Date Night

"Yeah, yeah," Zack said, still chuckling. "Go meet your date before another man hits her up."

Ethan ignored him, already rushing upstairs.

Once he reached his room, he yanked open his closet, grabbed a jacket, and threw it over his shoulder.

He had no time to shower or even properly fix his hair. 

He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror — tired, slightly messy, but passable. Good enough.

As he rushed back out into the hallway, he stopped by Vanessa's room. 

Without much thought, he swung the door open.

Vanessa, who had been lying on her bed scrolling through her phone, sat up in surprise. "Uh — ?"

"I'm heading out," Ethan said quickly. "Keep yourself together."

She blinked at him. "What does that even mean?"

But before she could get an answer, he shut the door and ran downstairs.

It was already dark outside, and a cool breeze hit his face as he stepped onto the porch.