his long legs seemingly taking up too much space. He had an arrogant, rebellious air about him, and a face that was undeniably striking. I was a junior in high school; he was a senior. Without thinking much of it, I called out, "Brother." He frowned, his expression flat. "Who's your brother?" I quietly pointed at him, "You." I set my backpack down, but before I could even sit, Ethan suddenly spoke up: "I..." I jumped, standing up as straight as a flagpole. He stayed silent for a moment, looking annoyed. "My mom said our families arranged for us to get married when we were kids?" I nodded. "My grandma arranged it with your grandma when they were young." If it weren't for that connection, I probably wouldn't have been taken in by the Carters. "What century is this? Arranged marriages? I don't want any part of it. Do you?" His eyes were a very light shade of brown. Looking at me against the light, he gave off a somewhat intimidating vibe. I shook my head. "I don't want it either." He smirked. "Good. From now on, we live our own lives and mind our own business in this house. Got it?" I nodded. After making that clear, Ethan got up and headed upstairs. I quickly grabbed my backpack and hurried after him. "Bro... Ethan, where am I sleeping?" "Across from me." I thanked him and hurried downstairs to grab my suitcase. It was heavy, and I struggled to pull it up the stairs. Finally, Ethan effortlessly took it from me and dropped it at my door. "Don't bother me." SLAM. His door shut firmly. Mrs. Carter had prepared everything for me. The bed was made, the closet was stocked with new clothes, and there was a desk set up. I tried to do some homework but couldn't focus. I was starving. I went downstairs to the kitchen and opened the fridge. It was fully stocked with sodas and energy drinks, but not a single piece of actual food. I went back to my room, grabbed some cash, and headed out to buy groceries. This was an upscale suburban neighborhood. I wandered around for a bit, but there weren't any stores in sight, barely even any people. I had to head back. After hesitating for three seconds, I knocked on Ethan's door. It took him a long time to answer. He had headphones around his neck and a look of deep annoyance on his face. "Didn't I say..." "I'm hungry," I blurted out, my face burning with embarrassment. He paused, looking at me strangely. "You're this old and you still need someone to feed you?" I felt a bit exasperated. "There's no food in the kitchen." "Then go buy some. Out the door, take a left, then a right, walk about half a mile, and there's a grocery store." I bought groceries, came back, and knocked on his door again. "What now?" I blinked, feeling like Ethan was looking at me like he wanted to eat me. "Do you want to eat?" "You can cook?" "Yes." "Why wouldn't I eat a free, home-cooked meal?" "If you eat my food, you have to take me to school on Monday and introduce me to my teachers." I looked away awkwardly, avoiding his intense gaze. "I don't know the way." And I didn't know a single soul at this new school. Ethan let out a cynical laugh. "You really know how to push your luck. Fine, deal." "Thank you, brother." I practically flew downstairs. After my parents died, my grandma took me in, and we lived with my uncle and aunt. It was okay at first, but over time, my aunt grew to resent me, and by extension, my grandma. After my grandma passed away, my aunt stopped hiding her disdain. Once, I was falsely accused of stealing money and was beaten. When I fought back, I was locked out of the house and told I couldn't eat. So, when Mr. and Mrs. Carter showed up with a letter from my grandma to take me in, I went with them without hesitation. No matter how bad it was here, it couldn't be worse than living with my aunt. Except that Ethan seemed to find me really annoying. By the time I finished washing the vegetables, a figure suddenly appeared in the kitchen doorway. I jumped. "When did you get here?" "At the rate you're going, we won't eat until midnight. Move over." "I can help prep." "Don't need it." I had no choice but to leave. I sat on the couch, scrolling through my phone, occasionally glancing towards the kitchen. Half an hour later, Ethan and I were sitting across from each other, eating. I took one bite of the stir-fry and my whole face scrunched up. I had never tasted anything so awful in my life. If you can't cook, just say so! I can! Why did you insist on doing it? This food could probably poison a pig. Ethan seemed completely oblivious to how terrible his cooking was. "Are you getting full just looking at it?" I quickly looked away, trying to be polite. "The food you make is... very unique." "If it's so unique, then finish it all." My eyes widened. He put down his chopsticks. "This is the first time I've ever cooked for someone..." Realizing how that sounded, he roughly ruffled my hair. "Just don't leave any leftovers." 2 Thank goodness there were eggs. I made myself a bowl of egg fried rice, cleaned up the kitchen, and went upstairs. Ethan went out. Having the house to myself was relaxing. I did some homework, washed up, and got into bed. Just as I was drifting off, there was a knock at the door. I opened it, yawning. Ethan saw me, his eyes sweeping up and down, and whatever he was about to say died in his throat. After a long pause, he shoved a bag into my hands, his face dark, warning me, "Don't ever dress like this around the house!" I looked down. I was wearing a little spaghetti-strap nightgown. My face turned beet red. It wasn't like I did it on purpose! "Though, honestly, you're flat as a board front and back, so there's not much to look at anyway." Me: "..." Considering he brought me late-night takeout, I decided not to argue. "Thanks for the food." "Don't flatter yourself. It was leftovers for the dog, but the dog was asleep." "What dog? We don't have a dog." Realizing Ethan was smirking mischievously, I raised my voice in annoyance. "Ethan!" He gave a long, drawn-out "Oh." "Not calling me 'brother' anymore?" Brother, my foot. Ethan was super annoying, but the barbecue was delicious. 3 The next day was Saturday. Even though it was the weekend, I still woke up early. As I came downstairs, I heard a bunch of loud, male voices coming from the living room. I hesitated, wondering if I should go down. The guys in the living room saw me and all turned to stare. Three seconds later. "Holy shit, Ethan, why is there a girl coming downstairs in your house first thing in the morning? What did you do?" "You animal, she looks so young! No wonder you kept lagging out of our game last night, you were busy..." "Shut up, all of you." Ethan kicked the guy closest to him, frowning. "Come down." It was incredibly awkward, but I went down anyway. Ethan's friends all looked older than me, so I just decided to greet them all as "brother." The guys were thrilled, eagerly shoving sodas into my hands. "Nice to meet you, little sister." Ethan suddenly reached out, yanked me to his side, snatched a soda from my arms, opened it, took a sip, and said in a teasing, arrogant tone, "Exactly how many 'good brothers' do you have?" "Come on, man, why are you bullying the poor girl?" Ethan gave me a half-smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Was I bullying you?" This guy was so mean. Honestly, I wasn't really a "good girl" either, but living under someone else's roof, I had to play the part. So, I gave him a sweet smile and said in my most innocent voice, "My brother is the best to me." I almost gagged after saying it. Ethan was clearly taken aback, looking at me like I was a ghost. He dragged me out to the garden and warned me in a low voice, "In front of other people, untangle your tongue before you speak to me!" I blinked innocently. "Okay, brother." "Alright, Chloe, it's only been one day and you're already getting bold. Think you can walk all over me?" "I'm not walking all over you. Don't be dramatic." For once, Ethan was speechless. He suddenly chuckled, took a step closer, and his voice dropped low. "Call me 'brother' again. Let me hear it." He was too close. So close I could hear his heartbeat and smell the faint, clean scent he wore. I held my breath and took a step back. "Brother." Then I turned and ran as fast as I could. I was all bravado and no substance. Behind me, I heard Ethan click his tongue, and a barely audible whisper reached my ears. "Little wildcat." 4 Ethan and his friends were barbecuing in the backyard. They had ordered pre-marinated meat, so they just had to grill it. But teenage guys are terrible at barbecuing. They weren't paying attention, grilling while playing on their phones, and the meat was turning into charcoal. I watched the third batch of burnt chicken wings get tossed and sighed. At this rate, we wouldn't eat until next year. "Let me do it." "Alright, Chloe, you keep an eye on it. I'll take over when I finish this match." I grilled a whole plate and set it on the table just as Ethan came out after changing his clothes. He was wearing a black t-shirt, his hair still damp. When he wasn't talking, he looked very cold and unapproachable. I asked, "What do you want to eat? I'll grill it for you." "Hey man, your sister is pretty good at this. It's actually delicious." Ethan grabbed the entire plate. "If you want to eat, grill it yourself." "Come on, man, taking the whole plate is just cruel." "My sister grilled this for me. You got a problem with that?" He pulled up a chair and sat down. Seeing that I wasn't moving, he said, "You try a piece first." I suddenly had the strange feeling of being a king's food taster, testing the meal to make sure it wasn't poisoned. I rolled my eyes, plopped down in the chair next to him, and feeling mischievous, put on a glove, grabbed a chicken wing, and said, "Ethan." He looked up at me, and I took the opportunity to shove the chicken wing into his mouth. My fingers brushed against his soft lips. It felt like an electric shock. I flinched, my hand knocking over a glass of hot water on the table, spilling it all over him. I saw him stiffen and quickly grabbed some napkins to help him wipe it up. But as soon as I reached for the cup, I froze. The water had spilled right onto... that specific area. My face slowly turned crimson. I had never felt a water glass burn so hot. I didn't know whether to grab it or leave it. I swallowed hard, bracing myself, and moved the cup. I thought I saw him flinch, but before I could be sure, a hand clamped down on the back of my head, forcing me to look up and meet his eyes. Our eyes locked. Ethan's dark eyes were fierce and intense, but his voice was a bit hoarse. "Staring at a guy's crotch... what's wrong with you? Get up." He pulled me up, quickly let go, and took long strides back into the house. The other guys were confused. "What's wrong with him? Where's he going? Is he done playing?" "He spilled something on his pants..." After saying that, I followed him upstairs. A while later, Ethan came out. Seeing me standing there, he wasn't as fierce as before, looking a bit cocky. "Didn't get a good enough look?" I choked, looking at the ceiling, looking at the floor, looking anywhere but at him. "Are... are you burned?" Ethan was an only child. If he got seriously burned down there, I'd be dead meat. Ethan was silent for a long time. I thought he wasn't going to answer, when his voice, deliberately lowered, tickled my ear. "Do you want to... check it for me?" 5 Truly spoken like a teenage boy. They'll say anything. I pretended to be innocent. "Sure! And I can hand-wash those pants for you, too." As soon as the words left my mouth, Ethan's look changed to one that clearly said, "Are you out of your mind?" Three seconds later, he gritted his teeth. "Get out of my sight. Right now." I sprinted into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face until the burning sensation subsided. ………… On Monday, I woke up bright and early. The housekeeper had already made breakfast. I had just finished eating when Ethan came downstairs, his hair a mess, looking like he had just rolled out of bed. He grabbed a bagel, swallowed it in two bites, chugged a glass of warm water, and was done in less than a minute. "Let's go." Now I understood why Mrs. Carter told me not to wait for him to eat. I hurried after him. When I saw him pull out his bicycle, I was dumbfounded. "Where am I supposed to sit?" There was no backseat. Ethan just gave a casual "Oh." "You can run behind me." I almost choked. Then I saw him let go of the handlebars and lean back slightly. "Right here on the crossbar. Take it or leave it." Take it. Of course I'd take it. I awkwardly climbed on. It wasn't until he grabbed the handlebars, his body leaning forward, practically caging me in his arms, that I felt incredibly awkward. "Did you take a shower this morning?" I asked, trying to make conversation. "Did you see me?" I almost fell off the bike. "No, it's just... your body wash smells exactly like mine." I figured Mrs. Carter had bought us the same kind. Ethan gave a lazy "Oh." "So you're saying you smell like me?" Is that something you should say?! Wait, what kind of inappropriate conversation was this? What was I even saying? This was a terrible attempt at small talk. I just shut my mouth and stayed quiet the whole ride to school. Ethan might have a sharp tongue, but he made sure everything was taken care of. He showed me around, took me to the principal's office, and only then went to his own homeroom. I was put in my new class and ended up sitting next to a girl named Maya. We became fast friends after bonding over some school gossip for one period. After class, she came back from the bathroom and handed me a meal card. "Ethan told me to give this to you." "Did he say why he gave it to me?" "Probably worried you wouldn't be able to eat. You're new so you might not know, but our cafeteria doesn't take cash. The staff member who handles the cards is only here on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so you wouldn't be able to get one today. Hey... you two aren't dating, are you?" "He's my cousin." "What a shame. Incest is illegal." "..." 6 After dinner, Maya and I went for a walk around the track, which really just meant we were going to watch the guys play basketball. "Guys look their absolute best during two stages of their lives: high school and college. The abs are just top-tier. We're here to relax so we have energy for evening study hall. Look, all these girls are here to relax too," Maya said. I suddenly remembered a funny video I'd seen online recently about a girl playing blindfolded hide-and-seek with a bunch of hot guys. I chuckled. My eyes were drawn to a tall, lean guy in a blue and white jersey. He did a three-step layup and dunked the ball. The girls around me went crazy, cheering excitedly. Caught up in the atmosphere, I let out a loud, piercing wolf whistle. Suddenly, everyone around us went completely silent, making my whistle echo incredibly loudly. Not just the girls, but even the guys on the court turned to look at me. "Whoa, Ethan, another girl's gone crazy for you." The guy in the blue and white jersey was none other than Ethan. Our eyes met, and he smirked. He looked good, but I could clearly see the mischievous glint in his eye. I pretended to be cool. "Let's go back." "You don't want to watch anymore? Ethan's really good at basketball, and he's hot." "Do you think your own brother is hot?" "No, I think my brother looks like a dog." "I feel the same way." 7 After evening study hall, I didn't wait for Ethan and walked home by myself. I had just finished a practice test when there was a knock at the door. I opened it a crack and peeked out. "What's wrong?" "Come out." "I'm scared of the dark." Ethan looked a bit exasperated. "You weren't scared when you were wolf-whistling at the track, were you?" "That wasn't me!" He gave a slow, sarcastic "Oh," pulled out his phone, and played a video someone had clearly taken of me. The entire second floor echoed with my very loud, very inappropriate wolf whistle. "..." "Good girl?" Ethan let out a soft laugh. I felt like he was mocking me. "..." "From now on, at school, you are not allowed to whistle at guys. If I catch you, I'll break your legs." 8 Ethan started biking me to school in the mornings and walking me home after evening study hall. Before long, a lot of girls knew that Ethan had a "cousin" who had just transferred. So, all the love letters they were too scared to give him directly were shoved into my hands, and all the gifts they were too shy to present in person were given to me to pass along. The most ridiculous one was a girl who called me in the middle of the night, asking me to go check if Ethan was asleep, and if he wasn't, to take a picture of his abs for her. She even Venmo'd me twenty bucks. Hesitating for even a second would have been disrespectful to that twenty bucks. I immediately knocked on Ethan's door and poked my head in. "Are you interested in a quick business opportunity?" "Are you short on cash?" "It's super easy. You just let me take a picture of you, and you make five bucks. Good deal, right?" "Nudes?" My eyes lit up, but I tried to act demure as I pulled out my phone. "Oh, I couldn't possibly ask for that." Ethan's lip twitched, and he motioned for me to come over. I eagerly trotted over. He snatched my phone out of my hand. I tried to grab it back, but he pinned me down with one hand and scrolled through my phone with the other. "I'm only worth five bucks?" "Give it back!" "My picture, and you only give me five bucks. Chloe, you're pretty good at using me to make money. A high school boy is worth more than..." "Ethan!" My face flushed red. Like a cat getting its tail stepped on, I lunged at him. He was caught off guard, and I tackled him to the floor. The phone slipped from his hand and slid across the room. I was a bit dazed from the fall, but my first thought was: Thank god he didn't see my texts. My conversations with Maya were completely unhinged. But man, that fall hurt. I complained, "Why are you so hard everywhere?" "Get up." Ethan's voice sounded a bit strained. I mumbled an "Oh" and let him pull me up. Before I could fully recover, Ethan practically shoved me out of his room. The door slammed shut, almost hitting my nose. The next second, the door cracked open and my phone was thrust out. Weirdo. I was suddenly annoyed. I went downstairs to get a glass of water, and as I walked back up, I could faintly hear the shower running in his room. The next morning during reading period, I found a fifty-dollar bill tucked inside my English textbook. Mrs. Carter always put money in an envelope for me; only Ethan would just slip it into a book. He remembered me saying I was broke last night and was worried I wouldn't have money to spend. My heart felt full, and an uncontrollable feeling slowly began to bubble up inside me. 9 Half a month later, Mr. and Mrs. Carter came back and brought us gifts. Ethan grabbed his, lazily headed upstairs, but was stopped by Mrs. Carter. "Help your sister carry hers." "It's okay, Auntie, I can carry it. It's not heavy," I quickly said, hugging the large stuffed animal she had given me. "Your brother hasn't been bullying you, has he?" "No, my brother even bought me a bike." Then I added, feeling a bit shy, "He gave me pocket money, too." Ever since the photo incident, he stopped giving me rides on his bike. "If he gives it to you, take it. Seeing you two get along makes me happy. We're family, don't treat him like a stranger. If anyone at school dares to bully you, tell him." "Okay, Auntie," I said sweetly. Ethan suddenly let out a short laugh, clearly mocking the fact that I acted differently around his parents than I did with him. "What's so funny?" Mrs. Carter asked. "Nothing. Just suddenly remembered that when I was playing basketball, a girl wolf-whistled at me." He's never going to let that go, is he? Mrs. Carter frowned. "Don't you go messing around with girls!" "Maybe the girls are messing around with me." "What?" "Mom, I'm going upstairs to do homework." Ethan dropped the subject and looked at me with a half-smile. "Sister, aren't you coming up?" I was. I followed him with a deadpan expression. Before going into my room, I gave him a deep bow. "I'm sorry, brother. I shouldn't have tried to sell your photo. And I'm returning the meal card from last time. Thank you." "Kowtow once and I'll forgive you." I instantly bristled. "I didn't even sell it! I gave the money back!" "Then we're good, right?" "I don't have to kowtow?" I was still a bit confused. "Are you thinking of some weird way to get back at me?" "Want to know?" I didn't say anything, and Ethan added, "I wouldn't recommend being curious." "???" "The things teenage guys think about are dirtier than a public restroom." 10 The weekend came quickly. Ethan had made plans to hang out with some classmates. Mrs. Carter was watching TV and pulled some cash out of her wallet, stuffing it into my pocket. "Have your brother take you out for a bit. Buy some snacks you like." "Mom, we're a bunch of guys. What are we supposed to do with a girl tagging along?" "Why can't you have fun with a girl around?" So, Ethan was forced to take me with him. Once we were out the door, I said, "You go hang out. I'll just walk around for a bit. We can call each other when it's time to go home." "My mom said you have to stay with me." My eyes widened. "Since when do you listen to her so well?" "She controls the family inheritance. If I don't listen to her, she might not give it to me. Then how would I take care of you?" "..." When we got to the venue, I finally realized Ethan was attending a classmate's birthday party. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I could have bought a gift. It's rude to show up empty-handed." "You're with me, why do you need to buy a gift?" True. Anyway, everyone thought we were cousins. Suddenly, my hair felt loose. Ethan had untied my hair tie, letting my hair fall over my neck. "What are you doing?" "Borrowing a hair tie. To ward off evil spirits." "..." I was wearing a v-neck dress that day and had been feeling a bit chilly. With my hair down, I felt much better, so I let him be. He opened the door and walked in, and I followed closely behind. There were quite a few people in the private room, both guys and girls, most of them his classmates. My mind instantly flashed back to what Ethan had said at home. He probably really didn't want to bring me along, right? But he couldn't refuse. I picked a spot in the corner and sat down. A girl in a little white dress stood up, walked past me, and stood in front of Ethan, looking shy. "Ethan, sit next to me. I saved a seat for you." The crowd started cheering and teasing them. Amidst the noise, only the two of them were standing, like the main characters in a movie. For some reason, I felt a bit down. I weirdly found myself disliking that girl, while simultaneously realizing how inexplicable my reaction was. Overthinking it gave me a stomachache. Just then, Ethan suddenly spoke up: "Sorry, it's taken." The room went silent for three seconds. His friend nudged him. "Since when? You're not just making that up, are you? There are no girls around you. You don't even have a female mosquito buzzing around you." "Hey, Chloe, have you ever seen Ethan's girlfriend?" a girl suddenly turned and asked me. I let out a confused "Ah." How was I supposed to know? Afraid of saying the wrong thing, I just looked at Ethan. But he didn't give me a single hint, so I just made something up. "I don't remember clearly. He's had quite a few." The room erupted in laughter, everyone teasing him. That uncomfortable feeling in my chest grew stronger, making me so agitated I couldn't stay another second. I got up and headed to the restroom, splashing my face with water to calm down. Someone tapped my shoulder, and I turned around. "Hey, it looks like your time of the month started," she said, pointing at my dress. My periods have always been irregular. No wonder my stomach hurt. I went into a stall and texted Ethan: "I'm leaving first." He replied instantly: "???" Leaving right after arriving seemed a bit dramatic, so I explained: "My stomach hurts." He didn't reply again. I put my phone away and snuck out of the building like a thief, looking around nervously. Whatever, it was dark outside, no one could see. I'd just go home and change. I even got a plastic bag from a convenience store to sit on so I wouldn't stain the Uber seat. Just as I opened my phone to request a ride, a dark shadow loomed over me. I jumped. "Ethan? Why did you come out?" "Didn't you say you weren't feeling well?" Realizing he wanted to take me home, I quickly waved my hands. "You don't have to." "If I let you go back alone late at night, my mom would kill me." So it was because he was afraid of Auntie. I felt a bit disappointed. "I'm not sick." He looked up at me. I looked a bit uncomfortable and mumbled, "My period started." He clearly didn't anticipate this. He froze for a moment, his ears gradually turning red. "Is your dress stained?" I gave an "Mhm." "I just don't know if I stained the sofa in the room. Could you go in and check for me?" He was silent for a moment, then took off his jacket and draped it over me. His voice was a bit low. "It covers it. Stay here and don't move. I'll go check." I obediently waited for him. In less than three minutes, Ethan came back out. "No stains." I breathed a sigh of relief. "Do you need to buy... that?" "Yeah." After he bought it and I went to the restroom to sort myself out, I felt the atmosphere between Ethan and me had become a bit weird. "I called an Uber. It'll be here soon." "I might... stain your jacket." I stammered. "If it gets dirty, it gets dirty." 11 In the Uber, Ethan and I sat on opposite sides, leaving enough room for two people between us. The driver laughed. "Young lovers having a fight?" I glanced at Ethan; he showed absolutely no intention of speaking, so I explained, "We aren't a couple." "Haha, my wife said the exact same thing back in the day." "He's my brother," I insisted. The driver laughed even harder. "My wife loves calling me 'brother' too." "..." I sat there with a deadpan expression. Ethan, however, chuckled. "She does love calling me 'brother'." "..." After getting home and changing clothes, I curled up in bed. Just as I was about to fall asleep, Mrs. Carter brought me a steaming bowl of ginger tea. "Stomach cramps? Ethan came to find me earlier and said you weren't feeling well." My eyes welled up with tears. When I lived with my aunt, if I avoided cold water during my period, she'd call me dramatic and say I had "princess syndrome." "Thank you, Auntie." When my mom was around, she used to make this for me too. Mrs. Carter rubbed my head and tucked a hot water bottle into my bed. "Put this on your lower back, it'll help. If it still hurts too much, take a painkiller. You can always call me if you need anything." Watching Mrs. Carter's retreating figure as she headed downstairs, I suddenly really wanted to call out to her. I wanted to tell her that I wasn't actually as perfectly well-behaved as I seemed. I loved causing trouble, I could be mischievous, and sometimes, if I bombed a test, I'd get a call home to the parents. But I was so terrified that if she found out I was disobedient or difficult, she'd be disappointed. My aunt always told me I was a burden, and if I didn't learn to behave, no one would want me. Tears fell drop by drop into the ginger tea, creating tiny ripples. Suddenly, my bedroom door opened. My tear-stained face collided perfectly with Ethan's gaze. I frantically wiped my tears, but he was already standing in front of me, leaning down to look at me. He asked, uncertain, "Did my mom scold you?" "How is that even possible?" He was silent for three seconds. "Does it hurt a lot?" "Not really. Don't stand so close to me." I couldn't exactly tell him I was crying because I was touched, could I? It was a little embarrassing. Ethan pinched my cheek. "You don't have to get up so early tomorrow." Maybe because I was living under someone else's roof, I basically never slept in. I always tried to help out with chores whenever I could, even though Ethan usually ended up interrupting and finishing them for me. My eyes darted around. "Got it." "Why do you get up so early anyway? It's only been a few days and you look ten years older. Keep this up and you'll be a haggard old lady before you even graduate high school." "..."
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