Internet time

Ethan watches YouTube for a bit, literally just to kill time.

Having nothing to do is great{if Alex Kiss 2 =true}, but Ethan had the night's main event still to go. Whatever that may entail{endif}.

Looking around the room, Ethan couldn't help but crack a small smile. Slowly but surely, the house was really starting to feel right. Even with the crazy shit he had going on.

{if HxL =3} Phone buzzing, Ethan checks it, knowing who should be messaging him.

H: Everything okay with Layla?

Ethan stares at the question. He's forgotten they were talking. He didn't have any idea how to even begin to explain what was going on.

E: She was fine when I say her today, why?

H: Jw.

Ethan stares at the screen. The less Heather said to him, the more he suspected she knew.

E: I saved her from a raccoon. It got into her house.

E: Maybe it spooked her more than she let out.

H: Maybe.

H: Talk later.

Frowning, Ethan put his phone away. That might turn into an issue...{endif}