一緒 (together) - ethan nestor x reader

both of you sat in the backseat.

the back of mark's car was a bench seat, with two normal sized seats on each side and then a smaller seat in the middle.

it seemed as though ethan had unblocked you, because your phone chimed and then there was a message from him.

eef !! <3: i'm sorry. can i hold your hand please

you looked over at him and took ahold of his hand gently. he squeezed your hand tight. you felt better holding his hand, even if you were strained in your relationship as of that moment.

mark turned on the cd in the cd compartment of his car. boys don't cry by the cure started playing. very ironic, but it was a good song. you didn't mind.

you leaned your head into the back of the headrest. you were exhausted. your dress was in pretty good condition- it needed a wash but that was about it- but your knees were scuffed and your shoes dirty. you eyes were red for crying and your cheeks itched from the dried salt in your tears.

ethan looked just as rough. he too had dirty shoes, red knees, and that skirt of yours would take a very heavy wash before it was clean. you didn't care, though.

all that mattered was that ethan was alive. in the car. and as robert smith sang in your ear and ethans hand gripped yours and the spinning highway turned into fields and then homes, you found yourself drifting off into sleep.

when mark got to his house and pulled into the driveway, he noticed you were asleep. he didn't want to wake you up.

"here, nestor, you go inside. make yourself a cup of tea. i'll get them inside. oh, and, i got your roommate to take your car back to your house, so don't worry about that." mark whispered to ethan. he nodded and went inside.

meanwhile, mark gently took you out of the car and carried you inside. while he was walking in, you started to wake up.

"eef..?" you mumbled, still half asleep. mark opened the door, hung his keys up and sat you down on the sofa.

"just me." mark said, giving you a gentle smile. "you took a nap. you want some tea?"

you nodded. mark went into his kitchen and came back a couple minutes latter with a mug of steaming tea. you took a sip. it almost burned your mouth, but it was nice.

"okay, (y/n). whenever you want you go take a shower and then head up and go to bed. it's 11 pm; you deserve some rest." mark patted your shoulder and then walked out the room.

chica came bouncing into the room, her dog tags clicking with every step. she noticed you and turned her head. she went up to you and sniffed.

sniff, sniff.

she started wagging her tail. you must've smelled like mark or ethan or someone she knew. thinking she'd jump up on you, you put your tea down on the coffee table, and she jumped up on the sofa right beside you, cuddling into you.

you never did move from that sofa. instead, you cuddled with chica, deep asleep.