What?

"What?"

Ashley blinks. "She's in love with you..."

Ethan stares at Charlie's dopplerganer blanky. "No, she isn't."

Jaw-slacking, Ashley takes a breath. "She is... She's crazy about you."

"Since when?"

"What? Since, like, ever." Ashley scoffs. "The day you'd come every summer she would prance around dancing, and the day you'd leave she'd lock herself in the bathroom and cry. Although it did take her a while to admit it to herself..."

Ethan sits back in his chair, feeling something in his brain shift. "Huh..."

"Wait, you seriously didn't know?"

"No."

"Holy fuck..." Ashley starts rubbing her eyes. "Oh, wow... That's fucked up."

"Wait, you fucked me knowing your sister's in love with me!?"

"Well..." Ashley shrugs. "I... Okay, yes, but..." she frowns. "Okay, well, when you put it like that..."

Ethan rubs his head, feeling a minor headache setting in. "Wow. I think I need to... process this... So... you fucked me thinking I knew your sister was in love with me?"

"Yes?"

"Why!?"

"I don't know!" Ashley throws her hands up, "Because... I like you too!"

Ethan rubs his eyes. "Okay, well now I feel really shitty."

Sighing, Ashley scratches her nose. "Yeah... So option 2 then?"

Dropping his hands, Ethan raises his brow.

"Option 2. Clean break." Ashley shrugs. "We just put all... this, behind us."

Taking a moment to think, Ethan sighs. "Do we have to?"

"No," Ashley shrugs. "Options 1 and 3 are still out there..."

Option 1: Continue with Ashley, never letting Charlie know.

Option 2: End things with Ashley. Perminately.

Option 3: Continue with Ashley, but let Charlie know... delicately.